Mr. Grumps-a-Lot & Chiron,
My name, as far as I know, is Shadow. My dad died when I was two months old, then my mother shot herself when I was just over a year old. My brother and I lived on the streets, at various homeless shelters (secretly), and in abandoned buildings until I was about six. After that, I moved from foster house to foster house. Needless to say, I was a problem child. At first, I tried to be good because I thought maybe my brother would show up. But that never happened. I gave up trying to be good because no matter what, no one loved me. My dad had two half-blood parents. His mom's dad was Hades, his dad's dad was Hermes. My mom had a mortal mom and her dad was Apollo. My brother was named, as far as I know, Ghost. It might have been Jeffrey, like my dad. I think my mom's name was Aria, but I'm not sure. My birthday is October 31, I only know that because my brother constantly reminded me of that, always saying it was the best day of his life. I miss him. A lot. He taught me what dad taught him. And other things specific to us. I wish he was here to see my most recent ability. I can change the color of my eyes sometimes. They are usually blue, sometimes grey, sometimes black, and my favorite, sometimes purple. He could change his hair color if he concentrated enough. That is all I will share for now. (P.S. Do you like my card? That satyr let me see it before he could think not to, ha!)
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Not Quite Half-Blooded
FanfictionShadow is brought to camp halfblood, and even there she feels she doesn't fit in. Slowly, she tells her story of how she got there, what her life has been like.
