Being in the foster care system for four years is tough but when you finally meet a nice family due to unfortunate circumstance you realize all hope is not lost. This fanfiction is purely platonic! No romance at all. This is just written for fun and I don't feel comfortable writing anything like that just yet. I want to say that I do not own any of the characters written here and you as Y/N own yourself! Also if anyone in SBI wants me to take this down then I will without hesitation! I hope you enjoy!

{SAMPLE: Published on Amazon} Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died. When the Greek Gods and Goddesses were usurped from their home on Mt. Olympus, they crashed upon Earth and enslaved the human race. Children spend their existence inside prisons ran by ruthless Immortals, and upon their eighteenth birthday, they are thrown into an arena to be fought after. Once won, they are scarified with their name and short-lived identity in an unforgiving world, where there is an absence of hope for people with mortality coursing through their red veins. Servitude shackled humanity, but then a girl stood in the arena on the first summer solstice since she turned eighteen years old. A nameless girl, trembling behind the safety of her friend, landed in the Gods' worlds without knowing that she was going to be their unraveling. This wide-eyed slave, who bled two colors. One red like humans. One gold like the gods. Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died, but she's here to take it back. Final Book Cover commissioned by @Fantastical-Ink

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐮 ❝ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 ❞ ────────────

Have you ever felt like you don't belong? Like this place you're in doesn't feel right? Like you should be somewhere else entirely? This isn't right... Are you supposed to be able to fell a tree with your fists? Are you supposed to be able to pick up little blocks in place of normal items? Are the dead supposed to rise and walk the lands? Is that tall, lanky monster with glowing purple eyes that teleports around normal? Is any of this normal? This just isn't right... Should I be here? Well, at least I'm not stuck here alone. With them... it feels less like a prison. They make this place more bearable. In a world that feels anything but normal, at least they can make me feel normal. If only until we figure out if we're really where we're meant to be. Or if we're meant to escape this blocky wonderland. Cover Art created by: @Harusimp MILESTONES!!! Feb 1st: 10K reads! Feb 18: 30K!