Life. The Great Game, they called it. The game that we all inevitably fail. A paradise that is ripped away from us before we even appreciate it. Before it appreciates us. For if it never had a player, the game wouldn't win. At least, that's what was taught. There is a way to win. You just have to find it. My mother always said that the answer would be found in dreams. She said that all your problems vanished as soon as you closed your eyes. But what dreams? You may ask me. Nightmares. I would reply. Pure miseries. Refined sufferings. That is where every key to every lock hides. Don't believe me? Perhaps...my legend will convince you.

Every demigod starts somewhere, everyone gets their time on the podium-be it in the god's council, or in front of the judges of the underworld. This is not a game, this is real life, and this...this is my story

"Freeze! St. Louis Police!" I...I don't know what's going on. Everything moved so fast that-that...I don't know! All I remember was waking up at this...house and then this man chased me through it. Sorry, sir, everything's a little fuzzy.

"Make them remember you." Jax, a name that the people of Camp Jupiter came to respect. It took battle after battle to become what he is now, but his father had told him long ago, that he was destined for greatness...or the other alternative... Destruction.

"I'm getting real tired of you." Aurora is wounded. Her dreams of friendly wolves and crows had now been trampled by the harsh reality. The rolling hills of San Francisco were intimidating. What made it even more intimidating were the bunches of terrors that ran after her. The only thing that she has on her is a phone. Its display was cracked and broken but she knew what she had to do. Her hands trembled but she knew what to dial.