Okay! This is one of those 'Betrayed then becomes a hero' stories, this time starring Leo. I like Jason and Nico so they are going to be the people that are nice to him. Two of the main characters are mortal and my OCs.

Disclaimer

Skye: Chloe, do the disclaimer.

Chloe: Isabelle, do the disclaimer.

Isabelle: Leo, do the disclaimer.

Leo: Why me?

Chloe: *kisses Leo*

Leo: Skye Phoenix Dove does not own Percy Jackson.

Skye: Sadly.

Isabelle: Enjoy!

—Chapter 1: A Different Person—

Anyone who saw the boy walking through the woods would have had the sense to stay away, not that he would have noticed them.

H-he fell. We tried to save them b-but—

Anyone who saw the boy walking through the woods should have had the sense to stay away. Of course, he wouldn't have noticed them.

You actually opened the fortune cookie? Don't you remember what Nemesis said about the horrible price?

Even if anyone who saw the boy walking through the woods had the sense to stay away, the boy was in his lost in his own world.

A concussion this deep?

It's been four days!

He might not wake up.

THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!

But that certain someone was not exactly the kind of person to leave a vulnerable boy like that wandering around in the woods. Not a chance.

You should have known. You should have saved him.

If that certain someone had had the sense to stay away from the already broken boy, he might have calmed down enough to return instead of running again.

A jinx. You're just a jinx.

If that certain someone hadn't been a monster, it might have done just that.

Are you TRYING to get us killed?

Of course, if that monster knew exactly who it was dealing with, there would be no chance that it would do that. It would have thought the boy the easiest target ever.

This is your fault. You should have tried.

But he wasn't the same person he had been four days ago. He wasn't the same person at all.

Even he's more helpful than you.

Twin blades sliced through the monster's body disintegrating it even as it was just beginning to sneak up behind the boy.

You're gonna fight with a hammer? Are you that dumb?

Not the same person at all.

He might not wake up. Ever.

THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!

He pinched the bridge of his nose to keep the grief down. The guilt could not be suppressed.

Are you TRYING to get us killed?

What's the use of your skills if you can't use them?

It's not his fault!

That tiny, delicate voice that barely ever entered his mind.

Stop blaming him.

We're not miracle workers.

Stop it.

It's not his fault!

The boy allowed those few, wonderful sounds enter his mind. Just a little bit.

He's just playing his strength.

We're just kids.

It's not his fault!

That voice. The one that barely spoke to him, except to call for breakfast or dinner. The one that never spoke about him like the others did.

Don't say that.

It's not his fault!

Still, it was hard to feel his voice as well as all the other memories. They were forbidden. Pleasures he didn't deserve to have.

Even he's more helpful than you.

The smile stopped tugging at his lips.

It was true. The boy was no help anymore. It came to the point where he needed to be replaced.

Even he's more helpful than you.

THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!

A roar. A different monster he couldn't fight. He couldn't hear it.

THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!

A different person. He could kill the monster within a minute.

THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!

He didn't need to run. He didn't have anywhere to run to.

THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!

A different person.

THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!

A different person.

THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!

He ran.

Again. Like he did four days ago. Like he did a year ago. Like he did seventeen months ago. Like he did ten times and counting.

Maybe one day he would stop running.

One day. As a different person.

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