Cold.

So very cold.

That was all the young man could think, as he lay in the trash of an ally way.

He had no food, no water, no covering, nothing but the filthy holed clothes on his body and the ragged jacket he stole from some guy a month ago.

Why me?

He thought for the thousandth time, yet again no answer came.

He sighed as he tried to warm himself through the freezing winter nights.

Why did they do this to me?

Again no answer.

He had been like this for 2 years now.

Monsters didn't bother him any more, even they were scared of the broken and twisted look in the man's eyes. Eyes that once were full of life and love, now hold insanity and grief.

None can hold his gaze without backing away from fear.

fear..

The very reason he was exiled from camp.

The reason his father had been banned from seeing him, the reason his once lover turned on him and voted with the rest for exile.

He hated them with his very being.

But he could not stop from loving them.

They had been with him through everything, his first quest the titan war, the giant war, they had even been there for him after Tartarus but it seems they were only there when they needed him. He had become too powerful, his strength surpassed that of his fathers, the strongest Olympian.

They began to fear him.

Slowly, at first, only the ones that hadn't particularly liked him had feared him.

But fear is a virus.

Soon one by one everyone began to treat him the same.

They avoided him.

They thought he would blow up and kill them.

They began to exclude him from everything.

He no longer helped with sword training.

He was alone when his parents moved to Asia for jobs as writers.

No one was there for him.

Thalia and Nico were the first ones that the gods had prohibited from seeing him.

Then when he got mad that one time, just once, the camp exiled him.

Even Chiron said he was too dangerous to have around the young ones.

That was the day he died.

Slowly and painfully.

He died in the agonizing loneliness caused by power he never wanted.

As he mourned about his past, he had not noticed the group of people walking towards him on both sides of the ally.

But he's a trained war hero, they did not go unnoticed very long.

Almost instantly he felt their presence around him, he jumped up, ready for a fight.

But as he looked at his attackers one thing crossed his mind.

Shit, they found me.

Suddenly he felt a sharp pain on the back of his head and the world went black.

Mystery POV

"My lady we have him, now what should we do with him?" said the second in command of the group.

"Bring him back to our camp, we will decide what to do than."

"As you wish my lady."

The leader of the group looked at the frail body of the starved and beaten man before her.

"Percy what happened to you?"

But in her mind she already knew the answer.

We happened

A/N

So yet again lol same as the last one. I just posted with the same excuse as last time I don't wanna write it again I've given up on sleep so I'm going to just continue writing whatever pops into my head :3

Just wanted to let you guys know that I got a beta reader, their username is AfterhardshipComesEase