Hi. I'm a boy. A lot of the people on this website are fangirls, but I think that you don't have to be female to write. I mean, Rick Riordan isn't, right?

I'm English, so some words may be different to American words. For instance, the couch in my apartment for me would be the sofa in my flat.

This is the first chapter, and my first fanfiction. It's only a small chapter, but please tell me what you think and give suggestions for improvements.

This has been changed since being created. It was present tense, and first person, but then I decided to make my story first person instead.

Chapter 1 – Nathan is a little confused

NATHAN POV

Nathan wandered into the kitchen. It was damp, wet, and cold. The window was smashed, with dirty glass pieces all over the tiled floor. The darkness was horrible. He flicked on my torch. A rat scampered away into the darkness. His torch was picking up lots of spider webs and dust drifted through the light. The dishwasher was partially open. He pulled down its door, and an overwhelming stench confronted him. He staggered backwards. Trying his hardest not to be sick, he peered into the old, unwashed dishes. Mould grew on the remnants of curry, long forgotten.

The door slammed behind him. He turned around, only to be confronted by a giant of a man, dressed in a dirty tunic. The man's red eyes were filled with hatred. He spoke – but the noise coming out his mouth was not that of a man. It sounded hoarse, brittle – like a malevolent reptile. He blinked, and for a moment his eyes were pure gold. Light shined from them, as he spoke five words.

"You will die, Nathan Clarke!"

Nathan ran to the opposite end of the room, but, somehow, the man was there as well.

The giant man chuckled. His laugh was like the screech of chalk on a chalkboard, or the sound of running your hand down a metal banister. It made Nathans skin stand on end, and made him shiver uncontrollably.

"You cannot beat me!" the giant rasped. He lifted his arm up, and invisible ropes shot out and bound Nathan. He couldn't see them, but he could certainly feel them, and resistance seemed to be useless. The more he pulled, the tougher the rope got. It's like… he thought, but he couldn't quite place the name. He did know that it could help him, though. Hopefully it would. Or else he was dead.

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He could remember back when this all began. He had just got home from school, and was slumped on the sofa. He was drenched; it was pouring cats and dogs in buckets out there.

Nathan didn't know what happened, but moments after he had had that thought; there were thumps outside the house. He glanced out the window, and he was surprised when orange plastic buckets hit the ground, with both a cat and dog in each. He had a sharp pain in his gut, and the storm increased its velocity. Soon, Nathan would be buried under orange buckets. He thought of his funeral. Nathan Clarke, age 13, tragically died in a storm of orange buckets with the… seriously? Was that Hello Kitty on the side of the bucket?

He shook his head. This had to stop. He was shrieking now; the pain in his gut was unbearable, like being punched by a mountain. This is killing me he thought. Stop, stop…

"STOP!" He yelled it out loud, and the whole storm subsided. The pain was gone a suddenly as it had started. The sun was shining outside. And then the weirdest thing happened.

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"This pains you, doesn't it? Ah, pooh, little boy, does mummy need to change your nappy? Are you too scared?" The giant said in a not-so-sympathetic tone. "I can hurt you more. I can kill you by the flick of my finger."

"Yeah, it hurts," He agreed. "But it's not as bad as being hit in the stomach by a mountain, and believe me, I know how that feels." He strained a little more.

"Silly!" he said. "Resistance is useless!"

Resistance is useless... The more I pull, the tougher the rope gets… I can't quite place the name…

"Chinese handcuffs!" Nathan said, defiantly. Then he realised that he spoke out loud.

"What did you say?" the giant thundered. Luckily, he didn't hear him.

"Me? Oh, um… I asked a question. Why are you keeping me tied up?"

"I am keeping you here. You will stay, and not attempt to escape. Reinforcements will come soon, and with them, we will take you to Gaia. Your blood will water the stones of the wolf house. There, you will be slaughtered and your sacrifice will only speed Porphyrion's growth." He replied. Nathan understood barely any of it.

"Who's Porky Ryan?" he asked.

"Enough questions" the giant snapped. "Reinforcements will arrive in 12 minutes.

12 minutes didn't seem very long to relax enough to escape. But Nathan had to calm down. For a demigod, that's especially hard.

I hope you enjoyed it - I don't have a 'one a week' policy, I just write when I feel like it. please R+R.