The Lighting Theft.

Look, we didn't want to be half-bloods.
If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: Don't. Just don't. Don't read it. Close that damn book right now, believe whatever lie your parent(s) told you about your birth and keep leaving a slightly anormal life. It's better for you.
Being a half-blood isn't a joke, something cool or a walk in the park. It is genuinely dangerous and traumatic, especially when you're enby. Like me. And on top of it, it gets you killed in painful nasty ways.
If you're a normal kid who reads this because you think it's fiction, be my guest. Keep reading. I wish non of what my brother and I is about to write on here didn't happen. The both of us does, to be honest.
Just, if you recognize yourself in this pages, if you feel something stirring inside, stop reading immediately. You might be one of us and once you know that, it's over. Because it'd only a matter of time before THEY sense it, and they'll come for you.
Don't say I didn't warn you.

Hi ! My name is Sial Jackson, they/them pronouns. The idiot next to me is my twin brother, Percy Jackson, He/Him, pronouns. We're twelve years old, about to turn thirteen and until a few months ago, we were just boarding students at Yancy Academy, a Private School for troubled kids in upstate Ney-York.
Are we troubled kids ?
Absolutely. And it's not my fault.