Prologue
"Do you think he'll be suitable for the position?" Ezera asked her husband, looking at the new, unknowing baby boy she cradled in her arms. "Yes," Zeus reassured her wife. " I sense his power; he will fit the new godly power of darkness." He sighed. "What shall we name him?" Ezera asked. Zeus paused. A golden light, that of which mark the transformation of a half-blood to a god. It surrounded the boy that Zeus had to show the mortals, who had forgotten, who was really in charge. "Neil" he responded finally.
Chapter 1: I formerly decide I hate art class
45 years later…
"Alright sugarplums, time to put on your smocks and take out your rough draft designs of your own new president!" Ms. Witherclark proclaimed. It was a rainy, dreary Monday morning, and I had no idea how someone could possibly be so happy despite the cruddy weather, not to mention the day. "If only we were all as cheerful as her," Snickered Lucas, my best friend. I smiled and nodded in agreement. "Then again, they'd probably send us all to the insane asylum". We both grabbed our drawings and sat down at a table together. As I observed my terrible handiwork (I have no drawing skills, and I have dyslexia, ok?) I paid no attention to Morris Lansing, angry and hateful, advancing towards me. I still didn't notice him when he sat in a chair at the table in back of me. As soon as Ms. Witherclark left the room (don't worry me, darlings! Ill be right back! I just have to take a wee-wee!) he sprang into action. Without making a sound, Morris picked me up and almost threw me across the room. I was dizzy and slow to get up yet he didn't make a move. "Get up, nightly!" He sneered. "I want don't to want to pummel a defenseless kid. That's no fun." You see, the thing about Morris is there is no reason for his assaults. He's not abused, not on drugs; he just constantly feels the need to wreck other kids. Since Morris's last target moved to Illinois, I became target #13. And boy, was I an easy one. "Hey, lay off him!" Lucas shouted, not quite brave enough to stand up to him but able to half rise. "Ethan never did anything to you!". Morris slowly turned his head around to face my friend. "So you're going to fight me?" He laughed. "You and what army?". What happened next was a blur. As Morris turned his attention back to me, I felt my brown eyes turn a dark black, and my body began to glow the same color, the room began to spin and suddenly, it became a black void. And in it, were only Morris and I. He seemed dazed. Slash that, he was dazed, like a cow that woke up in the desert. "Whaa-" He began. But he was cut off, because a black force began to form around him. It seemed to become tight, almost squeezing his body like a balloon. It coiled around him, tighter and tighter. I was sure he was about to die. Then, as suddenly as it happened, it stopped. We were back in the classroom, and Morris was on the floor, clearly still recovering from… whatever that thing was. The first, hazy thought that came into my mind was "What was that?" The classroom was in complete disorder, as if a tornado had ripped through it. Papers and people were everywhere. Most were sprawled on the floor, dazed and confused. Ms. Witherclark came sprinting in. "What happened?" she asked. She noticed that I was the only person still standing, and narrowed her gaze at me. And I had nothing to say.
Disclaimer: Unfortunatly, i do not own the Percy Jackson and The Olympians series. Sniffle. Nor do i intend copy-write infringement or whatever.
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