#9 -A Percy Jackson fanfic-

Soldier #9, that's what I've been called for the last one-and-a-half year. Since the moment My Lady rescued me from that horrible place, without memory.

I learned much, so much.
About the gods, how stupid they are and never care for their childeren.
About myself, I am (unfortunately) a son of one of the gods myself.
About My Lady, who wants to replace the gods, so the world will be better.
And also about the camp of the god's loyal childeren, which we will attack in seven days.

I will tear that camp and gods apart with pleasure,

right?