When the gods wish to punish us they answer our prayers – Oscar Wilde
I stared in front of the burning shroud numbly.
This shouldn't have happened.
It should have been me. Not him. He had a future. He was going to go to college. He had a girlfriend. He had a plan for the rest of his life. I didn't.
Beckendorf should have survived.
It should be my shroud burning right now. Not his.
I slowly walked away from the fire, leaving Annabeth there behind me. I can't even process the fact that Beckendorf is gone. He was an awesome guy and nice to everyone. He was our best builder in camp. I don't know how we're going to survive the war without him.
This has been the worst day ever. I mean, it started out great. Rachel and I were just hanging out in Paul's car at the beach when Blackjack suddenly lands on the car with Beckendorf on his back. Beckendorf and I then had to ride off and destroy a monster infested ship. Unfortunately, Beckendorf didn't make it out. He should have. I should have stayed and got him out even if it meant risking my own life. Beckendorf has things to live for, I don't. At least not yet.
Maybe that's what scares me most about the prophecy. I'm only fifteen. I haven't even gotten a chance to live my life yet. I have so many things left to accomplish. I-I want to get my driver's license. I want to have a girlfriend before I'm old enough to be a grandparent. I just want to live.
But it's hard. Being a demigod is hard. It's hard enough being a demigod of a regular god but try being a son of one of the Big Three. That's even harder. Especially when you have a prophecy hanging over your head. I don't want to die yet. But by next week it will most likely be my shroud that the camp is burning. I walk into my cabin and lay on my bed.
As if my life couldn't get any worse, Annabeth and I also got into a fight. Lately it feels like we can never stop fighting. And most of the time it's about my hating Luke or her hating Rachel. It's like one second we will be getting along perfectly fine and the next we'll be fighting worse than Artemis and Apollo. These last few months I was really hoping that we could eventually get passed this wanting to strangle each other phase. Only apparently I'll never be able to because I won't make it passed the war.
Sometimes I can't help but think what my life would be like if I wasn't a demigod. I mean for one I wouldn't have a prophecy about my death hanging over my head. I wouldn't know about any Camp Half-Blood. I wouldn't worry my mom and Paul twenty-four seven. I could be a normal teenager for once. I wouldn't have ADHD or Dyslexia for another. I could have a sibling or two. It just seems like life would be better for me if I was mortal. Life would be better if I wasn't a son of Poseidon.
I mean, sure, I would miss the things I have gained from this life. Like the knowledge on how to survive. Or the friends I've made. I would miss Chiron, Grover, Thalia, Nico, Tyson, and Annabeth – especially Annabeth. I mean we haven't always had bad times. We've had plenty of good times too.
Either way, I can't help the part of me that wants to be mortal. My life would just be so much easier. I've never had an easy life. Even when I was a kid, I had to deal with the strange things happening to me. Not only that but I had to watch my mom struggle to raise me by herself. Maybe if I was mortal then she could have gotten married earlier without the worry of monsters finding me.
I sighed and rolled over to take a nap.
"I wish I was mortal," I mumbled tiredly before drifting to sleep.
As I slept I heard the familiar voice of Kronos speak in my mind.
He spoke, "Don't worry young hero. Your wish is my command."
A/N: I'm sorry this first chapter is so short, but they'll get longer as I get more into the story. Let me know what you think though. I hope everyone had a spooky Halloween!