Author's Note: First off, this is my first fanfic, so please don't be too critical. However feel free to flame me as long a crticisizem is constructive, as i wish to improve as a writer. The first chapter is pretty slow, but keep in mind i intend for this to be a long story, and i want to develop the characters. This story is taking place 4 years after TLO, so percy n pals are 20. The Main Character, troy is 14, so there is an age gap here. While Innnuendoes will be made in later chapters, no lemons.

DISCLAIMER: I (sadly) DO NOT OWN PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS, NOR DO I OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS EXCEPT FOR TROY, AND LISA AND ESSAU, BOTH OF WHOM YOU WILL MEET IN LATER CHAPTERS

"ALLAHU AKBAR!"

BAM!

"DAMN IT! EVERY! FREAKING! TIME!"

The boy threw the controller on the ground, and walked away furious at the game. Every day, his friends from school invited him to an XBOX Live party. And every day, some other guy who no one knew joined the party and suicide bombed the crap out of them. It was starting to get on his nerves. He turned off the console, and walked to the bathroom. He looked up into the mirror, for the first time that day.

His brown hair was shaggy, and of medium length, falling just beyond hi ears, his bangs almost but not quite obscuring his eyes. His eyes. He had been told time and again that his eyes were the most striking thing about him. Guys always called him a freak, yet girls always remarked how easy it was to get lost in them. They were a sea of color, changing from greens to blues to pinks all at once. Doctors could never explain it, and he never had any vision problems, in fact his vision was 10-20. The only problem was whenever he had to state his eye color, the only thing that came to mind was Aura.

"Something the matter Troy? You sound upset."

God how he hated that name. His mother, whoever she was gave it to him when he was born. His foster parents always told him he was named for the city in Greek myths, but that only made it worse. He dreaded the day he would have to earn about that story in history.

"Fine mom, nothing to worry about. Just playing with some Assholes is all."

"Troy! How many times have I talked to you about language! You watch your mouth."
He hated them. His parents, neither of whom he knew had given him up from birth, and he had gotten stuck with these two. Larissa, and Carlos, who was never home anyway, were the worst foster parents a child could have. All that he knew was that his father was a very decorated soldier, who had won the Silver Star when he was in the army. His father's supposed renown only bolstered the hatred he felt towards him. He knew nothing about his mother, except that she was supposed to be very important. He sighed, and grabbed his hoodie.

"I'm going out mom. See you whenever."

"Be home before midnight sweetie!"

Troy sighed to himself, knowing she wouldn't care if he got home at four in the morning, as long as he was here within the next three days so they couldn't report him missing and therefore have to go through all the police stuff that comes with it. He walked out of his apartment into the busy streets of Harlem. Not an easy place to grow up, especially when you're a white kid who doesn't even try to be black.

He hailed a cab, and went to central park. When he was young, he had found a cave hidden under a couple of rocks. The way the cracks of sunlight shone through the roof, you'd think it was day down there. It was the only secluded place he could ever go to, when he needed to think, study, or just get some R&R.

When he had reached his spot, he was surprised to find two people there already. One was a boy and looked to be about 17 or so, and the other, a girl, looked a few years his junior. They were talking, and he was clutching he hands as she sobbed.

"Don't worry Juniper, this is the last one I swear. After this I'll be back at camp for long time. We'll be together and you won't have to worry about me anymore.

"I know-SOB-but could you please promise me that you'll find him as quickly as you can?"

"Juni, Ill try but he's supposed to be very important, maybe even as important as Percy. I don't think I'll even be allowed back into camp without this kid slung over my shoulder anyway. Chiron was really concerned that he is brought back alive and swiftly."

"Well what do you even know about this kid anyway? How will you find him? At least with Percy you had a school but this kid's not enrolled anywhere."

"I'll find a way. I at least have a name." he said with a nervous shrug.

"Well tell me so I can be on the lookout for him?"

"Of course Juni," He started. "His name's Troy Allen."

I shuddered at this. Me. They were looking for me. The little voice in the back of my head was telling me "Calm down, they could be looking for another Troy Allen in New York City who isn't enrolled in an school and hangs out in Central Park. Yeah totally. Everything's fi-HEY, WAIT A MINUTE! THAT HAS TO BE THE DUMBEST THING I'VE EVER HEARD! I-crap I'm doing that thing again, with the inner monologue. I need to stop watching Scrubs. These people said I was important though, and I didn't want this guy to get hurt, also it didn't really sound like they wanted to hurt me. Even if they did, it's not like I would let them. Though I hated my father, he had apparently left thousands of dollars for me to get self defense training throughout my child-hood. He had always told my foster parents that I might need it someday, and if they didn't go his way he'd see them deported. After spending 12 out of 14 years of my life learning, I was now a black-belt in karate, jujitsu, tae-kwan-doe and kick boxing. Needless to say, I was more than capable of defending my-self. I decided to reveal myself to the couple, to find out what it was they wanted with me, and maybe why my dad had me learning martial arts.

"You said you're looking for Troy Allen?"

"Who are you, and why were you listening to us!?" the girl shouted with an uncharacteristic fury. "And how can you see me?"

"Well I'm Troy Allen, so I guess if you're looking for me I have a right to know." I joked nervously.

While I was having my banter with the girl I failed to notice the guy pulling out a flute of some kind. He started to play a melody that sounded something like a cross between "Polly," and "Just Dance," and all of a sudden, I felt all the fight leaving my body. I sighed a deep dreamy sigh and then realized that more of the fight was leaving than I could handle. I was starting to struggle to keep my eyes open, and I realized it was the flute. I made one desperate lunge for it before collapsing into darkness.

Well, there it is. My first FanFic Chapter. I have a vacation next week, so expect and update or two (Or seven ;D). Please, read and review, the more i get, the more encouraged i am to continue writing. Thank You for the support,

POLL: I still haven't decided who Troy's godly parent will be. I already know he has a godly GRANDPARENT on his father's side (For those who didn't catch on to the military theme, it's Ares) and i would like his mother to be someone powerful. Place your votes in reviews, the choices are as follows:

Gaia, Mother Earth, (a personal preference, as it creates a new plot element, how will other demi gods react to this kid who's parent is not an Olmpian

Rhea, Titaness (again, same deal, powerful, also she stayed out of the wars an did not he Kronos. plus this would make him zeus' brother, sibling rivalry anyone?)

Athena, Goddess of Wisdom (You should know the drill on this one by now)

Iris Goddess of Rainbows (all this would really do is explain the eyes...)