Hi guys, I'm back after...what? A year? Maybe? I dunno, but I picked up on the writing within the last month or two and couldn't put anything here. Mostly for two reasons, and the reasons being school, with finals and all. The other reason is that the other stories I came up with are all original ideas and I felt like they didn't really fit here. Also, if you look on my profile, you'll notice that I've also deleted the rest of my stories as I've lost muse for them all. I figured I might as well start new if that was the case and the first thing I come out with upon my return is a Naruto/Percy Jackson crossover, based on an idea I've had for the longest time.

A note you guys should probably make is that this will be written in my Naruto oc's pov, and she is Sasuke's younger twin sister.

I just want to apologize for my...hiatus I guess.

Anyways, here's the prologue, it's shorter than I'd like for it to be but it's better than nothing.

I do not own Naruto or PJO, any canon characters or plots. Just Naomi Uchiha and any non canon characters and plots made by myself.

The last thing I remember was watching Naruto fight Pain. Bodies littered the battleground behind us, in what used to be the Hidden Leaf Village. I remembered the sudden shock wave that came after their last exchanged blow, how it instantly swept me off my feet, throwing me several feet backwards. The collision with the ground sent waves of pain up and down my spine.

It made me wonder if Sasuke felt that too.

I had used most of my energy and chakra during the battle that levelled most, if not all, of the village. So on the ground I lay as stars danced in my vision, the darkness creeping in around the edges. I couldn't move, I was too sore, with not enough energy to even try. I could only tilt my head slightly to the side, Naruto entering my line of vision as I did. He wasn't in much better shape than me, on the ground now. Movement was limited, as all I could do was move my head slightly but even that was a chore as my head was now pounding from the impact with the ground. Naruto wasn't moving very much either but I can tell he wanted to get up, he wanted so badly to get up and do something.

There wasn't much I could tell you about what happened after, I couldn't see what was happening beyond watching Naruto struggle to move even an arm. My immobility didn't help much either, as my current injuries didn't allow for much of it. It was too much effort.

I tried to call out to Naruto, to see if he was better off than me, but my voice failed me. All that came out was a hoarse groan, making my throat burn, made my vocal chords feel like they were being shredded and set on fire.

My vision continued to flicker in and out, the sore feeling that had haunted my limbs now died to a very heavy numbness. It was then that I saw a pair of feet walk over to Naruto, stand over him for a moment before bending down to pick the blond shinobi up. In the few moments that I was able to catch a glimpse of the person's face, it surprised me.

It was in those few moments that I caught this person's face that I started questioning just how hard I had hit my head, making me think I was seeing things, hallucinating. This person looked like the Fourth Hokage, which shouldn't be the case as he's supposed to have died years ago. It only took the time for me to blink before he was gone, with Naruto. Disappeared in a flash of light.

I could barely swallow the saliva that had been building in my mouth, pooling in my cheek and the back of my throat causing me to choke on it as I felt hands slide under me to pick me up.

I felt my eyes start to pull themselves close, my head rolled to rest on the stranger's arm. Or who I thought to be a stranger.

Upon being able to look at this person, it made me wonder if the impact to my head had killed me. My voice, once again, refused to work as it should as I wanted to just say something, anything. But I most likely didn't need to say a word as the expression on my face probably said it all, however small my reaction may have been. They smiled at me, though I question if it was actually the case and not me seeing things.

My voice finally worked, coming out hoarse and croaking, barely a whisper as I looked up at the man I haven't seen in almost a decade.

"Dad?"

With that, I gave out, my eyes forcing themselves shut, and all I could think of was my twin brother.

You know the drill. Review. Favourite. Follow.

Thanks guys for being patient.

With love

-Galaxy-

Word count: 885 words

Edits: Minor editing, spelling error corrections.