Sam P.O.V.

Sam looked in his bag to check if he had everything he needed, and realised that something was missing. It was his happiness. He was no longer the same after he found out. He was replaced, hated and completely miserable. The fire that had once burned in his eyes was gone. There was nothing but a hurt gaze left. It no longer felt right here. That´s why he decided to leave. He could take a hint you know.

He looked around one last time at the place where he always felt at home. He knew he would never come back. All because of them. His closest friends. They betrayed him. And for what? Just because he had a brother. His name was … no, I´m not gonna tell you, you´ll find out. He couldn´t really blame his brother, there was no reason why he would do it. It was probably his own fault.

Anyways, he picked up his bag and walked away. He sat down at the feet of a tree. It was a special one. A beautiful, strong pinetree. He had many special memories here, and even if they were painful now, he knew he had not to forget. They were the only thing to keep him going. And not in a good way, he thought bitter.

When a taxi drove up, he got to his feet and stepped in, to go to the gods know where.

3 years later

Sam sat by the campfire. It was 3 years ago since he walked away. In these years he travelled the World, until he finally settled in The Netherlands. He liked it there, it was calm, rainy and nobody knew him or his past. Sure, he needed to learn the language. But that was easy, he spoke a lot of languages nowadays: Japanese, Spanish, French, German, Italian, Chinese, Arabian and Greek and of course Dutch. So yeah, that was no problem. He chose a nice little school in Breda and set up a tent in a beautiful (hidden) spot in the so called ´Mastbos´. No one knew he lived there. Though he lived outside, in the cold and the rain, he was surprisingly happy. He had a lot of friends, and of course there was Sylvie. She was a nice looking girl with ravenblack hair, just like his, but with a few strikes of purple. She was kinda small, with a slim frame. Everybody knew us as ´the perfect couple´. Yeah, I know, she´s my girlfriend. She knows about me. I told her everything, and I mean everything. And, just to make it clear, he was not some depressed guy. He was an cheerful, sometimes hyper, handsome, easygoing guy with ravenblack hair, beautiful seagreen eyes and a perfect tan. He couldn´t stay depressed for the rest of his life now, could he?

He was sitting by the campfire, surrounded by his friends. It was his birthday. He became 15 today. They were camping at his ´house´. He laughed a lot and was having an excellent time. He was perfectly happy.

The next morning after everyone was gone, Sam was left to clean the mess up. Then suddenly he heard a voice speak up: ´So, Percy, it looks like I am the one who finally found you.´ He continued cleaning like nothing had happened. He recognized the voice alright. It was Artemis, Greek goddess of the hunt etc. She came closer and spoke again: ´I know you recognize me Percy. Just stop pretending.´ At that Sam slowly turned around and said: ´I am nót Percy anymore, that´s all in the past now. I´m Sam. And could you please leave, before you ruin my life again?´ At this he turned around and began to start a fire. Artemis saw he wasn´t going to go with her willingly, so she did something she probably was going to regret. He was pretty scary when he was angry. She hit him on the back of his head with her bow. Just before he passed out he saw a familiar girl with electric blue eyes walking towards him. Then everything went black.