"Come on hurry."
"Oi! You kids stop!"
Legs pumping, heart racing, lungs screaming.
We climbed the ancient steps with everything live to the entire world, to every world.
"Nearly there Percy wake up please." A soft whisper came from behind me.
The warm moist air filled my lungs as the scent of power overwhelmed me, I couldn't help but wonder at who had once been here in these halls.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
My name is Harry Potter and this is the story of how I ran away, but before all that we meet a very sick boy with an obsession with video cameras.
"Leukaemia, a very dangerous version of it, I'm sorry to say that it is highly unlikely that he'll make it past 16."
"There you have it people, I'm 12 years old and that is my future" A thin and pale boy spoke to the camera, "now as all children do I got accepted by the make a wish foundation, and instead of wishing for something cliché like Disney land, I wished for a bran new state of the art video camera, just for you."
"My name's Percy Jackson and this is me signing out."
He ended the video with a small thumbs up before sighing and looking out the window.
The sun shined brightly through the tall skyscrapers of New York city as the traffic screamed down the street, the smell of pollution and BO wafted from the scene below, so much life but so little of it too.
"HALF-WAY THERE!"
"Hello?"
"Hot-stuff, 10 o'clock" was the only response before his best friend hung up, causing the ill boy to smile soft at the ground, before jumping down the fire escape.
Millennium Hilton stood tall the sun reflecting off the dark blue glass walls. The boy looked around for his small Latino friend, while taking in the angry noise of New York.
"Perc over here!" Leo called from his hiding spot.