n. a fatal flaw leading to the downfall of a tragic hero or heroine.
in which there was a world to save, but he needed her more.
[ALL CREDIT FOR ORIGINAL CHARACTERS AND PLOT GO TO RICK RIORDAN, I ONLY OWN MY CHARACTER AND HER PLOTLINE]
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❝ on the last day of the golden summer. . . ❞
┌─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┐
MY NAME IS IMOGEN HART, AND I DID NOT sign up for this. Lets make that very clear. I'm sixteen years old from Manhattan, and I didn't think the world could get any worse than this. When my half-brother Nico managed to contact me through a dead chauffeur guy hijacking my taxi, I didn't expect to be thrown into a Titan War. I didn't expect to be the only ( living ) daughter of Hades; and I don't think anyone expected the Greek god gene inside me to be as chaotic as it is.
Last summer, my friends and I were tasked with saving Mount Olympus and the gods from Kronos, as if the past few death errands we ran for them already weren't enough. I watched camp members and potential friends fight for their lives. I watched them take their last breath.
I was pissed.
And if you ever get to be as pissed as I was that day, maybe you'll understand how I did what I did.
When your father ( if your father ends up to be a god, in which case you should find Camp Half-Blood immediately ) grabs you by the face as you lend whatever strength you can spare to help your little brother — who is technically your big brother — fight and tells you to release your inner chaos. Well, you release your inner chaos.
So I did. As Percy Jackson and my friends fought, the gods watched as I rose soul after soul from the Underworld itself into a physical body, granted they were very decayed, to our world to fight on the battlefield.
I'll tell you right now, this is not by any means a contest. If I was told to lend that strength to Nico and my father as they did the same, I would have. If I had known the target I'd made on my own back for doing so, I would've rather died.
Because this isn't much better.
When the battle was over, we had all been summoned to Mount Olympus to stand before the gods. They're not all. . . there, if you catch my drift. After centuries of being alive I probably wouldn't be either.
They called us in, and they gave us gifts for our services. If I'd known there wasn't a return policy on them, I would've walked right back out of the Empire State Building, though I doubt they would've let me.
After trying to give Percy Jackson godhood, I wish they'd stopped there. Children of the Big Three are, by nature, more powerful than children of the other gods. But thankfully, Percy and I weren't born complete assholes about it.
But would you look at that, just my luck, daughter of Hades; aka the guy that only just recently got accepted back into Olympus after his two kids had to pull him out of his palace to help us. If I'd known it would've been one of the last times I saw my brother before he decided to ditch me, I would've held him tighter. But I didn't.
Fantastic.
So, I will give you all one more piece of advice before our story continues, because you'll definitely want to hear it. Listen, and listen well to this.
When the gods count you down ten seconds to become something filled with such raw, divine power that is essential to start a journey for saving the world in six months. . .
