Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or HoO
A little boy about 12 tears old was sitting in a meadow with the breeze blowing through his messy blonde hair. He had gold eyes full of wonder. My name… Max Adams son of Kronos. But no ordinary son of the titan lord. I was a demigod.
This was the golden age. No swords. No bows. No weapons. Life was perfect. Although my father keep eating my siblings when they were born. But not me (I am the second oldest, Hestia was older). I would never try to overpower my father. But I cannot tell about my siblings. They were gods, and I am a demigod whose mother was killed in an earthquake.
"Nothing could ruin the golden age," I thought. But I would miss my siblings and might never see them. I decided to teleport back to the throne room to see Kronos. Only too see Rhea holding a baby in her hands.
"Max please help." Rhea pleaded "Here take Zeus and take him to the orphanage in the village" I stood by in shock from what the Queen of Titans just said.
"Ummm… ok" I said taking baby Zeus in his arms. He just glared at me with his electric blue eyes.
"Hurry" Rhea whispered at me. I teleported to the village and placed Zeus on the door step of the rundown orphanage.
Then I ran away.
A/N: Hey guys, pyro here and this is my second story. If you have not read my first one it called Bunker 9. Also read The Forgotten Daughter by Mahoney16. Any way… read & review