Proglogue
I never did anything wrong.
I defeated Kronos, Hyperion, and Atlas (sort of). I was the child of the Great Prophecy. I saved Mount Olympus. I survived the Labryinth, I held up the sky, I survived the Sea of Monsters. I was even turned into a guinea pig! I recovered the Lightning Bolt, I battled Ares, and I won.
So what did I do to deserve this? I've pissed off many Gods, but why would they do something like this? Why?
Why can't I catch a break for once in my life? Why can't I be a normal demigod who just has to worry about monsters bursting in? Why do I have to worry about spells and curses?
Why can't the Gods leave me alone?
What did I do to deserve this life?
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