Journals of Perseus Jackson
Date: August 12, 20--
Journal Entry one

When I first started, my life as a demigod, I didn't know that I would be stuck here, years later after all that I did for them, in this hellhole where the sky is red and the banks shores are glass. The the rivers are made a fire, forgetfulness, misery and hate. They all turned on me just like before, they sent me to this prison, called Tartarus. Zeus in the arrogant King that he was, said I was too powerful, that I was a threat, and I will be there downfall. I couldn't believe my ears when I heard this, they question my loyalty and left me dumbfounded. After all the wars that I fought for them, they had the gall to accuse me of being a traitor! I was mad. No. I was furious.
I gave up six years for them. I bled for them, I cried for them, when they died. I listened to them when they wanted help; when they wanted to be comforted. Every single one of them, that I sacrificed so much, so that I could have a home. Where I wasn't ever ridiculed, bullied ,or seen as the lesser man. In the first war, I made the gods give the children of their line, a cabin, a place to call home by the age of 12. The minor gods will not have respect if not for me. Their children will not have a home inside Camp half-blood. They would've been forced to stay inside the Hermes cabin, where it looked like it was a Red Cross safety center after hurricane - for the people without homes. I have scars on my body , and in my mind from them. I don't know who the monsters are anymore. Is it them who made me as I am now in this prison? Fate? I honestly don't know anymore. I hear the screeches of harpies. The screams of souls whaling forever more. I'm slowly driving myself mad, with all these queries, and the monsters keep coming and coming. I'm slipping into darkness and I don't know if I'll survive.
Wish me luck.
I'm going to need it; along with my skill.
I hope mom and Paul are OK, but I have to go.
Regretfully,
Perseus Jackson