I was a normal kid, going to school, hanging out at the mall, eating pizza, and crushing on boys-the usual. Until my 8th-grade history teacher tried to eat my best friend, that's when things REALLY started going wrong. Now I spend my time fighting with dangerous weapons, battling monsters with my friends and trying to avoid my rather nosy celestial family. 𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙢 𝙄? 𝙄'𝙢 𝙖 𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙤𝙙𝙨. ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴠᴇʀᴀɢᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴄʏ ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʟʏᴍᴘɪᴀɴs / ʜᴇʀᴏᴇs ᴏғ ᴏʟʏᴍᴘᴜs ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴘᴊᴏ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴀʟʟ-ɴᴇᴡ ᴄᴀsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴏʀʏ. [𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘗𝘑𝘖 / 𝘏𝘰𝘖. But for those who do read the originals, I'll be throwing in as many Easter Eggs as I can!] Cover Art by @simply.an.eclair on Instagram

I was just a normal kid, going to school, hanging out at the mall, eating pizza, crushing on boys. The usual. Until my 8th grade history teacher tried to eat my best friend. That's when things REALLY started going wrong. Now I spend my time fighting with dangerous weapons, battling monsters with my friends and trying to avoid my rather nosy celestial family. Who am I? I'm a Child of the Gods. NOT your average Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus fanfiction. [You can read this without having read PJO / HoO.. I do, however, suggest you read both.]

A Collection of short drabbles from the mind of person discovering the world and it's workings. I lack both empathy and emotion in my daily life and in the course of growing up, dealing with existential crisis and whatnot I try to uncover what exactly it is to feel and try to understand myself. Basically, it's my journey to to self discovery through writing.

Senescere, Odium, Legatum. Under the heavy beads of rain pummeling above the roof, Reagan has awoken in the midst of darkness enfolding within her room; in-cognizant at her whole feature bathing in sweat, and the living carcass lurking behind her -grinning. Her insurmountable desire to meet her dead mother has unknowingly opened the 3rd gate of Death; Legatum, beyond the metallic structure lies the other existence of the dead. Only the chosen Necromancers will be able to utter the spell to unlock the portal of Nigromantia. Filled with curiosity on the gift of her mother she resolved not to open for 13 years, Regean's courage not only uncluttered what's behind it but the opportunity to revive the dead once again. Now entering the new found era of another world, a war is destined to supervene; the triumphant shall be granted a throne and a power to revive the dead. There's only one rule: survive or be dragged to the abyss of unbeknownst.