I don't own Percy Jackson or Twilight


If you think that living people have difficult lives, then imagine how are the lives of the non-living people.

I was a not-so-normal kid with big problems, and by problems I don't mean dyslexia or ADHD, though I had that too, I mean monsters attacking me everywhere I went.

I was born in New York in 1893, my mother and I lived in an apartment* and my father, well I didn't know him, he left before I was born.

When I was 12 my mom sent me to Camp Half-Blood where I learned that the Greek gods are real and that I was a demigod son of Poseidon, god of the seas and earthquakes. Then, after my first game capture the flag, they told me that Zeus master bolt was stolen and sent me in a quest to the Underworld to retrieve it with a satyr and guy from Camp. During the quest we fought Medusa, the Minotaur, Equidna and Quimera, a bunch of robotic spiders and Ares, god of war. We found and returned the master bolt to Uncle Z and the Helm of Darkness to Uncle H.

The next years were practically normal if you can call having classes with nymphs, satyrs and a centaur normal.

Then, when I was 15 the Spanish Influenza attacked. I managed to survive the first two years without being infected, but a few months after I turned 17 I coughed the flu.

My mom died a couple of days after she was infected and I was the next to go. That's when my mentor, Mr. Simon Fletcher, took me to his house and bit me to start the transformation process. I was in pain for three days. It felt as if I was being borned alive but much more worse.

When I woke up Mr. Fletcher explained that now I was a vampire (ironic, eh) and told me all the things that I could and couldn't do.

We start travelling from one place to another, away from the citys, hunting animals instead of humans.

After like 60 years I started to notice that Mr. Fletcher was acting weird. And in 1976, the Vulturi came and executed him.

It turned out that he had created an inmortal child. Why would he do that? I have no idea.

After that I lived alone and that's pretty much my story.

Oh, almost forgot to introduce myself, my name is Percy Jackson.


*I'm not sure if there were apartments in NY at that time.

Okay I don't know if I'm going to keep with this story, I was just testing how good I'm at writing and remember that I'm not the best at speaking or writing in English. If you like it and want me to keep writing Review and I'll think about it.