Grief, love and the nothing follow one another like a cycle. Firstly, is the nothing, the void where you love your family and perhaps a friend (in that friendly way). This creates loneliness, the emptiness, something should be there, something should be filling that void.

So then there is the love, the growing affection for someone in your life, then it blossoms like the first bloom in Spring after a particularly harsh Winter. That sapling grows and expands, blossoming, fruiting, seeding once again. For me, the love took almost seven years, but I'm not complaining. I loved her so much.

Yes, loved.

It didn't end hard, it just ended... Badly. Well, rather, she passed away, in battle.

In grief, I disconnected myself, from my home, my family and friends, from my camp. I travelled away, but not too far, I returned to my home in the big city, taking up on small part-time jobs like my mother. I avoided contact with her or the camp and put my head down into working hard and paying the rent.

At night, when sleeplessness struck, I'd venture out into the streets. The monsters would come running, my strong scent drawing them close and I'd take them out. For some time, New York City was deprived of its Monster's at night. But they reformed eventually, keeping me sharp and a reason to avoid the gym.

One night, Men in Suits came to my door, offering me a job within the government. I took it, the pay was excellent and it came with all the benefits that I needed. I underwent training, my physical capabilities shocking my trainers, my literacy ones were described as less than perfect.

My lineage made my knowledge of Ancient Greek and somewhat understanding of Latin useful to them and they accepted me in. Seeing potential in me, I took up their recommendation and trained as a specialist agent. It took me three years to become a Level Eight agent, surpassing and out shining other progidee agents. I was the silent and deadly mystery that passed between the lips of agents in the hallways.

But my time was up as being an agent, it was time for me to be an Avenger.

Welcome, the start of this book is rather depressing but it gets better and we'll revert back to Percy's well-known sass. At this point Percy has no love interest but that could always change. I have a lot of stories that I'm writing at the moment but I'll do this one when I can.

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