Look, I didn’t want to be half-blood. *Snort* Sorry, my bad, guess I can’t rip off the Percy Jackson intro, let’s try that again, shall we?
Listen… I was a very weird child. I’m not going to explain why, because, in about an hour, you’ll start to understand. I guess I got less weird as I got older, mostly because I started to forget. “Forget what?” You might ask. Well, that comes later in the story, so you’ll just have to wait. By the way, I tend to be a bit of a dork, so please put up with me. I promise, by the end of the story it will be worth it. This is the story, of how I died. Sorry, I’m only joking with you. This isn’t really the story of how I died but it is my life story. Now I’m going to start, for real this time, from the beginning. The very beginning. I won’t allow any interruptions, so buckle up, get comfy, grab a pillow, a blanket, maybe even some snacks, cause we’re gonna be here a while. But before we get started, I should probably tell you my name. My name is Apollo, Apollo Di Angelo, and this is my story.
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