[Percy Jackson Series Fanfiction]
"What good are the gods? Better to kill them."
At eleven years old, the boy who had once been Aurelian died. He learned that Greek gods really existed in this world, as did demigods. There was even a place specifically for demigods, called Camp Half-Blood. They say everyone's talented there and speaks so nicely. I love it there. So, is it viable to work at Camp Half-Blood for the rest of your life?
Sorry, after you turn eighteen, you'll have to find someone else. Room and board are included, but there's no salary, and nobody is responsible for your family outside camp. But at least the inspirational speeches will keep you fed.
The good news: Camp Half-Blood doesn't treat everyone like an outsider.
The bad news: It doesn't treat everyone like people, either.
In that case...
"Then it's time for us to fight. Titans, giants, the Three-Headed Holdings, and Olympus can all sit at one table. The trash-can table."
