Disclaimer: Rick Riordan owns Percy Jackson
Prologue
Drip Drip Drip The rain continued, as always. Even in the caves it rained. The sky darkened as lightening flashed, illuminating the swirling mass of mud and uprooted trees as it roared passed the mouth of the cave, but not blocking the entrance. The rain plummeted down again and again, and it splashed through the cave, creating a river where there was none before. And in the midst of it , was a figure dressed in rags, reclining against one of the boulders that formed one of the darkest corners of the cave. There was nothing special about him reall-he could easily have been a begger. Slight scratches and bags under his eyes marred his otherwise pale face, and one of his legs was badly bruised-nothing special. Except that he was entirely dry.
"Think we're at a dead end?" "Nah, you heard the prophecy-this is definitely the right place. Where earth and sky meet the earliest sea and all that" "Yes, but you know I don't believe in Oracles and their stupid prophecies. Anyway, what kind of a son of Poseidon live on the highest mountain on earth? He's mad."
Bickerings. Dissensions. He hadn't heard that for a while. A very long while, actually. He had come all the way up here to avoid all this. His eyes snapped open, revealing a thin, cold ice of green, tired and wary. He did not care. The three trespassers were part of the world that he was no longer part of. The world that made him, the world he despised. "I wish I had an invisibility cap, like hers." he whispered softly. When he thought of her, first time in decades, this time the pain was definitely less. After all, all kinds of pain did, after a few centuries. While he was rambling in his mind, the steps drew closer and closer. And finally the shriek. He closed his eyes. "He's here! He's here! Thank gods!" "Looks like a beggar to me"replied a condescending voice. "Shut up, Fred. Can't you see his clothes? They're dry." "Whatever." There was dull sound of metal hitting flesh. "Zeus, Annabeth, did you have to hit me with your bloody Aegis? It creeps me out every time I-" The boy was cut off, as the third one approached him. Male, by the sound of his feet. The other two seemed to gain their senses, and stared at the man in rags. He could feel it, the destiny being changed and ripped apart and dragging him into the even deeper hellhole. He sat motionless, as the girl spoke hesitantly to him. "Percy...Percy Jackson?"