Prologue
A/N I do not own Percy Jackson or any characters mentioned. Ricky Riordan owns the characters, but I own the plot
The sky filled with colors, as the immortals of the world celebrated. The destruction of the previous ruling immortals was reason enough to celebrate, wasn't it?
The new rulers could now party in piece.
One man though, seemed distracted. His eyes flickered around, as if he saw something that wasn't there.
Out of the corner of his eye, the very edge of his vision, he saw a shadow shuffle ever so slightly. His heart seized with fear. One of his colleagues saw him, and asked "hey, is something wrong?" The fearful man said "N-No! O-o-f course not! WH-why would anything be wrong?!" His colleague frowned, but left him to his own devices. The man turned and bolted out of the building
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He ran, ran and ran. He thought he had escaped, when he heard a cruel, cold voice behind him. "Hello, Mr. Harsco" The man, Mr. Harsco, was seized by fear. He turned, lighting quick, and saw a man perched on the wall behind him. Mr. Harsco breathed out the assassin's nickname "fonias". He didn't know the assassin personally, but his named echoed in the criminal underworld like a specter. Black market merchants knew him as death, thieves and muggers knew him as "The finder".
He never failed to miss his mark, and he always left a trail of death and despair behind him. In Mr. Harsco's army, he was known as "fonias".
He was there, with a black coat wrapped around him. If fact, everything about the man seemed to radiate darkness. His mischievous smile contained not happiness, but malice and anger. Mr. Harsco felt his soul being stared at this man, and knew, like all the others, that is life would be snuffed out like a candle.
It wasn't always like this, he remembered. A month ago, he wasn't petrified. He wasn't paranoid. He was happy as happy could be.
Flashback 1 month ago
A composed man sat behind an oaken desk. He reviewed the files with a child's glee. Mr. Harsco looked at the papers in his hand.
Now with the enemy's battle plan before him, he could take over the tyrant rulers. One of his servants entered, with a message from his general.
Mr. Harsco glanced down, and saw the note. His eyes scanned the note, and handed it back. "Thank you that will be all" Mr. Harsco said.
His servant bowed, and walked out. The room felt all of a sudden cold, like someone or something was freezing something.
Mr. Harsco quickly looked around, but no one was there. All of a sudden, a thump near the door. Mr. Harsco's heart seized with terror.
Then, one of his servants came in. "Oh…" he breathed out, only to realize that the man's arms, legs, and head were all suspended with ropes. Mr. Harsco could not even comprehend the amount of pure sickness in the actions of whoever did this.
Then, a maniacal laugh came from behind the body. Mr. Harsco bolted toward the body to find no one behind it. One it's back was the not from the general, stuck to the servant's back. On the back of the note, it said only 2 words, which caused a cold shiver down his spine. He now knew the meaning of fear. "I'm coming".
Flashback 2 weeks ago
He felt nothing now but paranoia. Anything and anyone he saw scared him.
He didn't show it on the outside of course, but inside, he was shaking with fright. More people disappeared in his army. The occasional soldier, captain, or even general. Their bodies where all found in the same way: strings attached to their limbs, like they were puppets. Maybe that's what we all are thought Mr. Harsco.
He couldn't sleep now, with the terror he was experiencing. Then, the last straw. The battle plans were found crammed in the mouth of one of his guards.
The guard was dead, hanging in the same suspended position.
That was when Mr. Harsco finally began to show his nervousness on the outside. He would shake and tremble, while his colleagues looked at him strangely.
Flashback ended
Before Mr. Harsco could even whimper, his mouth was blocked by the man's hand. The assassin put a finger to his lips. "Mr. Harsco, it is such a pleasure to meet you" His voice was smooth, cold, and pitiless.
"I have no chance" Mr. Harsco thought.
The maniacal man continued "You have led me on a long and merry chase, so I would like to reward you. How would you like to have your life spared?"
Mr. Harsco was puzzled. "W-Why would y-you spare me" He choked out. "Because of the entertainment you have provided me" The man said. "On one condition though." Mr. Harsco's heart sank with despair. The man leans in, and says "You betray everyone you left behind. You join my cause, and help me".
Mr. Harsco was about to accept this offer, but realized that for the rest of his remaining life, he would be obeying this madman's orders, and when he outlived his usefulness, he would feel like this again, without a lifeline. He knew that his last hope had left him.
He could only now do one thing: attempt to kill the assassin. Quick as thought, Mr. Harsco pulled out a dagger, and thrust it toward the assassin. The man sighed, and fell down. Mr. Harsco thought "Could I have done it? Could I have killed him?!" He was elated.
But his joy came too soon. A foot came out of nowhere, and flipped Mr. Harsco upside down. Fonias stood over his prey, and pointed a midnight black sword at his throat.
"I thought I could spare you, but I guess I was wrong. I even hoped you would join my cause. Oh well, I can't say I didn't try." Mr. Harsco managed to gurgle his last words, before the Fonias plunged the dark sword in Mr. Harsco's neck.
The man stood up, and gazed at his dead prey. His eyes showed no remorse at all. Instead, there was a dancing fire of glee behind his eyes.
The body slowly surrendered it's essence to the blade, and the sword hummed. Almost like it was alive. He crouched down.
The man smiled without mirth.
He laughed without humor.
He stared with sea-green eyes at the shriveled body.
The eyes that once belonged to a hero, a person who would accomplish such selfless deeds, were now cold, calculating and cruel.
The forgotten champion of Olympus stood up, and walked out of the alley, without a single feeling of remorse in his mind, into a dark, midnight black portal.
A/N Hope You guys liked it. First chapter and story I have ever done. Expect more!
aVeryPissedOffDwarf, saying goodbye, for now.