"Greek tragedies. Everyone's read or listened to at least one, am I right? Usually end with the hero getting to go to the Elysian fields or ending up with eternal damnation. The thing is though, they're usually demi-gods, yeah? What do you think'd happen if the demi-gods weren't so... demi? Like, y'know, if the demi-gods hooked up with a mortal or four and tadaa little not-so-demi gods running around. Add that with crazy segregation issues and kick boxing, you have the ever so loved and coveted Half-bloods. I prefer the term Halfies, but of course, I'm never listened to. The Demis all expect us to sit there with our hands in our laps, training to be good little protectors of Demi kind.
What are we protecting them from, you ask? Mormos, Manticores, Empousi, Vrykolakas, and that's just to name a few. To do all of this, we begin training at the age of seven. Training consists of many types of fighting styles, how to kill certain kinds of monsters, how to at least severely maim the unkillable, and trigonometry, for some reason."
Sinti is a half-blood. No, not the Rick Riordan ones. Those ones are demi-gods. Sinti's kind are the spawn- yes, spawn- of a demi-god and a mortal. The only options for half-bloods in the occupational sense are either a sentinel or an indentured servant. There is one more, of course, but you gotta be blessed by the gods- literally. Sinti just plans on being one bad booty sentinel. That is until she learns a deep and dark secret that could end her life. Join Sinti and her friends as they fight, laugh, and cry in an epic first installment to the Paladin series.
*This is NOT Percy Jackson Fanfiction