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I'm the last Demigod to die.
And, I do mean, ever.
And my friends and I? We're the last that will ever be born.
I'm making sure of it.
My name is Ava Smith, it's nice to meet you. I'm 16, and I know for a fact, I'm about to die. And the world could end with me, but it could also not.
And that's up to you.
If you're reading this, congratulations, you're officially a child of the last six. These books, these records, they're being recorded out of everything we say, or do, or think. Hestia made sure of it.
They'll also only appear if and when one of the other five has a kid, and if and when they turn 14.
I feel as if I owe it to you to explain this, all of this. Because you will be born into a life of people who know next to nothing about being a person, or being allowed to even try to be that, much less a parent or a kid.
It is sometime between July sixth, and July eighth, 2027, at 3:23 pm.
I hope that whoever you are, you're safe, and happy, and healthy. I'm also guessing your father happens to be Alexei Manning, my… Best friend.
This is going to be scary, I won't lie. But… It's important you do listen. I don't know how else to help you, and maybe you don't want my help, but believe me, if you have a drop of Ichor in you, you will need it.
So- Please. Just… Just read. Read everything you can about the Gods, and the demigods, and the days before you, as hopefully, after this is all over? You won't need to know a bit of it.
But you might someday. And I can't help you then.
Here it is:
What you need to know before you die here.
I'm signing off now. Thank you, for uh... For being here.
