Prologue

They asked me to introduce our story. They claim I'm the best with words, which I find a bit strange considering I'm nowhere near as good a writer as Apollo or Athena's kids. I guess they wanted someone who was there first-hand for a lot of it, and I was just the best person.

I'm warning you now: not everyone in this story has a happy ending. People die. People lose loved ones. It's what happens in all wars, but for us, it's amplified. In a lot of ways, though, it's lessened, too. We half-bloods know there's a better life on the other side of the veil. We know we'll be rewarded for what we've done, or punished accordingly. It doesn't lessen the pain, though.

If you think you're like one of us, please, don't search us out. Live your plain, boring, nothing special life. It's better that way. Ours is a life of tragedy, something not even Sophocles or Shakespeare could convey. Romeo and Juliet don't have anything on what we go through.

None of us expected what happened. We all thought the Titanomachy was finished when Zeus sheared off Mt. Etna with his master bolt, imprisoning Typhon. Even the gods didn't think the Titans could pose a threat.

We were all wrong.

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