Marco Bodt's Short Story

Depression, Desolation, and Distress don't come easy for Half-Bloods. But when you're a child of Hades, it comes as second nature. For Marco Bodt, he learned them the hard way. Living in the pitch black obsidian pillared walls that make up the underworld. Where the only visitors are spirits coming to be judged and their shepherds. The underworlds not as bad as everyone thinks it is. Although to anyone who lives there for two years they'll think that. So his opinion is probably a little bias. There is one thing in the underworld that keeps him sane though. Persephone's Garden, his only safe haven in this dark world. The garden itself isn't much but the arrangement of the flowers themselves capture your attention. The center is a huge pomegranate tree, that has multiple oddly colored petals

One yellow while the others a dark black. "These are your acceptance letters for Trost Academy" she says once were holding them. "Its..." "The best school ever Marco!" Connie interrupts."Its Half-Blood haven! Haven't you heard about the school.?" he asks. When the school first started it was all over the media. But there were no good mentions of it. The school itself being just for half-bloods, quickly made it hated. So called empowering the "Weird" as the news put it. At this point Connie takes the silence as a means to continue. 'Trost Academy is a Half-Blood Sanctuary. You basically go to school but everything is specifically designed for half-bloods. Everyone there is a half-blood, so there's no indifference. Plus now we both can go because of yours truly." he beams happily. Based on the way he says it there is little that can be done to sway his mind. " So how much longer do I have" he says with melodramatic sadness.
"Two whole days to be packed for the best year of your life." Connie says before disappearing in a yellow flash of