I don't know if you want to hear my story. It's dark, dreary, and gets really... aw, by all the gods, whatever. I may be the son of shadows. My dad is nothing but the god of shadows. But I don't feel dark, if that makes sense. Everyone just assumes that since Erebus is my father, I have to dark and gritty like, I dunno, the Gunslinger or somebody like that.
Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Garrett Park. I'm a demigod, the son of Erebus and Miranda Park, my mother. I have powers over the shadows, and, oh yeah, I live in South Chicago. Yup. My life was like any normal kid, you know, until my mom told me that I'm not entirely human. That was pretty cool until I found that shadows had a sort of attraction to me. Most people weren't able to notice, but they stayed away from me. I probably looked dangerous. Since I was five, my mom has let me carry a switchblade. I've been fine, but it's a miracle that I didn't stab myself.
Other than that, my life is okay, but even saying that is kind of a stretch. I go to school, I play baseball, and I volunteer at the animal shelter. You would think that they have an aversion to me, like children of Hades, but most animals are calm around me. It's nice. I do have a Cyclops friend though. His name's Ryan, which is pretty ordinary. As I said, life was good, until the demon lion eagle kidnapped my mom.
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