The Omitted Child
A/N: This book is based on sequel to the Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and also will lead up to the Lost Hero. So this is a book that will contain the same characters, setting, and history.
How should I begin this story...? Oh yeah, my name is Bruce. Everything you're about to read is all real. Trust me this was not easy for me. I basically went through heck through this whole book if you think about my side of the story. Well let me just begin... It starts when I woke up. I looked up at this building next to me that said 'The Lotus Casino'. All my memory was wiped away. I couldn't even remember my own name. Then out of no where a teenager came up to me. "Are you okay," he asked. First of all, no. Second, I don't even know who you are. And third, where was I exactly? But all I could do was shake my head. "Um, you might want to come with me quick. There is something after me, and now that I found you, it will come for us." Wait, what? This guy must be going psycho. I mean, just a random, nerdy looking guy comes up to me and says, 'Come with me if you want to live'. Who is he, Arnold Schwarzenegger? But before I could respond he grabbed my arm and pulled me up. "We have to get out of here! We must go to an airport. I'll pull over a Taxi and we'll get moving." Okay, what was a taxi? Oh, and an airport? (Okay, you have to remember, I lost my memory, so don't be laughing and saying that I'm a retard 'cause you're the retard. I told you at the beginning. "I lost my memory").Then the kid went out to a paved cemented thing and started to wave his hand. This yellow object then pulled over. It had a door on it. (Okay, sorry, I have a little bit of memory, like common things like a door for an example). "Come here," he yelled. Don't ask why, but it felt it was the best thing to do. So I walked to him and stepped inside like he did. Then I remembered how to speak. "Um... Who are you exactly," I asked patiently. "Oh, I'm sorry! My name is Garry," He responded. His name was Garry, and he wanted me to go with him for some unexplained reason, which I found just weird. "Ugh, where are we going," I asked. "Oh, we're going to Camp-Half Blood." Oh some camp, that's just great. I hate camp. And what kind of name is Half-Blood? Now I'm regretting ever stepping into this, what ever it was called. But, I got the urge to ask him. "Who are we running from?" His face turned dark and he got even creepier. "Polymorphous... He is a Cyclops that is tracking me for days and now that I found you we can now go home." Okay I couldn't help I just started to bust up laughing. A Cyclops named Polymorphous. Okay for one there is no such thing as a Cyclops. That was so like a thousand years ago. Then when I looked up at his face, it was this dark creepy face again but angry. Well this is when the story gets interesting. I look out the window and saw a gigantic fist plow into the object where we were in. And I blacked out...