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During the Sui dynasty, Buddhism was the most prevalent religion at the time. It was how China then was to be unified through propaganda. Those who didn’t convert were questioned by the palace. Thus, these were turbulent times for demigods, who could not renounce their heritage. They were like wild flames who did not want to be under the control of the established government. |
During the Sui dynasty, Buddhism was the most prevalent religion at the time. It was how China then was to be unified through propaganda. Those who didn’t convert were questioned by the palace. Thus, these were turbulent times for demigods, who could not renounce their heritage. They were like wild flames who did not want to be under the control of the established government. |
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− | + | In fear of persecution, our gifted group of forefathers fled for refuge and prayed to Olympus. What they seeked, they found and established the Lui clan. Together, the village fought monsters, trained, forged, and innovated - much to have been a target for more gods and goddesses. New half-bloods, strays, and legacies, the clan grew in formidable size. Unfortunately, for those who found us and refused our loyalty to the gods, they must suffer consequences. Soon, with consideration to the number of godly spawns, Olympus granted us a shield against monsters - much like the one in the current Camp Half Blood. |
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Efficient and deadly with weapons forged with the knowledge of the gods, these were once the hidden secrets within the forest and mountains of Sichuan, China. With full pride do I dare call my people fierce and noble. The story was passed on from generation to generation, but it never reached mine. |
Efficient and deadly with weapons forged with the knowledge of the gods, these were once the hidden secrets within the forest and mountains of Sichuan, China. With full pride do I dare call my people fierce and noble. The story was passed on from generation to generation, but it never reached mine. |
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After seven years under Circe's apprenticeship, Wei-Huang has returned to camp for a short break. Much has changed about her. She is currently single but not yet interested in long-term commitment. Once a daughter of Hermes, Peidra was such a prankster that she caused the gods and goddesses much stress - almost destroying a whole temple. Thus, she cursed by her own father to be an eternal prankster in the form of a mere rock. Ever since then, she has gained international fame for her mischiefs. Top 3 of her most notable mischiefs were: (1) rolling herself out of a tomb on a Sabbath day, (2) giving Sisyphus false hope in rolling her - and not his rock - onto the top of the mountain, and (3) giving sweet talk tips to her owners who believed her to be the Blarney Stone. Wanting a break from her mischiefs, Piedra the Rock came back to Camp Half Blood to experience the demigod life she never had. That's how she came to know the other campers, including Wei.
On Wei’s study table, a magical journal stands out. Three Chinese words are on the center of the cover: 雷慧凰. If the viewer dares to open, a story plays out with the voice of a heavy accented Chinese woman. While she narrates in first perspective, the viewer would see a clear view of ancient China. Hi there. Welcome to my journal! If you stumbled upon this, it might mean I trust you enough to share my story or a tragedy has happened, but that does not matter. Now that you’re here, why don’t you stay? This journal was a gift from Mnemosyne — to make sure I never forget my culture, my people, and my story. During the Sui dynasty, Buddhism was the most prevalent religion at the time. It was how China then was to be unified through propaganda. Those who didn’t convert were questioned by the palace. Thus, these were turbulent times for demigods, who could not renounce their heritage. They were like wild flames who did not want to be under the control of the established government. In fear of persecution, our gifted group of forefathers fled for refuge and prayed to Olympus. What they seeked, they found and established the Lui clan. Together, the village fought monsters, trained, forged, and innovated - much to have been a target for more gods and goddesses. New half-bloods, strays, and legacies, the clan grew in formidable size. Unfortunately, for those who found us and refused our loyalty to the gods, they must suffer consequences. Soon, with consideration to the number of godly spawns, Olympus granted us a shield against monsters - much like the one in the current Camp Half Blood. Efficient and deadly with weapons forged with the knowledge of the gods, these were once the hidden secrets within the forest and mountains of Sichuan, China. With full pride do I dare call my people fierce and noble. The story was passed on from generation to generation, but it never reached mine. The picture of my parents’ meeting was magical, as my father narrated. My mother was laconic and introverted - like an oxpecker that guarded from above. Meanwhile, my father, a son of Circe, was an extroverted man with much charm. He was bold, talkative, handsome, and chaotic - like a water buffalo constantly running towards a goal. Their symbiotic relationship started over a bag of gold. After their mental connection, mother revealed herself to be the goddess Hecate. However, she intended on staying, much to my father’s joy. As the clan’s first lady, she was introduced to the clan as a daughter of Hecate and was gladly welcomed. Any deity who visited kept her identity as a secret, as she was then considered a minor goddess. My childhood was like paradise. Though the people hailed and rejoiced for my birth, the villagers didn’t treat me like