People say that I was born from the sea, 2 drops of blood from each of the most powerful demigods in the world combining with sea foam. They say that my power was the most best in the world: making things from the useless. They said I could raise mountains, and I could harnessed the sun with my own hands. They said I was above all, even more powerful than Zeus himself. People say that I was so powerful, I even escaped death and became immortal. But I knew one thing that nobody else knew: I was destined to die.
I knew that the only thing keeping me alive was the prophecy, that my unborn daughter will kill Filkhorn, the evil serpent/lion that will soon plague the land that we call home. My daughter will kill the monster once and for all, and help regain hold of Olympus, the one thing I was never able to do. Now, my child is born, and Filkhorn will rise, killing me.
Please, I have only a little amount of time left. Take care of my daughter. Send her to the trainer of demigods when she turns 12. No more, no less, must she be of age. And her fists, crafted by the finest craftsmen in all the land. Please give them to her before she leaves.
The serpent is coming. Help her. She is our only hope.
~B
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FanfictionWritten by QueenOfJacks13 The Daughter of Dust is what they called her. She came into camp -not with a monster on her trail- but one close behind. Filkhorn, the evil serpent monster, has risen from the dead, and the next place on his list is Camp H...
