The Midnight Phoenix, Raven Sable, is the daughter of Nyx, the primordial Goddess of Night, and Erebus, the primordial God of the darkness. She is not quite immortal, though. Raven's biological mother was human, but she died when Raven was still in her womb. Nyx and Erebus somehow found out and sent their children to steal her from the Underworld into Tartarus, where they transferred some of their immortal ichor into Raven's veins. Hence, Raven was born with both the blood of a mortal and two immortals, which made her more god than human. As a result, she was immortal as long as she stayed in Tartarus and had great powers superior to all of the Big Three. She grew up in Tartarus, Nyx and Erebus seeking to keep her existence a secret. One hundred years later though, the gods discovered her existence. Some wanted to kill her right away, others disagreed, saying that she hadn't done anything wrong, but in the end, they decided to not take any action, fearing to incur the wrath of Nyx, Erebus, and Tartarus. So, the Midnight Phoenix lived life in relative peace in the Swamp of Damasen and the House of Night, until the fateful day when Nico di Angelo, the only other child of the Underworld, came into the burning fires of Hell.
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Warning: The story will contain violent and bloody scenes, and age 15+ is advised.
Percy Jackson grew up in the town of Manhattan, New York. He was a nobody there. At his school, he had no one but his best friend, Annabeth Chase. They'd been friends since they were in kindergarten, when he stood up for her when a boy told her she was a nerd.
Annabeth Chase knew one thing from the moment she became friends with a sea-green-eyed boy named Percy. He meant a lot to her in ways no one understood. Because through all her struggles back home, he was the goofball that kept her smiling at school.
Thalia Grace knew there wasn't a place she could call home. Her mother was a drunk. Her dad was nowhere to be seen. But Thalia stayed for the protection of the roof. Not for her mother's long drunken fits. Kelp Head. That's what she called Percy. Because she loved him. But hated him because he was so happy.
Nico Di Angelo thought no one could understand his pain when his sister, Bianca, died. He decided to blame it on himself. But he mainly blamed it on the sea-green-eyed boy also caught in the attack. Why did Bianca have to die and not him? Inside, he knew it wasn't Percy's fault. He knew Percy had no fault in it and that Nico was just crazy. And he didn't hate Percy. He loved Percy.
But when life comes to you from the moment you are born, the only thing your mother could say to God was "help". Because life is cruel. When you love someone, they're taken.
That's what happened when Percy disappeared from their lives when they were twelve. When he came back, a whole different person. When he came back with different friends. When he didn't even spare them a glance.
Because love was crueler than hate. If hate even existed.
But Annabeth didn't think he changed for no reason. She suspected something was behind it. What happened to Percy in those four years?
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