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3rd person Pov
(Percy is 8 years old right now)
It was a busy, humid morning in the hustle and bustle of New York City. People walking by, completely unaware of the cries of pain from a third story apartment, where a little boy, no more than the age of 8, was getting repeatedly kicked in the stomach and sides, to the point of broken ribs and painful breaths for the young child.
This was the average for the boy, getting tortured because he tried to protect his mother from his bastard step-father.
The step-father of the boy, Gabe, had hit the boy's mother in the face till the point of bleeding and a black eye in the making. The boy had had enough of the pained screams from his mother and started to smack the man in the back until he stopped beating his mother and turn his step-father's attention to himself. The hits did little, to no damage to the man. The man threw the young boy to the ground and started to kick him, receiving pained grunts and screams as his reward.
When the man was satisfied with the beating, he turned back to his wife, and slowly took out a switchblade, walking slowly to her position. "I'm done dealing with you and the boy, my life was better without the both of you. Get ready." The man said before chuckling darkly and advancing closer to his cowering wife.
"p-pl-please j-just kill me, l-let Percy g-go." The woman pleaded, tears streaming down her face.
The man wore a maniacal grin, grabbing her arm forcefully, and slicing a long chunk of her skin, letting the red liquid flow out and drip to the floor. The little boy in the corner was frozen in fear and unable to get up do to the pain.
The man took his time ending his wife's life, cutting long lines all over her body. The man was standing in a pool of his wife's blood. He let out a sadistic laugh before slitting his wife's throat, ending her tortured screams and her life.
The boy let out a cry of agony, watching his mother fall lifeless before his eyes. The agony turned to a burning hatred, as he stared at his step-father holding his mother's rapidly paling body.
The boy's eyes had unknowingly, turned a pitch-black, and his pupils had seemingly burst into an inferno of black flames. The boy closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. When the boy opened his eyes again, he let out a loud scream of rage before falling into the blackness that enclosed his mind.
When the boy gave his scream, he didn't notice the body of his mother lighting into flames. The flames crawled up his step-father's hand, burning the flesh away, making the man let out multiple screams for help before the fire over took him.
The fire that started with his mother's dead body had spread to the table she was near, spreading to the rest of the kitchen. There was multiple sounds of knocking from the door, before the door was broken off the hinges, letting in a steam of neighbors who had heard the cries of pain and the ones for help.
Little time skip (1 hour)
Percy Pov
When I woke up, all I noticed was the loud sounds of sirens. I was blinded by the brightness of where I was, making me shield my eyes until they adjusted. I noticed I was on a comfortable, white-sheeted bed. Looking up I saw a woman holding a clipboard and writing on it, while also studying me.
"Wh-where am I? What happened?" I asked in a timid voice.
The lady looked at me with sympathy "You're in an ambulance, and as for what happened. Your apartment caught on fire." She shook her head sadly "your parent's didn't make it, honey. I'm so sorry."
The memories flooded back into my head. Images of my mother getting cut and stabbed, Gabe slitting her throat, rushed through my head. Tears formed in my eyes, after remembering the events of the past day. I cried and cried until I faded into the blackness, for the second time that day.
Time skip (4 years)
Still Percy pov
It has been four years since my mother passed away and I was sitting on a bus, with a bunch of kids that were on the bus because they were trouble makers. We were heading, as a class, to a museum full of Greek and Roman artifacts. My foster home decided that I was too much trouble, and sent me to a boarding school for delinquents and troubled teens.
I was sitting next to my roommate and friend, Grover, who at the moment was getting pelted by pieces of a PB&J sandwich, courtesy of Nancy Bobofit. Nancy always picked on Grover, along with a lot of others just because he had some defect in his legs making him walk funny.
I was getting mad at this point, she was just so annoying. I was about to stand up and say something, but I was pulled down by Grover, who said "Percy, you are already on probation, you can't risk getting in trouble again or you will be expelled."
You see, I am a trouble maker, and I am quite good at it, as well. Because of my talents, I am on probation and cannot get in trouble on this field trip or I will be expelled. I sighed and sat back down; disappointed I couldn't get into a fight.
We walked around the museum, listening to my history teacher, Professor Thorn, as he liked to be called. I thought it was self-centered, I mean you're a middle school teacher at school for delinquents, for god's sake.
I was excited when lunch came around, I was extremely hungry. I had been on a growth spurt the last couple of months. At the beginning of the year I was 5'5" and scrawny, now I am 6'1" and pretty muscled, as I have a six-pack in the making.
I was eating my lunch, continually getting pissed, as Nancy continued her routine of throwing food on Grover. She was sitting on the edge of a fountain, pointing and laughing at Grover, when I had enough.
I stood up, pissed as ever, eyes blazing and stared straight at her. She looked into my eyes and became as white as a sheet, like she had seen her worst fear. She scrambled back falling into the fountain in the process. I sat back down and continued my lunch, satisfied.
Five minutes later, professor Thorn walked up, a wet Nancy in tow. "Jackson, why did you push Nancy into the fountain? Come with me, now." He said, not giving me time to explain myself.
Nancy stuck her tongue out at me, while I was walking away. I flipped her off and continued on, smiling triumphantly to myself.
I followed my teacher into a room that had no displays up, or people in the room. He turns towards me "Jackson, where is it?" He nearly yells.
"Where is what? And get your hands off me." I say, pushing his hands off my shoulders.
