Everyone, everything seems to have their own story. Their own life. And they do. At least, most do. That concept of owning your own life and being your own able individual kind of changes when you don't see the value in yourself anymore. When you aren't treated like you have value anymore. Kind of like what happened to Percy. Perseus "Percy" Jackson. That one kid that is obscure, not really noticed. Except by those who apparently have nothing better to do than pick on, beat up, and generally make Percy feel more horrible than he already does. Percy gets to live his life being abused and being treated like he has no worth. So much to the point, he is not seeing how there is any worth in living the "life" he is living. He doesn't think of it as living anymore.
That was until he met Annabeth Chase. A girl who moved to New York all the way from San Fransico, California. For some reason, Annabeth looked at him. Actually acknowledged his existence in a non-threatening demeanor. And then didn't hate him.
This is the story of how someone unknown, invisible, and broken is brought into the light. Through the best pair in love of the century: PERCABETH!
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Alright, WHEW! So this is the first thing I have ever written and released to the public so, bear with me. I am just a twelve-year-old girl obsessed with Percabeth. You know the usual. I have never written on this site before so I'm sorry if become confused with comments and stuff. Please excuse my awkwardness.
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ETERNAL DISCLAIMER: ALL RIGHTS GO TO RICK RIORDAN FOR THE CREATION OF ANY PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS CHARACTERS AND HEROES OF OLYMPUS CHARACTERS!!!
TRIGGER WARNING!!!: THIS WORK HAS MENTIONS OF ABUSE, DEPRESSION, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, ALCOHOL, AND DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE! Depressing, BUT IT IS ALL FOR THE PLOT!
Percy Jackson is dead. That must be hard for you to hear, huh? After all, you knew him better than I did. Maybe this story would have gone a lot differently if he was around. But he wasn't.
It's the year 2030. After all the mythical wars and battles the universe was beginning to calm down. But Percy Jackson is dead now, so there is no one left to keep it on order
As a demigod life is kind of hard. Killing weird stuff that want to kill you for the fun if it, or because they feel slightly peckish? To that I say, such is life.
My name is Xylee Cross; Daughter of Poseidon. I'm now his only demigod child.
The expectations for me are pretty high being the half sister of THE Percy Jackson.
Ah, yes, another cliche story about a daughter of Poseidon. You may ask "Xylee, why can't you be original?". Well, my birth had nothing to do with originality. It had to do with the fact that sometimes gods have children, and those children end up with a lot of work, many messes to clean and a lot of mistakes that probably won't be dealt with the easy way. Sounds fun, right?
This is the one where I receive a prophesy that leads to a quest. That quest leads to a lot of confusion and irritation, but in the long run it leads to the world being saved.
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Okay, so most of the characters are mine. This idea of this book was inspired by the amazing Rick Riordan.
Please don't take this idea or this story or I swear I will hurt you.