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Melora Seraphine Scamander. The name might ring a faint bell. Not because "Melora" or "Seraphine" are common-gods, no-but because of "Scamander." Yes, that Scamander. I am the Great-granddaughter of Newt Scamander, magizoologist extraordinaire, and daughter of Luna Lovegood, Britain's most delightfully unhinged war heroine, and Rolf Scamander, he is just the best father in the world.
Well... adopted daughter, technically. My real father? Thanatos-the primordial deity of peaceful death.
I know. Dramatic, right?
Apparently, Mama once prayed to him when she was trapped in the Malfoy dungeons during the war, and he didn't show up. Three years later, he did. In New York City. And, well... boom-boom, as she puts it. Then came me.
Later, Mama met Papa Rolf, fell in love, got married, and he adopted me into the Scamander line. So while I didn't have a drop of Scamander blood when I was born, I do now-magically, anyway.
You'd think being three fourth god, one-fourth wizard-mortal, and the daughter of Death himself would be enough chaos for one girl. But no. I attract weirdness like a magnet. Monsters don't hunt me-they worship me. Furies send me birthday gifts. Ghosts ask me for advice.
And then there was Percy Jackson.
The day he stumbled into Camp Half-Blood-half-dead, half-confused, and dripping blood all over my clean tunic-I made the biggest mistake of my life: I decided to help him.
I should've left him to Annabeth's mercy.
But empathy, as the Fates keep reminding me, has always been my fatal flaw.