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When I was little, I had little fun. I remember my first year in school, fourth grade, and a tiny blonde girl with emerald green eyes came up to me and said, "Your my new best friend and we're gonna have fun. Got it?"

I tilted my little head, my eyebrow raised. "What's fun?"

The girl laughed, not understanding that I was serious. "Haha, good joke. Your like what ten now? You know what fun is."

I shook my head, more confused than ever. I had learned how to spell it when I was little at homeschool, but I didn't really understand the meaning. "No. I know how to spell it and I know what it kinda means but I don't think I've really ever had this 'fun'. Is it using your sword to kill a monster or defeat your opponent?"

The girl looked shocked, but quickly covered it with amusement. What was with this girl and her new words? Wasn't she also a quaterblood? Didn't monsters try to kill her parents too? Didn't she have to learn how to pick up a sword and swing it around with the right technique and strength? Did she know about monsters or combat or the gods at all? I knew there were mortals, but why would I go to a school full of them? "Your a funny girl, must be some type of geek or nerd. Anyway fun is like eating ice cream and making fun of your friend because she is a mess when she eats or doing makeovers or going shopping or I don't know being a girl. Hanging out, sleepovers."

And that's when my world changed. Sadie opened my eyes to a social and fun world, where monsters weren't in the corners, ready to kill. Where I didn't need a sword or weapon to walk down the street. She made me feel safe and I probably wouldn't be who I am today without her.

For starters, she was the only girl who didn't get weirded out by my slip ups about being a quaterblood, positive I was just being a fangirl of something. She'd just laugh, her face full of glee, and then move on to talking about a movie or, as we got older, a boy. Sadie was popular and thanks to her, once I learned not to talk about my kind and training, I moved up the social scale. Soon I had school friends, people I talked to at the lunch table. I went to see movies and sleepovers, played games, and enjoyed my life as a kid. I became normal, even if only for a few hours. And I have to say, my parents didn't have it this easy. My life is a blessing. There's a few things I will always remember. One is that first meeting with Sadie. The second was when my dad took me to the beach and I met grandfather. I am lucky, most quaterbloods don't meet gods. I remember it like it was yesterday, even though I was so young.

The sun was bright, as though it knew what was going to happen. I sat in my chair, the table just in my reach, being only four. I happily chomped on my Lucky Charms, a treat in my house, while my mother talked with Aunt Piper on the phone. My father sat with me, looking at a newspaper. He glanced up, looked outside to our private beach, and smiled. "Kyrssa Silena Jackson would you like to go to the beach today? You and me." I nodded and quickly finished my cereal, milk dripping down my chin while I placed it in the sink. My father's voice talked softly to mother. "Honey, maybe it's dad... I don't know, I have a feeling I need to be there today. With Kyrssa. Do we have any plans?" I jumped on the leather couch, a little squeak coming from my sudden contact with the leather material. I watched as my mother's face lit up at his calling her 'honey'. They had only been married five years, and everyday my mother talked about how almost perfect her life was, despite what she went through as a child and a teen. Dad put an arm around her shoulder, squeezing her closer, and she replied, "Um.. I don't think so. Though Hazel is having her second child soon and she needs me to talk to. We have a three way, me Piper and her." As much as I loved them happy, I got irritated by how long it was taking.

"You girls and your talks. Nothing has changed." Dad shook his head.

"Daddy," I yelled, interrupting their conversation. "Come on, Daddy!"

He laughed, and kissed my mother. "Okay maybe some things have changed. Can you believe it? Where we are? With her. We have a daughter, Annabeth. A daughter." He kissed the top of her head. Yeah, you do. And she's getting impatient.

"I know. I remember you as an immature, drooling twelve year old. I never thought I could be this happy. Or with you and have Kyrssa. I never knew so many of our friends would die and how many would live. I love you, Percy Jackson." They kiss once more before I tugged on Dad's shirt and he finally take me out.

Oh how I loved the beach. The sand was soft, the waves crashed along them like hands on a piano, beautiful notes coming from every contact. The seagulls sung the song too, and the few clouds out moved along quietly, so as not to disturb the music being made down below. And of course, the sun helped conduct the whole orchestra, making sure every note was perfect, which they were. My father laid out a large blue blanket with white seashells on the golden sand. We sat there in silence for around an hour, just staring at the horizon. All of a sudden, a man's hand patted me on the head. "Wow, your beautiful."

