It's hard to tell a story about my life. Well, the past life when I'm still thinking that I'm just a normal guy who living his 23 years of crazy and rough life. I was raised by my 'mortal' parents, they were awesome to be honest. But I decided to leave them because I was involved with a gang, I don't want to drag them on my life, I don't want them to die because of me. I dropped out from university and continue on my life, I didn't care about the world and such, I just want to have fun. Fighting, drugs, alcohols, anything bad that I do, without thinking. That was me, before I met this woman, who steal my heart away, who always make my heart beats rapidly like crazy every single time I heard her name. Her voice calming me down, her touch makes me shiver in excitement, her smile melted my cold heart, her eyes captivating mine, every single thing about her, changes me. We were happy, we were. I changed a lot since I met her, I left the gang, living in the clean way of life, I have a job with a good payment, no joke. I smile, a lot. She accept me for the way I am, even though I got some freak things inside my body, seriously, only Gods or demi-God like me who understand. But she-- she understands me. We're in a relationship for years, and I've finally know, that she's the one. We live together, but we're not engaged-yet. So I decided to propose her in Valentine's Day, and it was night. I already imagined about my little juniors running around inside our house, laughing and giggling, watching my wife cooking at the kitchen, while me, hugging her from behind and feeling the warmth in my heart. Isn't that beautiful? Well, sadly, everything turned out bad. The night when I want to propose her, I still remember the small velvet black box that I hold in my hand, with a gummy smile plastered on my face, my heart beats like crazy, I twisted the door knob, and you know what did I saw? My soon-to-be fiancee, was stabbed. With a black mist-ed knife, and the criminal is-- not a human. This person is tall, with the grim smile on its' face. Everything seems gone too fast, what I remember is, I was holding her, my life, my everything, cold as ice, pale as snow, and stiff like a doll. The killer was gone, I killed it, empty handed, I have no idea how did I do that. And there's this writing on the wall, with her blood in ancient Greek. It says, 

"When the time comes, you'll be ready for your biggest war, nightmare and your eternal happiness."

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It was her funeral day, seems the sky is also crying about her death. It was raining, as the sky cries with my heart. Her parents blamed me for everything. And yes, I took the responsibility. Everyone left one by one, and there's me, still standing in front of her tomb, my hands curled into knuckles as I cry silently. Why in the universe this is happening to me? When I've finally found my happiness? Why? I wished she would come back to me, I hoped for a false hope. I dreamed about her, and it hurts me so much. It's more painful than knives stabbing my stomach, swords slashed my flesh, bullets shots through my body. It's painful than those things I've been through. I was poured in rain, thunders clapping and something-- a hand patted my shoulder. A male, smiling warmly to me, asking me to join their camp. Camp Half-Blood. I was thinking, is this some kind of vampire thingie or wizardry and such? And he said no. This is way more different than those kind of things. He said I'm different, in inhuman ways. "There's something big awaits you. You have to be prepared and ready for it. That's why you need to join us." That words moved me. I don't know why but I decided to join them. 

The journey to the camp is pretty crazy, monsters and creatures popped out somewhere, attacking us and such. What is wrong with my eyes? But then we arrived in a field, large green field. I was questioning, where is the camp? He gently pushed me inside the mist or barrier thing, and there it is. A huge camp full with creatures, in a good type and other campers as well. Everyone looked at me and they smiled. Okay, this is kind of creeping me out. And this Mr. D shouted, 

"Behold, the lost Son of Ares."

Holy Gods. I'm the Son of Ares? The War God? This.. This is crazy.

I finally found out about my 'freak things'. I got Dsylexia and ADHD. They told me that I actually can read Greek alphabets, either it's ancient or modern--and it was true. My reflexes is also inhuman, which is the blessing from my Dad, an adnvantage while fighting. My phsycality is beyond human, I trained with them two weeks straight without resting, and yes, without sleeping, and I just felt a little bit tired. I got an extensive knowledge of warfare and tactics, they tested me on a 'friendly' war and I was challenged to be the leader. And did you know, my team won only in 2 hours. It's pretty crazy, but I'm currently trying to be more fast and clean while doing a war. I have to admit that I'm a weapon geek, from the beginning of my gang life, I was placed in the weaponry. I create weapons, such as my gunblade. I could make anything to be a weapon, even a spoon. Everything is fun here, I felt, the same like others.

Now you know me.