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You must know by now, I'm a demigod. Half-blood. A freak. My name is Solstice Martins. But if you think I'm going to walk around in public being called a name like Solstice, your wrong. I dislike the name. So I make everyone call me Dani instead, okay? Well sometimes, they're stubborn and stick with calling me Solstice, but they will after they meet a friend of mine. No, that isn't you. It's my diluted Stygian blade. Yeah, you heard me right, I go around and poke people with the pointy end. So stay on my good side if you want to be on the other end. My father originally named Rosalie Bettencourt. Or was it Buttercourt? I don't care, his last name could've been Butcherknife. I was renamed by the people of the orphanage, using the surname of the owner. Named Solstice because I was born on summer solstice. I'm young, I've only lived sixteen short years of my life. As a demigod, life is never easy. Monster eventually end up tailing you with malice intentions. Oh joy.
So you want to know about me as a person, huh? Well... I am considered a very silent being, I do not speak often. People sometimes assume that I'm mute. Truthfully, I just simply refuse to speak at all. It's hard for me to trust anyone anymore. I'm seen alone most of the time, I'm also a loner by choice. Three words to describe me are dark, secretive, and mysterious. You would usually find me sleeping in the day. I'm lurking the outside at night. Whatever you do, don't wake me up. You have been warned. I just don't really like the sunlight. Days are only pretty when they are rainy and cloudy. Well of course not at night, I like to see the stars shine. And that comes back to sleeping through the day. It solves all the problems.
FINE, I'll talk about my terrible and murderous family. My father's Andrew Bettencourt, murdered by me, period. My stepmother's Ellie Bettencourt, also one of the people who I have stabbed. Then there's my aunt, Bethany Rosenblade-Bettencourt, who I have killed indirectly. When she saw the dead bodies of Andrew and Ellie, it was the shock that placed her into eternal sleep. And my mother... She's Asteria. Oh and I forgot to mention my two half brothers. Aiden's two years older than me. There's Luka, who's my age, murder by... NOT BY ME THIS TIME, but Aiden.
History, boring subject it is. Oh, if you mean my past... It isn't out of a fairytale, but I'll tell you. Once only so listen up. I wasn't suppose to be born. A mere mistake. My father was happily married with two sons. It happened late at night, while he was coming home from work. He saw a woman, her skin was reflecting off the moonlight, she was absolutely beautiful. It was like he fell into a trance. They spent the night together and then she disappeared, never heard or seen again. That was, until nine and a half month later. I was left on his doorstep in a basket, with the following note attached to it.
Dear Andrew,
The baby girl in the basket, I'm afraid to say, she's your daughter.
But there are things you must know, you must believe. I am completely serious.
I am a Greek goddess, our child is a demigod, she will be different.
When she's older, send her to Camp Half Blood or a satyr would come get her. The address is:
Half-Blood Hill, Farm Road 3.141
Long Island, New York 11954
Love, Lilith
Lilith was the name she went under when my mother was with him. So unfortunately when my father opened the door, his wife was with him. I basically ruined their marriage. She immediately got a divorce with him, moved away, and took custody of the children. My father was VERY angry... So he threw into a dumpster to die. It was cruel, I was just a newborn. A man who was taking out the trash found me and brought me to an orphanage. So I ended up as a kid being brought up at an orphanage. I didn't have any known relatives. And as if things weren't bad enough, I was never really normal. I didn't play outside with any of the kids. I didn't run to the table when it was meal or snack time. I was teased by other children, but I remained silent. Not to mention strange things seemed to happen around me. I see things that nobody else does. Once, when I went outside, this thing came at me and made an attempt to kill me. Then there was this other time I found a blade on my bed, it was sitting in the folds, gleaming. I kept it and that is how I acquired my current weapon.
I was never an interest to the adults that came, never even spared a passing glance. Until I was eight, when the widow came by. She just told the owner she wanted to adopt a girl name Solstice, with out knowing me really, and the next thing you know it, she became my legal guardian. Her name was Bethany Bettenourt-Rosenblade. To my horror, I discovered she was my father's sister. Bethany heard what he did and decided to come look for me, then take me in. Don't take me wrong, I was grateful to get out of the orphanage. But really, my daddy's sister? I didn't know what would my father do once he saw me. She loved me and began homeschooling me as I was very far behind in education wise. A year later, there was a family reunioin, right here at Bethany's place. My father came, with his wife Ellie and his children. I guess they made up and got back together. The second Ellie saw me, she figured out who I was. She turned to the door with her two sons and left. My father didn't though, he was forced to stay. I mean, Bethany was about to tie him to a chair if he didn't. We had dinner, talked a bit, blah blah blah, you know, that stuff.
Everything was normal until nighttime. It was like a horror movie. I was sleeping when I heard a sound. Looking up, I saw my father standing there, holding knife above me. He was trying to kill her. He told her, "This should've been done a long time ago." I was scared, I called for Bethany, but she didn't respond. I later found out she was knocked out cold. I slid off my bed, but then I was cornered. I didn't know what to do. Then all of a sudden blue wisp of smoke appeared and binded him. I used this oppurtunity to take the dagger from my father. I acted impulsively. I stabbed him in the chest, an instant kill. A second later, there was a soft, almost eerie knock on the door. I went to the door slowly, very unsure of myself. Opening the door, the woman who stood there was my worst nightmare. It was my father's (ex-)wife, Ellie. She saw the blood and knife in my hand, pushed me aside to go in. Ellie saw the whole seen, she opened her mouth to scream, but I stabbed her too. I don't know what I was thinking. My stepmother fell to the ground, lifeless. I ran for it.
I didn't get far as if I was being punished. The movie continues. I ran into two big men and they knocked me unconsious. They put me in a potato sack and stuff me into a trunk. I woke up an hour later, tied to a chair in a cold cellar. There were the two who grabbed me and this cloaked figure standing in front of me. I felt oddly strange. It had been a full moon that night, the stars shining brightly in the stars. My head wasn't thinking clearly when the ground shook. The earth split open and the sound of screeching filled the air. All around me bodies began to rise. Some looking only a few days old, others simply so old and decayed that they were skeletons. They cirled me, mumbling things I didn't understand. The ropes that were binding me were sliced opened, I was free again. Free to be killed. I can't remember what happened next. I was backing away as arms reaching out as if to grab me. There was a flash of light and I slipped unconsious again.
I woke up on the streets of New York City. People looked at me as if I was one of those homeless beggars, despite my clothing. So I got up and walked around. This guy who looked like a security guard started following me, which was kind of creepy. I started to take several turns to lose him. I eventually found myself in an alley. I wasn't paying attention and walked straight into this half goat boy. I stumbled back and he said, "We have to get out of here." I followed him and he began explaining things to me. His name was Fred and I found out who I was. He brought me to a place where other people like me reside.
