A small, frail looking boy, covered by a thin blanket, laid on a small bed, sleeping. Small rays of sunshine trailed into the dim room that was bare of any furniture except for the lone book case off the the side. Cobwebs and dust was scattered across the room in a thin layer. As if there was a small alarm clock beside the sleeping boy, right when the clock showed 6:00, his eyes opened. He revealed sea-green eyes that were clouded with sadness. There was a time before, when the sea-green eyes shined with childish innocence. The boy grabbed a pair of glasses nearby and tucked it into his pants pocket. Next, he grabbed the small knife laying beside him in its sheath. The boy held the handle of the knife and pulled it out of its sheath, staring at the shiny metal that reflected the sun's ray. The blade of the metal was the color, silver. Shaking his head, he pushed the blade back in its sheath and tied the sheath to his arm, covered by his sleeve.

A large crash sounded downstairs. The boy cocked his head in confusion, before realization dawned on him. It's just my twin. He knelt down on the ground and fiddled with the latch on the floor before stairs descended down to the floor. He jumped down the steps to the ground and pushed the stairs back up, leaving only a small rope hanging from the ceiling. The boy walked slowly towards the kitchen where another crash sounded. He peeked out from behind the door to see a messy scene. All types of food littered the ground and trailed down the walls.

"Yuck," murmured the disgusted boy. A seemingly nice woman tried fruitlessly to console another boy in front of her, who kept screaming. As she stared the the young toddler in front of her, kindness shown in her eyes. But, when she turned around and saw the calm boy standing in the doorway, hatred flooded out the kindness in her eyes as distaste took its place. The woman went back to her task, pointedly ignoring the boy. The boy in turn ignored the women too. He slowly and carefully stepped out the food on the ground and made his way through to get his own breakfast. He got a slice of bread and butter. He slathered the butter on the slice of bread before eating it. He placed the butter and the remaining slice of bread back to their respective places. Before walking back, he filled a basin with water. The green-eyed boy walked back to his room(the attic), with the basin, leaving the commotion behind him, going through the same procedure of pulling down the staircase, climbing up the stairs, then pulling the stairs back up, latching it to the floor of his room, preventing it from falling to the ground.

The boy set down the heavy basin of water and sat down in front of it. He had known he was a demigod son of Poseidon ever since the first monster attack. The gods had decided and proclaimed his twin the prophecy child because they believed that he defeated the monster. The idiot cyclops tripped over its own foot falling to the ground. Then, he took a long, sharp stick that was laying on the ground and stabbed the Cyclops in the back. After the Cyclops disintegrated into dust, his twin blindly grabbed a stick right when the adults came. That was the time when the adults and gods proclaimed his the prophecy child. They out rightly ignored the fact that he, himself, also clenched the stick in his right hand. No, he thought rather forcefully, he is not my twin.

He stared down the water in front of him, willing the water to create a small wave. After a while of concentrating, he felt a tug in his gut and a small ripple spread over the surface. A small smile graced his face. He is finally able to create the small ripple. He smiled even broader as he realized that even… his… fellow child couldn't do this. The ecstatic boy stared at the water once again, determined to ripple the water... and maybe do even more. A bright flash on the front of his house disrupted his concentration on the water. He frowned, confused before standing up, walking over the the window next to his bed. He peered out the window as the light dimmed, revealing a man with a beard standing in its place. He looked around at the surroundings around the strange man, the people nearby didn't even spare a glance at the man. That has got to be out of the ordinary. The strange man looked around before heading towards his house. The curious boy sped down the stairs, wanting to know more about the strange man.

A boisterous bell sounded throughout the house and the woman who was still trying to get his twin to eat, sped towards the door and threw it open, not caring about her appearance. Shock showed on her face as she answered. The eavesdropping boy strained his ears to try to get the women's answer to the strange man. The only thing he could hear is, "... Poseidon."

A flabbergasted expression painted itself on his face. That's my father.

The man identified as his father stepped through the door and made his way toward the living room where the couches and seats were located. Before continuing on his way toward the living room, he stopped in the kitchen, carefully stepped over the splattered bits of food, and stopped in front of the now happily eating boy.

He exclaimed, "Theseus, my son. The prophecy child!" Any idiot could clearly identify the amount of pride in his words. The boy garbled happily with food in his mouth, before swallowing, "Yes, I am!" he smugly stated, proud of his title.

