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Prologue Chapter

Percy's POV

Betrayal.

I had been betrayed once before by someone I considered a close friend. Luke Castellan, the demigod son of Hermes who had welcomed me into Cabin 11 and treated me with nothing but generosity. But he had betrayed me as he attempted to take my life before leaving Camp Half-Blood to join the forces of Kronos.

But his betrayal hadn't affected me as much as the most recent one did. Luke's betrayal had shown me that becoming too attached to family and friends can end up stabbing you in the heart later at any unexpected moment. It had made me come to terms with the fact that not everyone can be trusted, no matter how well you supposedly know them. No matter how friendly they seem. No matter how much you love them.

Being betrayed by the majority of my friends and family was a completely different situation though. I could still remember their glares piercing into my soul with such intensity, as if they wanted me to vanish from existence, never to return. The simple fact of knowing that they wanted nothing to do with me began to consume my soul along with my heart. Acid had burned through my system, eating away at the remaining bits and pieces that had somehow kept my body and soul intertwined together. My inner light, my inner happiness, my purpose for living had completely flickered out, leaving me in total darkness within.

The look she had given me made me wish I was never born. I couldn't live with the fact of knowing that my girlfriend hated my guts. She was the person who had captured my heart.

And I wanted it back.

But you only receive one heart when you are brought into this world. She had stolen my only heart and twisted it around in whatever way she pleased until it eventually shattered. And now I was practically heartless.

They had toyed with my emotions, pushing me to the limit until finally reaching the breaking point. I was once again carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders, but this time, it had vanquished me. It had defeated the broken hero who now lay crushed beneath the weight, helpless and weak. I had failed to lift that weight off my shoulders countless of times. The simple reminder of being unloved by those I cared about only seemed to increase the weight of my burden.

I remember how a balloon of air had expanded within my chest, preventing oxygen from reaching my lungs as I struggled to breathe. Every breath was more strenuous than the last as it became more and more difficult to inhale and exhale. My stomach had become queasy, threatening to spill out its contents. The unbearable need to cry and release my pent-up emotions had overwhelmed me. Yet I had somehow managed to fight against the tears that yearned to roll down my cheeks. Fortunately, I had succeeded in holding them in.

I wouldn't give my back-stabbers the satisfaction of knowing that their betrayal had caused me anguish.

At that point, I was convinced that I didn't want to be a part of this world anymore. I had lost the will to live. I couldn't live on Earth knowing that I had failed everyone, including myself.

And then I was left with nothing. A hollow feeling of hopelessness had developed in the pit of my stomach, overwhelming my mind with self-hatred. I had become a hollow shell of my former self and was practically a walking corpse.

I was the aspect of Percy Jackson that had survived the agony of betrayal.

On that dreadful Friday morning, my entire happiness had dispersed with the vicious, hostile wind. They believed that I had killed her and unfairly accused me. They were blinded by their rage to see the truth before their eyes. They should have known that I would never lay a harmful hand on any of my friends or family, especially my beloved cousin. Everyone was aware of my fatal flaw, personal loyalty, and no matter how hard I attempt, I will never be able to betray them. In fact, all of my friends and family had always been loved dearly by me in my heart.

The pain and guilt was destroying me, ripping apart my very existence, and I knew that I had to accept this cruel punishment. However, what pains me the most is that no one defended me or tried to prove Zeus wrong. Especially Apollo, my godly cousin who could detect lies and seek out the truth. I feel so worthless, just another useless demigod that no one wants around.

The cold sensation seeped through my legs and caused me to shiver. I sat upon the cold, stone floor, rethinking my past life, anything that I could have possibly screwed up. What had I done wrong? How did I wrong them to deserve this injustice? As long as I am down here, it probably doesn't even matter anymore. Nothing is important, nothing is valuable, nothing is worth my time anymore. I had learned to accept my fate long ago, after all, everything in my life somehow always found a way to steer down a horrendous path.

The first few months down here had been agonizing, but I had grown accustomed to the dull sensation of pain. After all, the day I was banished down to this vile place was almost a century ago... Every day, the torture would grow worse and worse, but it didn't really bother or affect me as it did the first time. All around me, the only sounds that could be heard were the agonizing cries of the tortured. I didn't know if I would ever escape this treacherous pit, but it was highly unlikely, after all, I am their prisoner. Ever since the deceitful Olympians cast me down into this atrocious pit, Tartarus and Erebus have kept me around as their "play toy". For the past 98 years, I have experienced endless sessions of torture, although my body had become numb after the first year and I didn't really bother to care anymore.

The heartbreaking events of the past always come back to haunt me in my dreams each night. I can never get rid of them. They are a part of me that will never be able to cease existing.

The door of my prison cell creaked open and revealed the ugly face of my captor. Tartarus stood in front of my cell, grinning wickedly as my daily torture session was about to commence.

Tartarus then walked towards me and gripped my arm. He dragged me out of my cell as I groaned in annoyance.

I lay motionless as Tartarus dragged me into a different "room" that was composed of dark black Stygian iron, obsidian rock, and an unknown element. In other words, it was my torture chamber.

Upon arrival, Tartarus released my arm and casually strode across the torture chamber, most likely going to retrieve his special torture equipment from Erebus, the Primordial god of shadows and darkness. I remained motionless on the ground, impatiently waiting to get this boring, painless torture session over with, after all, my entire body is numb and I won't feel anything as usual. However, I did not expect what occurred next.

Tartarus appeared in front of me once again, but I was surprised when I noticed that he was empty-handed.

"Perseus, where's the fun in torturing you if I can't hear your wonderful cries of pain? I have something else in mind for you," Tartarus ominously stated with a malicious smile on his ugly face. Seriously, not even all of the makeup in this world can make this guy handsome. Wait, I'm getting off topic.

"Whatever you plan on doing to me, it won't work Tartarus!" I yelled defiantly.

"Trust me you foolish boy, it has never failed!" Tartarus countered back.

Suddenly, my vision swirled in darkness and my head erupted in pain. Memories and images flooded my mind as they seemed to slip from my grasp. One by one, my memories began to vanish and the events of my betrayal dispersed and were erased from my mind. Thalia's heartbreaking death, Zeus's rage, Poseidon's disownment of me as his son, my unfair punishment all simply... disappeared... NO I CAN'T FORGET!

MY NAME IS PERCY JACKSON! My name is Percy Jackson. My name is Percy... Jackson. My name is... Percy... Jackson. My... name... is... Percy... Jackson. My... name... is... Percy... My name is...

Time Skip

Waking up with a pounding head was definitely not a wonderful experience. The strange thing was that I couldn't seem to remember anything except for two specific facts:

My name is Lysias and I am the champion of Lord Tartarus and Erebus.

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