I screeched and back away, taking a look at the strange man. He smelled like the sea, his green eyes like my father's, his dark hair and beard also like my father, although Dad didn't have any facial hair. He wore a Hawaiian shirt, kaki shorts, flip flops, a fishing hat, and held a fishing pole in his left tan hand. The man laughed at my squeal. "Oh there's no need to be afraid of me." He got up and walked around to my dad, whose eyes were full of tears. "Oh my gods, Dad..." They hugged and I immediately knew it was my grandfather.

"Hey, Percy. Wow, your a man now. With a family. How's Annabeth? No need to get her, I know she's talking on the phone. And would you look at your daughter! I can't believe you have a daughter."

Dad laughed. "Believe me I know, I can't either. Annabeth's good. Happy. We both are. How's Olympus?" He turned away for a second to motion me to him, before picking me up and going back to grandfather.

"Oh my... let me tell you Hera is at it again. With Aphrodite no less! They keep trying to add a mud bath to the throne room. The throne room, Percy, of all places!" I began to laugh at grandfather. He was funny mad.

"Your funny," I said, my short, straight hair bouncing as I laughed.

Both of them laughed and then Mom walked out. "Poseidon! My lord, it has been a long time." She bowed and I tried my best to copy her in my father's arms.

Grandfather shook his head. "Your his wife now and the mother to his child, there is no need to be formal with me." He looked at her. "Annabeth Chase, my what a beautiful women you have become. I believe this is my first time seeing you though, without it being war. Your mother says hello and she hopes to see you sometime. Well I must be off. Percy Jackson," he said as Dad gave me to Mom," my son. I am so proud of you. You were a great hero, a humble one too, and now you are raising a beautiful daughter, married to the girl I never saw you apart from. Live a full happy life, Percy. Goodbye." Father guarded my eyes as he disappeared in a flash of light.

And that's the last time Grandfather saw Dad. Three years later... Father died and I can hardly count the amount of gods I saw during that period. They all knew him so well and although some didn't like him, they still felt the loss. Poseidon was the worst. Storms raged, earthquakes destroyed cities, volcanoes erupted. I always thought that the world ended when my father died and for that time, I thought I was right. Athena, or Grandma, visited to comfort Mother, who broke that day. She used to be laid back, loose, happy. Her face was bright and full of hope and love. When Father died, the light turned off, the hope and love gone. She was once a girl whose face told a million stories. But she became a blank sheet, her face read nothing. Somedays, I remember my mother locking herself in her room, crying the whole day.

Dead. It's a word we use so much that the emotions that a person feels in movies and books becomes so normal, it means nothing. Hearing that a character died or even a person on tv doesn't hit us hard like it should. That person no longer breathes, blinks, talks, walks, nothing. Some are buried, other cremated, and others are body parts in an investigation like my father's.

All lives are stories, books, a person once was.

And for those dead, they've reached the end. There's no more turning pages, it's over. And there's no story like them. No copies or re-dos. The last sentence has been read, the book closed. The story will never be forgotten, never thrown out. No, but the reader will get used to life without reading that book. The reader will cherish that book, look back sometimes on the good old chapters, but the reader can no longer read it. And the reader will always be heartbroken over the loss, unable to move on. Because that doesn't exist, "moving on". A person never forgets them, always misses them. Sure life itself moves forward, a person continues to work and have fun and make their life story. Life never stops. Because life is time and time never stands still. I want it to, but it's too late now.

My father was dead, is dead. I can't wake up to his smile or laugh or smell. I can't hug him, see him, until I die. Maybe not even then.

The Percy Jackson who was so loved. The boy who started it all from a trip to a museum, the boy with the sword-pen Riptide. The boy who found my mother and helped her fix her family issues, who fell in love with her slowly but surely, who became her partner in fights, wars, everything. The boy who saved the world, lost his memories, made friends at a different camp, saved that camp, and then with those friends and new ones from Camp-Half-Blood along with Mother, saved the world again. The man who proposed to my mother at a zoo, in front of the zebras and lions and antelope. The man who played with me, taught me everything I know. The man who made his father proud.

Poseidon's favorite son was killed.

And someone, something is going to pay.

A/N: MWAHAHAHA PAY I SAY!

I am pure evil at this point, even to myself. I did cry while making this so your welcome. Oh and I brought Percy back! Kinda! He may come back again in another one of these backstory things. Maybe. Depends on the amount of readers I get.

Shoutout again mega ultra to my real world friend who now finally has a Wattpad! Follow her and read her story or else! Her username is: BelleSnowflake and her story Descendants is so freaking perfect it will make you cry. Again. You will weep so much because of this backstory and her first ch. Thnx storybuddy for the votes and support and fangirling! Your story makes me fangirl too! I'm just not rn cuz it's like 1am and your probs asleep.

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