User:Wintertopia

I’m a proud soldier of Kronos

I was born in a normal family. I had a loving stepmom that treated me like her own. I had a dad that loved me and my mom dearly. We were a happy family. At 14, my dad explained to me that I was a demigod and that I had to go to a special place for demigods called Camp Half-Blood. I was hesitant to go at first, but my parents assured me that I would come back after summer break. During my time there, I heard stories about the other demigods. Many had mortal parents that neglected and abused them. Many of them were kicked out of their house because of their ADHD and Dylexia, or because of the constant monsters, and were left out on the streets to fend for themselves. Others risked their lives coming to the camp after running away from an abusive family with a promise to be claimed by their immortal parent, only to remain unclaimed for who knows how long.I was lucky, I was claimed my immortal mother, Hebe in a week. Others, others weren’t as lucky.

Nearly everyone harbored sentiments against the gods, either because they blamed them for their misfortunes in life, or because they were sympathetic towards the ones that were directly affected. I was the latter. Compared to the other demigods, I had such a great life so far. Both a loving step mother and father, a rare occurance.

No one wanted to act, because we knew would be struck down immediately for our actions. All until that son of Hermes rose up.

Luke was his name. If I remembered correctly, he recently went on a solo quest to retrieve a apple from the gardens of the Hespaides for his father, Hermès. He was the only brave one to speak his thoughts about the gods. He argued why should we obey their wishes. Why should we go on these stupid life-or-death quests with basically no gain for us. Why should we act as stepping stones for them to gain more power and more influence. Why should we bow down and care for them so much when they haven’t done or give a crap about us?

He told us about a magnificent dream he had. He envisioned a new world, without any of the gods. A new world will demigods like us wouldn’t have to live in misery, and do our stupid life-or-death quest stunts for the gods. We eagerly listened. He told us that Kronos could do it. He told us that Kronos could rid the world of the gods influence. He asked us to join on his crusade to defeat the gods and bring justice to every demigod that suffered from them.

At first I was hesitant to join. I knew that in the mythology books, Kronos was the evil one. That he ate his children because he thought they were going to overthrow him. But I guess I was more angry to think properly at that moment, so I joined.

I was sent into the world with a couple other demigods that joined Kronos. Our mission was to find and recruit demigods in the world. Many children of Hecate joined Kronos and their magic tracking powers helped immensely to find demigods.

We found demigods everywhere. Homeless shelters, parks, even sewers. Many of their parents either abandoned them because of they mental disabilities or the monsters that constantly attacked their homes. Same stories over and over again.

It’s only a month, until we find the horrors. One of the Hecate kids found a couple lone demigods in an abandoned warehouse using their tracking magic. What they found was truly horrific. A testament to the gods abandoment of their children.

What I saw, I can’t erase it from my memory. Young demigods, from ages 6-10 being forced to be an underage prostitute. The scene was so horrible. We did eventually liberated them after we won an intense battle with the child molesters.

After the battle, I was still in shock. How could the gods allow this to happen? Did the gods not care? Back in camp we learned that the gods couldn’t directly interfere into their children’s lives because of the Ancient Laws. But this... this was just evil. How could the gods just watch as their 7 year old daughter is being gang raped by a group of men without doing something? Isn’t preserving your child’s innocence more important than your damn power and pride?

We encountered the same things over and over again. After the first encounter, I researched and it did make sense on why this was happening. Young children that were abandoned and left on the streets were potential prey to child predators, rapists, human traffickers, and gangs.

I saw demigods so young that would have had promising futures only if their parent wasn’t a god, with bleak and dull eyes in deep depression. Some of the demigods that we saved, later commited suicide. This only soldified my allegiance towards Kronos.

For these demigods, we didn’t want them to join our side. Even if we were losing demigods in the war, we couldn’t let them fight. They already seen too much, so we created and funded an orphanage with therapy just for them. Many older demigods swore allegiance towards Kronos. It wasn’t required because of what they went through, but they still did. They experienced firsthand, and they were determined for that to never happen again.

We had to destroy the gods. It was a must now. For the future generations of demigods, so they didn’t have to face what these young children did. We knew that if we died in combat, our afterlives would probably be spent in the fields of punishment for treason against the gods. But for the chance that no more demigods will suffer and live in misery, it was all worth it.

Later we met the Hunters of Artemis. We tried to reason with them of what we were truly doing, but all they saw on us, was a traitor. I guess hanging out with a goddess, makes you loose all humanity. Some of the newer Hunter recruits were sympathetic to our cause, but it was overshadowed by their immense loyalty to their mistress.

We had many engagements with them. Some ending in heavy casualties for us. Of course we didn’t want to fight them. Our main duty was to liberate demigods, but they kept disrupting our duties.

After so many casualties on our side, we decided to go on the offensive. We knew that we couldn’t continue our operations if they kept interrupting it. We had much help from allied monsters. Kronos was also very supportive of eliminating the Hunters.

In the first years, we were doing great. We had much more resources to fight against the Hunters. We had much more allies. Most importantly, we had support of both Kronos and Luke, who both believed the Hunters were a massive threat towards us.

We proudly flung Kronos’s purple banner over our many victories. To the gods and the Hunters, the banner probably meant betrayal or evil. To us, it meant a new beginnings, a new era for demigods. Hope, a new Dawn after a long darkness. It meant all of that.

But that all came crashing down, in the last year of the war. The Hunters have found the location of the Orphanage which had well over two hundred rescued demigod children in it. Their motives were not clear, but clear enough to reason that they were trying to destroy it. We were in charge of holding them off until the last children was escorted safely far away from this place.

That battle was the first time we were outnumbered. We have noticed that the Hunters were filling in their ranks, but we didn’t know how fast. In the near end, we were fighting at the doors of the orphanage, protecting the building with our lives.

We got word that the orphanage was successfully evacuated. I told the other defenders that I was going to defended their escape. And I did. I fought against overwhelming numbers of Hunters, with hundreds of years of experience. I was already wounded in many places and I was very exhausted. I knew I couldn’t kept up the fight. I knew my time was near. I just had to hold them all off until the last defenders were far away from here.

I made my last stand at the back exit of the orphanage, where all the kids left through. I already was slowing down on my defenses, the Hunters were quickly slashed through my remaining defenses and then I felt the blades thusted into my chest and midsection. I died clutching Kronos’s banner soaked in blood of the fallen on my hand.

My worst fears did come true. The three judges of the underworld overshadowed all my good deeds under “ultimate treason against the gods” and given a unfair treatment. I don’t know why I thought the judges would show any fairness towards me. I guess I thought all the demigods I rescued counted for something.

Now I reside in the fields of punishment, being tormented for all eternity for treason. Treason for doing the right thing.

The selfish part of me forces me to imagine what life would be if I didn’t join Kronos. I mean I had a great life with both equally loving parents. I could have ignored the suffering and misery the other demigods felt inside, and just live happily. But I know I made the right decision. Because of me, all those demigods that were being used a sex item, were free. Even as I speak, I’m facing unimaginable pain, I don’t regret a single thing.