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Percy Jackson's Log
Date: September 9, 2019
Day 2 in this maximum-security prison, although in my opinion it feels more like a low-budget movie set than a place where 'dangerous criminals' should be. Although my opinion may be biased because I have seen, known or heard of magical, divine and infernal prisons as a demigod, so a human prison is "meh" for me.
Either way, the gray walls try to strip me of all dignity, while the cameras and most of the guards look at me like a judge who has already made his decision. However, there seems to be a small glimmer of normalcy in this madness: a flat-screen TV in the corner.
For what?... To distract me?, To measure my reactions?... Or maybe so the guards can have fun seeing the carnage I left in Central Park?
The sound of the TV is a distant murmur much of the time, but now it seems more thunderous than the hours gone by. The news is incessant, and the reporters, like vultures, revel in the tragedy.
"Superhuman suspect" is the new nickname I've been given, a label that screams from the rooftops that the world still doesn't understand the hidden truth of the world, nor does it have any idea that ancient myths and legends are true, so I can't expect them to understand the demigods.
But back to the news, the number of bodies in Central Park has surpassed 20,000 so far, it's almost reached 30,000 and while the numbers keep climbing, I'm still here, stuck in this place. (Note 1)
No doubt the idiot followers of the scarecrow and other idiots who were part of the legion or council will feel vindicated to know how many deaths I cause despite defending New York City, as if they had always been right that I was a danger and a threat... If only most of them were still alive after the idiocy they did to start a civil war between the camps 9 years ago.
But don't get me wrong, I could escape from here if I wanted to, a foggy trip and I could be on the other side of the state from one moment to the next, and it's good that I'm writing this in Atlantean because of the surveillance cameras that follow my every move and that includes going to the bathroom. Damn voyeurs. Although I'm surprised that no one arrives or asks me to hand this over, but maybe that has to do with the guards not stopping pointing their guns at me on the other side of the glass. Anyway, I don't know who designed this prison cell, but it's useless for someone like me.
Oh, I digress.
As I said, I can easily escape from here with a foggy trip, even if I end up with a slight tiredness because I'm not like my Greek half-sister who is used to depending on her gifts. But I won't deny that I now feel a little annoyed that Triton and my stepmother Salacia mostly put aside training on my gifts, as they focused on my combat skills with a sword, trident, spear, harpoon, and several other bladed weapons during the training they gave me inside the Little Tiber or when they made me appear on some coast or lake when I was outside the Legion on a supposed solo mission.
Maybe I should look for Andromeda or one of my other half-sisters, to fix that.
Besides, if I escape from prison, it will undoubtedly only cause me problems, but who knows if things will continue to get worse I may have to hide for a while in Atlantis until the Mist works again, covering up and altering the mortals' perception of everything that has happened.
And now I'm writing while the news shows that the invaders are back, at least this time the police, SWAT members and part of the national guard are guarding the park from what I can see on TV.
I can see the cops and the National Guard trying to restrain the creatures that came out of that cursed gate in the park while the reporters on the ground become hysterical. But it is not the first time that an army of fantastic beings tries to invade the city, but this time it seems more organized, maybe more dangerous for the mortals, not to mention that this time the Mist does not cover it and they seek to harm mortals instead of reaching Olympus or killing half-breeds as happened to the Greek campers 10 years ago.
Every time I look up at the TV and see images of what should have been a "simple" afternoon in the park transforming into a kind of semi-apocalyptic scenario... or maybe I'm the one exaggerating. And also one of the newscasters, with a tone of urgency that could rival the best action dramas, describes the "strange invaders" as if they were straight out of a medieval or Roman fantasy video game.
I can't help but smile bitterly. The life of a demigod has never been easy, but now I feel like the protagonist of a movie I didn't choose. And of course, the world until a few moments ago and maybe still believes I'm the villain.
"What did I get myself into this time?" I ask myself, and feeling some of the weight of guilt for the amount of deaths I caused mostly with the storm, lightning and rain I unleashed... Deep down, I know that I had no choice but to confront those beings, the city was in danger.
But the image of destruction haunts me slightly like an echo of my decisions, although it will probably fade in a few weeks or months, because I don't think totally like a human, if I were I would undoubtedly already be traumatized by the number of deaths I cause or rather I should have been since I was a child or a teenager, but I'd probably be taken for a sociopath or a psychopath for not reacting like someone "normal," especially with the ideas that have emerged in the last five years in human society.
And when I look back at the TV and see that it shows a SWAT group bravely fighting the creatures, because their black uniforms stand out in chaos. Me and the prison guards can hear the bullets ringing out, mixed with the screams of the idiot civilians who for some reason went to see what was happening in the park before the invaders returned despite the authorities no doubt having asked them to leave, and now they are trying to escape the chaos.
How should I describe it?
It would be a Dantesque spectacle, if the invaders were replaced demons of Christian beliefs, either way it makes me want to get out of this prison. However, the doors are locked and the guards "make sure there is no escape".
"What the fuck are those things?"
"Look at that!" One of the guards exclaims, his expression a mixture of amazement and morbidity. "It's a dragon!"
"What the fuck is going on?!"
I turn to them, my eyes burning. If only they knew what's really out there, some of them wouldn't be so excited or reassured by the fireworks display.
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Note 1: According to the manga or at least the translations I read, the invading army that crossed the door to Japan exceeded 100,000 men on most websites, and on others they said that they were close to 200,000.
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