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DISCLAIMER: That link is the original! I just wanted to continue it since I was left at the hands of a cliffhanger!

Prologue

The boy walked back and forth, nervously glancing at the entrance at times. Around him was a dark room, dimly lit by only the few burning candles placed near where he was standing. He closed his eyes, cursing the stupid soldier he had sent, regretting his choice almost immediately.

That idiot must've died, he thought, groaning.

He walked back towards the wooden chair behind him and sat down, grabbing the notebook and a pen from the desk next to him. He dusted its cover, which was filled with cobwebs and dust, promising to fire whoever was responsible for the hygiene. He drew lines, which soon formed the map of the place that he used to call home.

Camp Half-Blood.

He chuckled lightly, then started writing down plans below it, in case the soldier he sent failed to kidnap the girl he was after. He was busy drawing lines on the drawing of his, marking the paths of attack, when suddenly the wooden door swung open. Behind it was an exhausted-looking manticore, an unconscious boy slung over his back. The boy's mouth was half-open, his face filled with bruises and cuts, and his choppy jet black hair swung back and forth as the monster came nearer to his master. The boy's eyes widened in shock, and his expression immediately turned to anger. He stood up, furious at what his soldier had brought him, a slight fear reflecting in his icy blue eyes.

"I told you to bring me the girl!" He yelled, clenching his fist in anger. The manticore purred and bowed in fear, not daring to look at him.

"He jumped in time and saved her, Master Luke."He said in a thick french accent.

"He's too dangerous. I'll kill him myself." The boy, who the manticore had called Luke coldly ordered, "And you, go get the person responsible for the hygiene."

The monster let out a purr and dropped the boy onto the ground, then walked outside with a look of guilt on his face. Luke drew his sword, and fearfully approached the unconscious boy.

"Sorry Percy Jackson, but you have to die." He smiled, slightly shaking. He pointed his sword at the boy and was about to finish him off, then and there, when a loud voice boomed in the room.

"No, don't kill him."

Luke turned his head and immediately his eyes widened at the sight of the owner of the voice. The 6 metres tall figure groaned, flexing his muscles, and walked towards Luke.

"G-General." Luke bowed.

"You should have carried the weight of the sky when I told you to." The General growled. "Luckily they were fast to find that Artemis girl. Huh, she was too easy to be fooled."

Luke trembled. "M-my apologies, sir. I understand that you couldn't fight the batt-"

"Enough with all that big talk." He groaned, stretching his arms.

"I-I understand, sir. So how can this… Boy be of use?" Luke said, sheathing his sword. The General chuckled.

"Don't you see, Luke?" He grinned, "this boy is much more powerful than you are as the son of Poseidon. He is more deserving of the place to be Lord Kronos' vessel. I should have known from the start."

Luke's eyes widened with rage. "What are you trying to say?"

"You, Luke, aren't going to be Kronos' vessel. He is." He said, pointing at Percy.

"I served Lord Kronos for years! I deserve to be his vessel!" Luke yelled, furious.

"Silence!" The General yelled back. "Don't you dare fight me! And if you try to go back to those idiots at your stupid camp, we will hunt you down."

Luke gritted his teeth and stormed out of the room, enraged, as the General closely examined the unconscious boy on the ground.

"And you, Percy Jackson," He chuckled, "Will be of so much use."

The next chapter will be tomorrow so stay tuned!