Percy Jackson and the Rise of Olympus
Prologue: Waiting For The End
Two weeks after Olympus fell, in San Francisco, a blonde haired teen hid behind a dumpster in a dark, quiet alley. Above, the sky swirled, blood-red, casting an eerie shadow onto his young but mature features.
He now sighed, leaning against the wall wearily.
"I'm not going to last." He said aloud to himself, his voice hoarse. He could feel the constant ache in his bones. He had never felt more tired in his life, both mentally and physically. The streets were filled with monsters, his family was dead, he could find no one else around… What was there to live for?
His stomach rumbled, growling for something edible as he hadn't eaten in a few days.
"Shut up." He muttered, punching himself lightly in the stomach. It quietened, but only slightly.
"Are you hungry?" Said a voice shyly. He jerked, snapping his head to the side so fast it almost gave him whiplash.
The little boy who'd been kneeling at his side jumped in shock, looking frightened all of a sudden.
Immediately feeling bad, the blonde held out a hand to the black-haired little boy, not really caring whether he was a monster in disguise or not. In fact, he almost wanted it.
The little hesitantly reached out and grabbed it, and the blonde could feel the rough skin that should have been smoother – way smoother – at his age.
"What's your name?" The little boy asked curiously, green eyes twinkling slightly at the prospect of making a new friend.
The blonde blinked slowly, and forced himself to say something he hadn't said in two weeks.
"Zane. My name is Zane."
The little boy smiled suddenly, creating dimples on his cheeks, and Zane's heart reached out to this boy. Maybe… he could learn to care again. Maybe he could protect this boy, to make up for not caring for his own little brother who'd been torn apart by the Minotaur.
"You're a Half-Blood." The little boy said brightly, and Zane was taken aback. He'd heard of them and the existence of the Olympians and Greek Mythology two days after nearly everyone had disappeared. There was a Resistance, but he hadn't heard anything from them in a while. Well, he hadn't heard from anyone in a while. Either they were dead or in hiding.
"I – what? How would you know?" He asked, bewildered.
"You've stayed alive this far, haven't you?"The child asked, and Zane paused to think about it. He didn't know his mother… but so did a lot of other people.
"I-I suppose…" Zane said hesitantly. "But… what's your name, kid?"
"Me?" The little boy asked innocently, and Zane's gaze softened once more when he noticed those green orbs brighten, as if he hadn't been asked that in a long time, either.
"My name's Perri Jones." He said timidly, "I'm a mortal… but… I can see through that… Mist, was it?" Zane nodded slowly. He knew enough about it all: he'd met a lithe girl, looking around eight or nine, bearing eyes that seemed to look through his soul, once. Before the sky went red, actually. She didn't do anything to prove the existence of the gods or anything – she was just that convincing.
"And… I have dreams." Perri said quietly, and Zane winced. Dreams… yeah, they were common for a Half-Blood, right?
"Dreams about a blond-haired, grey eyed girl… her name's… Annabeth." He continued softly, and Zane frowned. Nope, he'd never heard of that name before, but it seemed familiar. That girl mentioned that name, I'm sure, he thought.
"I need to find her." Perri said, and Zane was surprised by the sudden resolve in the little boy's voice. "I don't know why, but I have to find her."
Zane paused, then made a decision. Standing up, he beckoned to the boy.
"Let's go together, shall we?"
Chapter One: The Resistance
Okay, updating this will provide a challenge... the speed will be highly irregular, since I have no interest in this fandom anymore. But I WILL try and finish this... yeah...
Please review, haha~ And tell me whether I should keep it in third-person, or just switch to first person.