"You know what, Jackson. Tell me now or I will have to get persuasive." He says darkly.
"Well, I can't really help you with your problem, so I'm just gonna go now." I say, turning away. He puts a hand on my shoulder to stop me from walking away.
"Not so fast." He says turning me around to face him. Behind him I see my Latin teacher, looking frantic, before saying "What the. Percy, take this." He says throwing me a cheap-ass pen. Yeah, that's gonna help, I thought sarcastically. I catch the pen and uncap it, so I can try and stab my psycho teacher with the writing end. The pen was not really a pen as it elongated into a three and a half foot long, bronze sword.
Getting a good look at my crazy teacher, I notice a large, scorpion like tail, flailing around wildly. I ask him, astonished "what the hell are you?" I get no response except a large scorpion tail swinging around almost catching me in the gut, had I not dropped to the ground.
Standing back up and stepping a few feet back, I figure I might as well try to kill him before he kills me. Only the strongest survive and I might as well try, so I charged the beast and took a slash with the sword only for the monster to block it with its tail. I slashed a few more times ending up with the same result. The monster began to push back with its tail, making me fall backwards, falling into a roll; I stood back up, eyeing the monster warily.
I thought of a plan, not a good one, but still a plan. I ran at the monster and throwing my sword when I was five feet away, I tackled the monster to the ground while it was startled. His tail was pinned under him, unable to move. I began to rain my fists on the monsters face. I beat its face until it was bloody and deformed. The monster was unconscious for the moment, so I picked up my sword and walked back over to him. I twirled the sword in a circular before plunging it into his heart and dragging it down his stomach opening his ribcage.
I was surprised when my ex-teacher started to turn to dust, golden dust. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. The way my day has went, it was as if I was on mushrooms or something. I picked up the pen that now lied in the place of the sword, and walked out to finish my lunch.
I returned the pen to Mr. Brunner, the man who gave it to me. I then walked back to my lunch spot and told Grover of my trippy adventures.
We got back to our dorms around five and I was drop-dead tired. I walked to my room and plopped down onto my bed, letting darkness consume. My day would continue on to become worse as I would then have the worst dreams I have ever had.
My dream started out in a dimly lit cave, the cave got darker the farther in you went. I felt pulled towards the cave for some reason. I was walking deeper into the cave because of the pull I felt. I continued walking until I had to stop because the floor dropped off into a large hole. I heard a dark, ancient voice chuckle before saying "Ah, young hero, it's a pleasure to finally meet you." The voice said in a voice that sounded like nails scraping along a chalkboard.
"Who are you?" I asked the voice coming from the pit. It was strange, but I felt a connection to the cave.
"in due time, hero, but first I want to make an offer. If you join my side in the upcoming war, you can have anything you desire. Even your mother." The voice sounded around the cave.
"M-my mother?" I choked out.
"Yes, anything you desire." the voice said, chuckling darkly again.
"I'll give you two years to make your decision, Cousin." The voice said.
"Wait, what do you mean cousin?" I shouted into the blackness, but the scene was already fading.
Once that dream, or nightmare, whichever you prefer, ended, my vision came back showing me a large room with polished black marble floors, and a large throne in the middle, which seemed to be made out of a red rock, but had black fire swirling around it. I noticed a large figure on the throne, He had pitch black hair like mine, eyes that swirled with black and red fire around the iris, and two white horns protruding from the top of his forehead, each about four inches long.
The large figure spoke "Perseus Jackson, do you know who I am?" the figure asked in a dark, smooth and velvety voice.
"Umm, are you the devil?" I really had no clue, I just took a guess from looking at his horns.
The figure sighed "that is a somewhat accurate answer, I suppose, but I prefer the name Tartarus, the embodiment of hell."
"ookaay, and what do you need from me." I asked the figure, not really taking his words to heart.
"I have things to tell you, starting with your mother. You cannot bring your mother back to life, that's not how death works, I am sorry."
I was about to say something back but he started again "the other thing I must tell you, your father is not really dead, Perseus."
I was shocked to say the least, my mother said he had gotten killed in a plane crash. "Perseus, your father is a god, undying and always living. And no I can't tell you who he is, but what I can do is help prepare you for what is to come." He said, knowing what I was going to ask.
"What is coming? What's going to happen?" I asked rapidly
"In time you will learn, first you will need to learn to control the powers you have gotten from your father, and learning how to fight in the process." Tartarus stated.
In his hand materialized the cheap pen Mr. Brunner had. "This will be your weapon, but I need to adjust it first." Tartarus began to whisper in an ancient voice, making the sword glow darkly, turning it from a bronze sword, to a pitch black sword, with red designs en-carved throughout the sword. When he handed me the sword it felt balanced, unlike before, when it was too light. I looked closely at the sword and saw the red designs were flowing through it like liquid, and it also seemed to suck in the light around it. Overall, it was the most bad-ass things I have ever seen.
Tartarus spoke again "your sword can now change into any weapon you want, all you have to do is think of a weapon and it will change. The weapon can shrink down like it used to, but now it will shrink into a tattoo, and you have to think about summoning it to do so." As he said that, black tribal tattoos with a chain wrapping up my arm appeared on my right forearm. I shrugged, the tattoos looked sweet so I wasn't complaining.
"The first thing you need to do is make your way to camp half-blood, your friend Grover will help you make it there. You will learn the basics at the camp, and once you have done that, I will begin to train you in your dreams." The scene faded out and I woke with a start.