"Well," Poseidon started as he picked up the eagerly waiting child in front of him, "we need to talk with your mother about some business." He walked into the living room where the women sat silently on the couch, waiting for the god and her child to join her. The silent boy left behind crept forward out of sight, listening to the future conversation.

Poseidon started talking after a moment of silence, "Well, Sally, as you know, he is the prophecy child, my son." The god paused for a moment to look at Sally for her confirmation. Sally nodded. "And, there is also your other son," the god walked on thin ice. A bit hesitantly.

Sally pinched her lips together before tightly responding, "Yes, I am aware I have another, useless, son."

The child sitting on the man's lap nodded furiously, "Yes, useless."

Poseidon unaware of the so called "useless" child listening in on the conversation, continued, "Well, us gods have decided to train young Theseus to become the prophecy child that will save us all. Which leads to a new problem, what will we do with the other child? On Olympus, we have decided to send him away, anywhere. The orphanage or the streets. Anything to send him away from Theseus because he will be in the way of allowing Theseus to reach his full potential. He may start to be jealous of his twin."

Without even batting an eye, Sally jumped on board, "Yes, I agree."

Poseidon was taken aback, letting genuine confusion show on his face, "I thought you would disagree, Sally."

"Why would you think that?"

Poseidon rubbed his hands together, "Well, he is your son."

Sally blatantly ignored that statement and looked up at the ceiling like she was thinking about something, "I suppose we should call him here."

The boy who was silently listening near the doorway decided to show himself, "Call who here?"

The woman looked surprised before chuckling nervously, "Percy, Percy. Why don't you sit here?" She patted the space on the opposite of her and Poseidon. Percy raised an eyebrow, this is the first time she said my name since the monster attack. Percy grudgingly sat down. Percy knew of their following plans to send him away from this household, to somewhere else. So, he planned ahead and decided to run away over night when Sally and Theseus was asleep.

She took a deep breath before talking, "Well, Percy as you know, you brother is the prophecy child. Destined to save the world from the clutches of Kronos. And you are his brother..." she faltered. She shook her head, "You know what Poseidon, it is better if he doesn't know anything."

Poseidon grimly nodded and Percy's vision went black as he slumped down on the couch.

Percy's eyes opened blearily, wind beating relentlessly at his sides. He was about to get up to close the open window when he realized he was in a... box. In a alleyway. He looked around wildly, "Where am I?" he whispered. Fear started to invade his body. No! No! They wouldn't leave me here! He jumped out the box in panic, his eyes scouring the area around him to find that this was an unfamiliar alleyway. He knew he was extremely far away from home, or ex-home. He knew the city of New York like the back of his hand, including alleyways, but he doesn't know this one. He sank to his knees, they really left me. As panic left his body, bitter resentment took its place. "They will pay," growled Percy lowly, under his breath. A child as young as Percy shouldn't have to feel this kind of pain, the pain of neglect and the pain of abandonment.

For comfort, he patted his arm where his knife sat and felt around in his pants pocket for his glasses. His fingers felt the smooth texture of the lens of the glasses, he sighed relieved. Those two possessions were everything to him. Even though they weren't originally his. Originally, it had belonged to his ex-brother. His ex-father gave his ex-brother the glasses, to cancel out the ADHD and dyslexia that constantly plagued demigods all over the world, which enabled him to read many books without the words messing each other up and is able to sit still while reading. Though, it doesn't work if you are not wearing it. His ex-brother had quickly thrown away the glasses given to him by Poseidon, after deeming it no use to him. Percy in turn, took the abandoned glasses and kept it in his possession. It had been of great use Percy as he loved to read, the books taught him everything he knows. And books continued to supply him with endless knowledge as he devoured every book that he was able to get his hands on. Percy was relatively smart for his age, unlike his ex-brother. As for the knife, his ex-father also gave his ex-brother that, but Theseus didn't like it. He preferred the sword over the knife, claiming the sword was for heroes and knives were for girls. As Theseus went parading off to show his mother his new sword, waving it around like it was some plastic toy, Poseidon looked down at the lonely knife in his hand and threw it in Percy's direction, grumbling, "You should be pleased your brother doesn't want this."

Percy reached a shivering arm to where his knife was sitting on his arm and unlatched it so it was tightly gripped in his palm. I guess it is time for a new change in life, living on the streets. Percy silently left the small alleyway with only the clothes on his back, the knife clutched within his grasp, and the small pair of glasses in his pocket, invisible to the rest of the world. He walked away, leaving behind the battered cardboard box sitting against the wall.

