Percy's P.O.V
* I do not own PJO*
I was running through the cold winter streets of New York, blood stained the back of my shirt clinging to my skin I pushed through the crowd not daring to look back. I flinched every time a horn of a car beeper of a car beeped or when someone yelled into their phones. No one noticed me, I'm not complaining, I'd rather be invisible to the world than have every person I pass stop to ask "Why I'm crying" or "Is that blood on me?" and worst of all 'What happen?" I finally made it to Central Park my wounds stung and the cold air made me feel frozen. I collapsed behind a tree, I found a scrap a newspapers and plastic bags to cover my body with and laid down just as the snow started to fall. Now all I have to do is freeze to death.
No ones P.O.V
A man walked through Central park cursing the winter snow, he fixed his blond hair and shoves his hands into his pocket and continued his walk, why couldn't' t it be warmer... He could probably have it come out and the mortals would just think it was "global warming" or something like that but he'd probably get in trouble. The snow began piling up crystallizing the Park, but something seemed... out of place. He noticed a trail of blood, no it couldn't't be blood, reluctantly he followed the trail till it stopped at a pile of newspaper and...a body? He crouched down and carefully began removing the underneath was something thing that even startled. Him a boy, no older than 6, with cut all over his body, mostly on his back laid shivering, Apollo stared debating whether to leave him or take him with him. For a split second he had thought the boy had stopped breathing but he busted coughed and began to sit up. " Oh thank gods..." Apollo breathed " I though you were dead..." the boy rubbed his eyes "W-what?" the boy grumbled in a sudden panic the boy stood up and stared disapprovingly Apollo,who simply smiled at and remained crouching. " I don't need your help" he said angrily it was kind of hard to take him seriously especially with the blood that was trickling down his face. " It's alright I'm not going to hurt you" Apollo smiled, the boy stepped back " I'm not suppose to talk to talk to strangers" he retorted crossing his arms, he's arms were covered in bruises. "Well" said Apollo " You shouldn't be out here alone, where are your parents do they know your out here, how'd you get like this?" The boy didn't answer his blue green eyes seem hurt and broken and his face looked oddly familiar. " I don't know" he whispered shifting uncomfortably. That teared it Apollo thought to himself, "Well" he said standing up "You can't stay here." that face Apollo thought wait... "Sally...?" he said out loud. The boy looked up shocked " You know my mother?"
Apollo crouched so he was eye level with him, and asked him, "Has your mother ever told you about a place called Olympus?"
The boy nodded slowly "I think she mentioned it a few times, she told me stories about gods and stuff." "Well what if I told you...nah" the boy smirked "Try me" Apollo smiled " Well those gods your mom told you about, I'm one of them." the little boy raised one eyebrow "Are you on drugs?" Apollo laughed "Don't believe me?", "I'm 6 and a half,I'm not retarded" Apollo stood and put his hands up in defeat "Your right I guess, I'm just drunk." he turned and began walking away . "Wait" said the boy in a desperate tone of voice follow by foot step trying to catch up to Apollo. "I didn't mean it like that, It's just...It hard to believe." he said shyly. Apollo looked down at him, the boy kept his head down his black messy hair had a few very small bald patches,where ever this boy came from he was not going back "Hey" Apollo crouched down and took the boy's hand "Watch this." Suddenly the boy's body felt warm his eyes amazed at how his cut and bruises began to fade. "Believe me now?" said Apollo leading the boy in the direction of the Empire State building, nodded staring at his arm. "By the way whats your name?" the boy looked up there was a certain blazing glow in his eyes. "I'm Percy Jackson."