Prologue-
A young man, about 27, was creeping in a forest, what seemed to be alone. He was tall, with a built athletic figure. The man had brown hair and blue eyes like the ocean. He was holding a short, glimmering blade made out of something not quite like gold, but close. A person could tell just by looking that this man that his sword was more then just a tool to fight with. It was a companion. A companion that was about to be taken away…
As quick as lightning, perhaps summoned by some magical presence, a small group of monsters appeared. They were dogs, but larger then any other dog you have ever seen. They seemed to radiate shadows and darkness. But it appeared that the man was a veteran to fighting these beasts. As they begun circling around him, he readied his sword for the first attack. Two of them leaped forward, eager for the kill. The man swooped his sword in the air like a banner and cut across their faces, instantly turning them into mere dust.
The other mutts were more cautious about their approach. One dog, obviously the alpha male, growled and two other hounds were circling to flank the man. To no effect, however, since the man stabbed at his right, vanquishing another one, and then jumped and sliced at the leader, killing it. He was just about to turn around to face the last one, until he heard a small whimper, and knew the dog had been turned into dust also. "Thanks Annabeth" the man said
He turned around and saw a figure with honey blonde hat hair, holding a knife and a old Yankees hat. She only smiled then put the hat back on, disappearing instantly. The man wore a goofy grin, and then started to walk forwards again. It only took 4 steps however, until a beam of purple light hit him, and instantly froze him in place. His eyes looked frantically at a stream beside him, but whatever he seemed to want to do was to of no effect.
Two figures walked out of the now apparent mist. One was wearing a purple cloak, the rest was not shown. The other was a vaguely humanoid man, with silver armor. Only he had fish scales and fins instead of skin and hair. The cloaked figure first spoke.
"Perceus Jackson, Son of Poseidon. Killer of Kronos, Bearer of Achilles Curse. Its time you must die. But we will not do it slowly. It will be a long, painful, death" The man's eyes widened, and then she continued. " First, I have imbued your sword with your soul, when we met 5 years ago. The longer you are apart, the more weakened you are by it, until you become an empty husk of a body, with no spirit. I have also removed the handy little enchantment allowing Riptide to summon back into you pocket." With a snap, the person dressed in purple made the sword disappear. "Now, you must also go into another hiding place. I hope you remember it." The two figures laughed and then disappeared, along with the man and the purple light.
The man's friend took off her Yankees hat and was wearing a fearful look. She gazed around the forest for a few minutes until a gentle hooting sound from a nearby owl reminded her of the current situation. She blew two fingers to make a sharp whistle, to the effect that a giant horse figure with wings, a pegasus, came galloping down. She lifted herself up and pegasus flew away, making a worried neighing sound.