an heiress, but as a family member. They did not give me any special treatment more than they gave the others, and I was freely allowed to communicate with the few children of my age. When I returned home, my mother would be strict on my spell training, and my father always had the time to tuck me in bed. I trained to be the next supreme leader in all aspects - assassin, healer, and trainer. For eleven years, my life was close to perfection. My first monster attack came at the age of 11, the first time I stepped out of the border to see something more. A hellhound picked up my scent, and it came to charge me. Luckily, the god of death Thanatos, who was enjoying his company with one of our village’s women, stopped the dog. Thus, one could say, I never had a formal fight for a monster back in my childhood. Sadly, despite our village living in peace and harmony, human nature craved for more, more, and more. Certain members of our village planned an insurrection against the gods, asking for more than what we have received. In their eyes, we should be equal. Hubris and greed caused our downfall. Angered, the Olympians allowed a lesson to be taught for all the future Asian half-blood children. They summoned my father in a meeting, and he allowed himself to become a sacrifice, leading all with him to death. However, my mother pleaded for my life, and Zeus, who in favor of the innocent lives in our village, allowed it. Olympus lifted the shroud and made the village known to the public. The next night, the warriors, high ranked assassins, of our village reported a siege of the emperor’s army was charging towards us. The army was not a peaceful one, with war horses and men with full armor. It outnumbered our people by at least five times. Many people died that night, but before I heard all the blood curdling screams, I vanished. My father kissed me one last goodnight, and my mother opened a portal to the future - one of her new spells made with my father. For the last time, mother crossed two hairpins onto my hair. I did not want to leave, but I had no choice. When she heard the battering ram slamming through our gates, mother pushed me towards the portal. However, some complications happened - such as my eyes glowing red and my life becoming immortal. I was 17 when I would never see my people, my family, my great village again. Two hundred years later, Zeus would also strike down the imperial palace for having the audacity to ruin the Greek lineage. Through the Liu descendants of Apollo and Mnemosyne, the “Tui Bei Tu 推背圖”, or 60-paged book of curses would be commissioned. Each page was to be fulfilled by a demigod of different heritage. This was to remind the great country about its transgressions against the half-bloods of the Lui clan. Some were reincarnated without knowledge of their past - Cody Knight from the Japanese War (page 39) and Haze Ryong from the Tiananmen Square Massacre (page 54), while others lived through the pain of failing their country Xavier Yan in the Opium War (page 36). Yet, there are also those who left for the Elysian Fields. Nonetheless, they were all hailed as heroes of Olympus. And I, whose life inspired theirs, could see all 60 pasts with my red eyes. Fast forwarding to modern day, I woke up in a bed. Two distinct male voices were conversing. I opened my eyes to find a satyr and a son of Mnemosyne named Fred and Griffin Hui respectively. They were also the reincarnations Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang, the co-author of the Tui Bei Tu. According to them, I was found in Central Park unconscious, and Fred sensed something special in me. Thus, the two men took me home. It was hard at first to communicate, but luckily, Griffin Hui could translate. They soon became my family, giving me an American name based off a billboard ad. Yes, it was a pop star named Kesha. America was interesting in a way, and Griffin made it bearable. Griffin was able to translate everything I said in my exact words. He even taught me how to speak in three more languages. Griffin also gave me these new blue colored contact lenses that he says will make me less noticed in public. He went with me to beauty parlors and malls without concern that people stared at him for it. We practiced our powers under Fred everyday. We ate lunch together at school even when people glared at me. He always patted my head and made me feel special. After a year of being kept and taught in the ways of Griffin, I was ready to see the world. I attended the modern school and seemingly passed. It was quite difficult when you only had one year to absorb everything. The people from my class distanced me for some reason of being ancient, they say. They also feared my aura of... "deadliness." The girls sneered at me when I always stuck close to Griffin. I tried to do my best, but it was so difficult. The only subjects I managed to get A's were history, sports, art, culture, and math. After a while, I have gotten the "hang" of things. Griffin taught me more and more and more. He told me that I was improving, this somehow made me glad inside. A year later, I had not confessed my feelings, and Griffin had a girlfriend. He rarely spent any time with me, and depression creeped into my mind. Fred noticed it, and he told me it was high time I should go to Camp. I, without any question, packed my stuff, and rode a taxi with him to a far off place. We reached a foot of a hill, and he told me to cross the border. I was then escorted by Cody Knight, the reincarnation of an Olympian hero, to the Hecate cabin. History textbooks never divulge information to the future generations in order to retain the simple-minded peace, but these memories forever live on within me. Even if I will never get to rule my people, I am glad to have once been a part of them. I am glad to continue their legacy.
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