Chapter 1 – Prologue

A sharp knife suddenly embedded itself in the wall a bit too close to my face for comfort. A slight pain on that particular side of my face alerted me that the knife had managed to cut my skin ever so slightly, allowing a small trickle of blood, which was slowly turning into a stream of blood, to run down my face, merging with the tears that were already there.

My name is Percy Jackson and I am currently eight years old. I have jet black hair that seemed to have a mind of its own, sometimes being long or sometimes being short and sea-green eyes. I usually read a lot so I usually have a good vocabulary for someone my age but due to this, I am seen as weird by others and get pushed away by others making me not have any friends.

Now you must be asking why I am currently in a situation where I have knives being tossed as me or why I'm ever crying in the first place, but I am sure that just me hoping someone actually cares to question it in their minds. Never having people, or at least, never remembering having people care about you does that to one's psyche so I have my reasons.

Back to the gruesomeness, my stepdad is a tall, well tall for me, man with dark, cocoa brown skin showing that he is of African descent with a ball head. With a sharp nose, dark brown eyes and a cold countenance, he always gives the impression of someone who is strict and has a harsh but direct way of living, which means his strictness will always be painfully reminded to me in the form of flogging for ever mistake I made from the moment I turned three.

He is friendly with other people and their children, smiling and playing with them, but when it comes to me, the smile he has disappears and a constant dark look appears on his face. Needless to say, it was ingrained in me from instinct to avoid him as much as possible.

Mom is usually home to take care of things and be the mediator between me and my stepfather but today she had a call out in work and had to leave me home with him. Needless to say, I cried for fear of bodily harm, and now I am being punished for it. In my defense, I have been beaten by him before reasons similar to this but because I didn't want to tell him why I was crying. I even had a broken arm at one point.

Currently, I have a busted lip and belt marks seared across my back from his previous punishments earlier today and am now pressed against the wall with him throwing knives at me to 'Increase my courage' or so he says. I am scared, I never want to go through this again but life seems to hate me as much as my stepdad seems to hate me in his own sadistic way.

"Now Percy, you are eight years, you shouldn't be crying anymore. You are supposed to be a big enough to handle not having your mommy home," he said in a tone that chilled me to the core. I said nothing but glared at him; literally feel the defiance dancing in my eyes. It was all I could do as my voice always seemed to fail me around him.

Seeing my defiant eyes, he scowled for some understood reason and tossed another knife at me. This time, the knife was headed for my face and I froze up in fear that if it hit me, I would die, or I would be in pain and I have a fear of pain.

I closed my eyes and braced for the pain.

Please don't hit me! I screamed in my head hoping that if there is a God in Heaven, he would answer my prayers and the knife and this horrible life would suddenly disappear.

THUD

I heard the sound of the knife striking something but feel no pain.

If anything, I felt better than eyes. The cut on my cheek and pains on my back even stopped stinging.

I reluctantly opened my eyes.

What I saw had me gaping in shock and disbelief.

The knives, my stepdad, the house, everything had been blown back as if a storm had blown through and tossed everything asunder.

Except me.

As I was looking around the carnage and house wreck, I heard something slicing through the air as if the very object was disrupting the way the very air existed. Not understanding what was going on, I spun in the direction of the disruption, curiosity adorning my face.

A flash caught my eye and everything seemed to slow down for me.

I could see the knife cutting through the air, I could feel how the knife disturbed the very atmosphere in the wrecked house and I could hear the knife slicing the wind in this state yet I could not move aside, transfixed at the sudden development of my senses.

The knife pierced me, yet I felt no pain. I felt free. I realized everything was getting fuzzy like how things appeared underwater when looking without protective eye wear on. Then the world shimmered like water in sunlight and I found myself in a forest.

And then I passed out from the sudden exhaustion.

This isn't really my first attempt at a story but it's been a good few years since I have been on fanfiction. I rather just read. So yeah, I hope you all enjoy this and most things I have hair are correct. This Percy is a different Percy so hopefully you can give him a chance.

I also changed Gabe. I have my reason for doing this but Sally will remain the same so no worries there. Well… as close as I could get her to the original at least.

Demigods still have ADHD and Dyslexia, but as I said, he's different. Either way everyone, till whenever.