Riptide rising

Another day another dollar, another day trying to survive.

As a demigod Your life is never easy.

From rampaging minotaurs to psychotic snake-like cheerleaders, To giant cannibalistic basketball players...

Your life is never sweet. It is painful. It is deadly. The blood blood of innocent demigods Was the fuel for the monsters of Tartarus to live.

This is a fact of life.

A fundamental aspect of survival. And with the Olympian Gods not giving a damn about their children, it's inevitable for conflict to rise.

Most were lucky to make it to 12 years old.. You either lived a hero or died a martyr.

This is the life of a demigod..

however, What if the universe decided that this was nonsense.

What if Khaos, Creator of reality decided to have a little fun and shake up the status quo.

What if The Creator granted. A blessing of creativity and potential to a single pen that Could turn into a sword..

After all The pen which had displaced the sword in the hierarchy of power simply for its ability to craft treaties and peace between realms, Which had been a simple tool to educate the masses, And to unlock creativity within artists around the globe.

What if This pen and its wielder had the ability to fundamentally alter reality? So long as they write it down on whatever surface they touch. So long as their imagination is flowing they could be Almighty.

To quote the original story that inspired this.

• the ability to claim ownership over any person or thing. Anyone who sees your name written on any object will believe wholeheartedly that you own that object, even if that object is a person (or part of a person). Social conventions, economic realities, and the laws of the land hold no sway on your right to own anything with your name on it.
• The ability to change social conventions so long as you remember to write it down and be as thorough as possible
• The ability to change the perception of you not only you, But all those around you.

This was a Mighty artifact That the creator of the universe unleashed. However, most overlook this sacred object, Simply because it was already a sword, How much powerful could it be as a pen?

For centuries, This pen had been forgotten about, held on to by a centaur who was a master of archery and trainer of Heroes. He spent decades hoping for a single candidate to hold such a weapon. He did not realize its full power.

On the day of the first Quest of the young 12-year-old Percy Jackson, He Was granted the blade that he would spend the rest of his life fighting with.

It was a single plastic ballpoint pen.

Yes, it may have the ability to return to the wielders pocket as soon as it's out of their hand, But to Percy and all the wielders before him of this Mighty weapon never realized it's true potential until until one cold icy day, outside of the military school: Westover Hall.