So, where to start, I mean, both my parents are gods, so what does that make me?

Well, I'm technically a God too, except I'm not immortal for some ridiculous reason. When I was born I was given the blessings of a demigod, not a God.

They didn't have anything for me to be the God of, hell I would've been the God of condoms if it meant I would've been immortal and been more helpful.

But noooo.

Okay, well I guess I should start at the beginning because I'm supposed to be recording this for you people at home.

This is suppose to be a call for help, to all the people who have powers they cannot explain, have had things happen they cannot explain.

You are one of us, if you found this message you are technically one of us.

We are Demigods, and honestly, we just saved your asses. So the least you can do is be ready to help us next time.

Come to this address, and we will protect you there.

But I'm going to tell you the full story, because it's boring otherwise.

And why would you believe me, actually why would you believe me anyway.

Annabeth this is a stupid idea.

Ow, I just got a book thrown at my head...

Stay on script!

That my friends was Annie, she-

OW, how many books do you have!

Okay, that's Annabeth, better?

She's the brains, most of the time, she's the daughter of Athena. Which is a pretty big deal.

Me, I'm the son of Hecate and Typhon, only mum would know what she saw in him, but I'm not here to complain.

But I'm going too.

Are you done yet, I want dinner.

That my good friend is Perceus or Percy Jackson, saviour of the world, and the biggest idiot I know.

Ow... ah, nmm.

Sorry, *gulp* ah, he threw a skittle at me so I had to eat it.

He's the son of Poseidon believe it or not, and as you can guess he gets salty easily.

Hehe, get it, the sea... is salty...

Anyway...

There are some of us here at Camp Half Blood and we want you to fight besides us.

We are few and far between, and with your help, we can stop the monsters from hunting us.

Only together.

...

Now that the sappy stuff is out of the way, I'm going to tell you about my life story, because it's a great story and I mean, we just saved the world, what can be better than that.

Well, let's go back to the Orphanage, where I grew up.

Ahh, I just got a sympathetic look of the big bad Clarisse La Rue.

Owww... and now I just got a fist to the back of the head...

That's going to leave a bruise; she hits harder than anyone I know, I suppose it doesn't help she's the daughter of Ares and trust me, he hits hard.

Ugh, this would make so much more sense if I told you my story.

Sorry I keep getting distracted.

Lewis, come on, at least get started, Chiron will get annoyed.

Grover, calm down kid, Chiron wouldn't care it's Mr D that would kill us.

Grover, the satyr, is always worrying though ignoring that someone that works with him would come and help you find this place if you need help.

Just pray to the gods and I'm sure they'll do their best to get someone to help you.

Honestly, I've rambled on for so long, and I've got about 5 years of story's to tell, I better get started.

Hey, don't sigh!

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I realised I published this a while ago and unpublished it soon after.

But I love this part and might continue it at a later date.

I still plan on doing the short stories too so don't panic your pretty little faces.

Oblivion, fading out.