In the bustling city of San Francisco of California of the United States of America, large crowds of people pushed their way past each other, not caring for others, only caring for themselves. All different sort and types of people mingled together in that one large city. May it be 'good' people, such as, business men, shop owners, or just innocent shoppers. Or may it be 'bad' people, thieves, murders, abusers. All of these people, but you can't tell who is who, which is which.

A seemingly lonely child walked near the edges of the crowd, but there were some key differences between the usual lonely or abandoned child, this child held-seemingly a boy-himself up with an unnatural confidence and walked with such grace that it seemed like he was gliding. Some of the more physical differences is that he was malnourished from lack of food and he was a lot more shorter than the average child. Only a trained eyes could notice these differences, the average person would be completely oblivious.

The lonely child's eyes looked around cautiously, almost scared but not quite there, as he edged a little closer to the crowd next to him, or more specifically a women dressed in elaborate clothing who was currently texting someone on her very trendy iPhone, paying no mind to the child next to her. His eyes glanced up at the women's face to see if she notices him and held up a small hand, reaching in slowly into her purse and pulled out her wallet, he glanced up one more time but she remained blissfully oblivious, absorbed into her small device. None of the people around the two noticed as he was a bit too short. His small hand clenched tightly around the stolen purse in his hand when he felt a hand in his pocket sliding something out, but before he turned, the thief was running away from him. He knew deep in his heart that it was his glasses that was stolen and dropped the purse on the ground before dashing after the thief that dared steal his glasses.

Meanwhile, the women finally tore her gaze away from the phone when she heard a thump next to her and saw her purse laying on the ground.

She frowned, "I must have dropped it on the ground." She shrugged and bent down to pick up the fallen purse, unaware of the events that had just happened less than five minutes ago.

The boy pushed through the crowd, desperately keeping the thief in his sight. The thief glanced back and by seeing the boy was still on his trail, ran even faster. The boy's feet slammed against the pavement and felt fatigue in his muscles, but he refused to give up. He ran even faster seeing the thief duck into a dim alley away from the crowd. As the boy emerged in the mouth of the alley, the thief was examining the glasses he had stolen from the boy.

The boy heard him mutter, "I really just got glasses? Glasses? Really?"

The boy stepped forward, "I believe the glasses belong to me."

The thief groaned, "I thought I lost you!"

The boy waved sarcastically at himself, "Well, as you can see. You did not lose me."

The thief looked at the glasses then to the boy before waving the glasses threatening in front of the boy's face, "Okay, I'll let you have your glasses back... if you do not report me to the police."

The boy shrugged, "Sure. I wasn't going to report you, but sure."

The thief smirked and threw the glasses towards the boy. The boy fumbled with the glasses and caught it before it fell to the ground, probably shattering the lens.

The thief reclined against the wall, "So, what is your name kid? Good job stealing that purse."

The boy smiled an innocent smile and bowed dramatically and took off his imaginary hat before putting it back on, "I'm Perseus, but don't call me that unless you want to be skewered, so just call me Percy, no last name. And thanks." Even with Percy's childish face-but not that childish anymore-he managed to make his gaze threatening.

"Now," Percy started with a smart ass 'I-know-everything' voice, "I suppose you should return the favor by telling your name."

The thief nodded absentmindedly, "My name is Damien, I suppose since you didn't say your last name, I won't say mine either."

"Fair enough."

A silence enveloped the two of them, and Percy started staring into empty space, but then decided to examine the space around him. It was like the classical alley, light illuminating the mouth of the alley and darkness creeping in from the inside. Not creepy, thought Percy dryly.

Damien was intrigued. The boy in front of him was... least to say interesting. Wanting to know more about the kid he asked, "So, how old are you?"

Percy stared at him unimpressed, "Really? Is that the best conversation starter you could come up with?"

Damien groaned annoyed, "Just answer the question."

The sly boy smirked, "Than you have to tell me how old you are."

You know how adults always get defensive of their age? Well, Percy is using that to his advantage.

The adult thief snarled, "Never."

Percy smiled innocently, "Then I will, quote 'never' tell you my age."

"Fine be that way."

During the conversation, the two has edged a little closer to the light, enough to examine each others faces. Damien looked at the boy, looked from his head to toe. For some reason, his eyes constantly kept glancing back to the boy's face, or more specifically his eyes. Damien looked at the boy's eyes closely, it was dark brown like his own, but there was something special to it. He looked even closer, there was specks of green surrounding the pupils. An idea struck his head and voiced his question.

"You're also an disowned demigod?!"