Demigod Dynasties- The Chink In The Armour

"I always believed that humour was a good way to hide the pain," he said. "Keep moving. Don't dwell on memories."

"I don't have any memories."

"Oh..."

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Who exactly am I?

Clumsy, for sure. A clumsy orphan waitress. At least, that's what my manager tells me.

Other than him, who gave me a place to crash, I know no one. So when he tells me it's time, I ask nothing but questions.

There are a few chinks in the armour of every life, and it doesn't take more than a few friends and family to fix them. But when you literally hear metal chinks inside you, your options limit out pretty fast.

Can they just claim me already?! How long do I have to wait to figure out the answer behind my past- the fact that I don't remember any past? Why is it that all I remember is my service towards my manager?

The one person who I rely on to understand me may not be here anymore, despite him being inches away.

I guess it's up to me to find out the answer- before it's too late.