Welcome to my next story. Hope you enjoy this prologue.

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SharkAttack719

Prologue

A shadowy figure was up on Half-Blood Hill. He seemed to be looking around for anybody that could see him. The figure was alert, the cloak he was wearing constantly moving. The figure walked up to the largest pine tree that stood tall and proud on top of the hill.

Lightning flashed in the sky, the atmosphere rumbling like it was angry.

Flashes of light streaked across the valley behind the figure. If one were a special type of person called a demigod, he or she would be able to see that there was, in fact, a camp in the valley. Around the magical camp was nothing, farmhouses and dirt stretching for miles around. However, right in that valley, tucked into the bottom, was a camp for those special people called demigods.

Most lights were off except for the constant light of the large farmhouse that sat a quarter mile into the valley from the hill. There was an armory, a forge, camp cabins and a canoe lake. It was the perfect place for those who were half-god, half-mortal.

The figure sneered as he looked upon the camp, feeling all of the hatred he felt toward the gods appear throughout his body. His empty left fist curled into one of abhorrence. The figure disliked the gods as he felt that he and his mother, who was a minor god, never got enough respect in the Greek world. He felt that the minor gods should get more respect, maybe not to the equal of the Olympians, but enough to be recognized as gods.

That was one of the reasons why he had joined the Titans. They were cruel beings who wanted to take control of the world once again after their children, the gods, had overthrown them from Mount Othrys. Their leader, Kronos, wanted revenge and the figure would do anything to help gained respect for himself and his mother.

Kronos promised a better future where everyone would be treated an equal. Kronos promised to save Western Civilization, only destroying Olympus to dust. Othrys would rise again the a new Golden Age would start, beginning the best era in the history of the universe.

The figure nodded, knowing his mission. He was to distract that camp. Kronos was nowhere near patient, but he knew exactly what he wanted to do. He was going to wait. He was going to make the half-bloods think they were safe, but lure the children of the Big Three out of the safety of camp. He would then capture them and use them to rise from the depths of Tartarus and once again become King of Othrys. If that didn't work, Kronos had a backup plan. He and the figure both knew a way to strike at camp...to pierce its heart.

The figure brought out a small tube and a vial. Inside the vial was a dark liquid that looked somewhat like tar. It was as deadly as it looked. It was a special poison from Tartarus that only one thing in the entire world could heal. And Kronos intended to show the demigods how to find it.

Kronos whispered in the figure's head, Now! Strike now and leave. Camp will slowly deteriorate before plummeting to a monster's lunch. The son of Poseidon will be warned. He will bring the daughter of Zeus. Make sure to get the spy to think of a quest to go to get the Golden Fleece. Now!

The figure stabbed his knife into the tree and poured some of the poison into the small tube that would be inserted into the tree. He dug a few small holes all around the tree and poured some of the poison into each of the holes. The figure smiled when he felt the condition of the tree begin to deteriorate.

"Revenge will be mine," he swore. "I will bring balance to the world and earn some respect from it. I will kill you one day, Percy Jackson."

Then a portal opened up next to Ethan Nakamura and he stepped in.

Hey everyone,

This is my next story, Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Golden Fleece. I hope you enjoyed this prologue as there is more to come. Polls will be going up soon for this story.

With best regards,
SharkAttack719