Revolution
By: Gmandy
I got this idea from the fanfiction called The Arena by belated eloquence. Go read it, it's good. Here's the link: s/8189070/1/The-Arena
This is my new fanfiction story. Please read it and review.
Summary: Throughout his entire life, Percy has been raised to kill without mercy as a gladiator. But now, with his recent nightmares and dreams, he starts to think that there is more to him than meets the eye, starts to doubt his leaders. When he meets a certain grey-eyed girl, his life starts to change forever.
Prologue
The boiling sun ripped through the ozone layer, with its sunrays hitting the chaotic city. Its people were in brouhaha. Soldiers overran homes, markets, and city councils killing babies, teenagers, and adults. Scorching flames burned through the homes of nobles and poor.
The cities' citizens ran away trying to flee to another country. Warriors slit the babies' throats as they carried on their tasks.
A commander yelled. "Take the infants and women as slaves, if they fight back, kill them!"
Uproar arose through the soldiers' voices. "YEAAHHH!" They yelled.
A woman and her five year old child ran to the woods without looking back at their fallen city. Their faces dripped with sorrow and sweat.
"We need to run faster, Perseus!" The woman said.
"Yes, mother." The child replied.
Footsteps echoed through the forest. "There they are!"
"We need to catch them!"
Hearing the soldiers, the woman made a stop. She said to her child with sadness. "Perseus, you go! Flee! Don't let them catch you!"
"No, mom! I won't leave you!"
"You need to go Perseus!"
The soldiers appeared out of nowhere. A man stepped in front of them. "It's too late to run now, Sally!"
"Kronos, what you have done to your child is disgraceful! You should be ashamed of yourself." She said.
"Do you really think I care? He rebelled against me!" Kronos yelled.
"He's still your son!" Sally screamed while holding onto to her son.
"He got what he deserved! Now, if you don't give up my grandson willingly, I will be obligated to take him by force!"
She whispered to her son what she was she was about to do. He got the message even though his five years old and about to cry. He backed out giving them space to fight. "I'd like to see you try!" She said taking out her husband's sword, Anaklumos or Riptide for short, he had given her when he went to fight. She got ready.
"So, this is your decision," she nodded. "I would have preferred not to fight a woman, but you are a special case," he turned to his lieutenant and said, "Give me my sword and shield." The man ran to Kronos' horse and took out his armament. He gave the sword and shield to Kronos.
They both got ready to fight. Running towards each other, their swords clashed.