Hey, this is my first fic. So I figured what better series to start on Percy Jackson and the Olympians. I would appreciate reviews, especially constructive criticism (not 'you suck, go die now') and compliments are always nice. Thanks.

Not sure if this is necessary but, disclaimer: I don't own this series or any unoriginal characters mentioned.

Shall we begin?

Tims POV

I awoke in shackles.

My vision was blurry and my ears were buzzing, so whatever hit me had hit me hard. My stomach rumbled. I was covered in bruises, the sarcastic side of me wanted to compliment this fine establishment, but thats probably what got me the bruises.

I'd only been awake for about 20 seconds now and I could tell you everything there was to know about this room, it was boring...and dark. The only ornament was the light dangling a couple of centimetres above my head. The rest of the room, it was built of large cement bricks and was only about 3 metres wide with a low ceiling. There was mildew and mould everywhere, so it was safe to assume the cleaning lady was really lazy or eaten. The circumstances indicate the latter. I figured I might as well let them know they suck at entertaining guest.

"Hello! I have ADHD here! You can't keep me still forever!" I shouted.

Silence.

"Howdy! I be having ADHD! I sureee' cannot be tamed! I shouted, the attempt failed as badly as the other 20 that followed.

The more badly imitated accents I tried the more I seemed to be ignored, but I just knew that someone was watching. Though being a son to a greek god, something was probably a more accurate guess.

2 hours.

4 hours.

6 hours.

200 accents.

8 hours.

"Kanitchiwa! Watashiwa arimasu ADHD! Anata dekimasan tamochimasu watashi mada einen ni!" I screamed with a raspy, tired voice.

"We don't speak japanese you moron..." said a low tired voice. Apparently this guy had been here the whole time, normally I'd be outraged but I kinda felt sorry for him for putting up with my insincere impersonation of every nation of the country.

"Well, uh, sorry about...ya know, all that..." I said awkwardly, which completely suited the moment. Well, how well would you hold a conversation under 'prisoner of war' conditions.

"Not as sorry as me man, I hit you over the head with a hammer and took you this not so 5 star hotel" said that voice. "Oh, and uh if your self narrating yourself, the names Adam, just so I don't have to called 'voice''"

"Say uh, Adam would you mind letting me know what happened to Shelly and Clovis" I said without the slightest touch of hope, how many guards of prisoners give away details? None.

"The guy and girl with you? Oh, we tried to tail them but you kinda held us up" Adam explained, so apparently we can add that count to one. There was something off about that sentence that disturbed me...Then I clicked.

"We?" I questioned.

Adam sighed, then I heard him stand and walk into the light. He was tall, well muscled, and had a dirty blonde short haircut with a black streak on the side. That is all trivial compared to compelling feature of his clothing, a purple t-shirt.

"The Roman Demigods" we said together, and I knew our mission had not even come close to plan.

There you have it, a prolouge that lets you know absolutely nothing about much. Don't worry, I intend to finish this and by chapter one which I will start and finish in about 30 minutes a clear plot will be developed. Please review, and ciao.