This is an AU story, so don't be surprised if events or people are extremely different. I'm sorry the chapter's still shorter than usual, but I couldn't really think of that much to revise (I rewrote this chapter).

Prologue:

A mother and son were walking slowly along the shore of the Pacific Ocean.

They didn't notice the dark and menacing storm clouds behind them, and therefore failed to grasp the unstoppable danger coming towards them.

The boy told a joke, and his mother smiled, although it didn't quite seem genuine and turned slightly troubled as she watched the boy grin. Just like his father. Indeed, everything about her son reminded her of his father.

She tuned out and stared at the ocean wistfully. It seemed distressed, too. The gray waves were churning restlessly, as if they sensed the tragedy about to occur, and was trying to warn the woman. However, she was too distracted to notice. The feeling of a terrible threat loomed over her, pressing down on the woman. Her senses were overwhelmed these past few days with an inexplicable dread.

The boy noticed his mother's silence, and the object of her troubled gaze. "Are you thinking about my father?"

The woman frowned. I still don't know exactly why I told my son about him last week. It was instinct. She knew the feeling that something would happen soon was correct. She rarely got those compulsions, but when she did, they were always accurate. And the assumption she had right now told her something abominable would occur. The end, her subconscious mind had whispered, And also the beginning.

So, just in case something happened to her, she explained about his father, and his world- the world of monsters, gods, and heroes. She gave him the weapon from his father, and told him all she knew about it.

The boy's reaction bothered her far more than the foreboding feeling, though.

Flashback:

My son's expression was unfathomable as he stared at me, although I could detect a hint of... acceptance? He looked almost as if I had just confirmed something he had been quite sure of already. No. There was no way he could've known. I must've imagined his expression.

Looking at his blank expression, I wondered where he had learned how to contain his emotions. He had always been different from other kids his age, more mature, although not so much it worried her. Perhaps it was just a demigod trait.

"My father is a god." He wasn't surprised. His expression was now casual, and he was fiddling with the "pen" I gave him. I had imagined plenty of reactions, but certainly not this serene acceptance.

I composed myself "Yes. I can't tell you who he is, though." I don't think I'd be able to say his name and not break the fragile walls I had built to protect myself from the pain, either.

Even though he didn't look confused, I reminded him, "The more you know, the more monsters can find you,"

"Okay." He smiled reassuringly,and our surroundings seemed to warm up, although there was still a chilly feeling lingering in the air.

End of Flashback

She shook her head, trying to clear her mind. "Yes," The woman bit her lip anxiously. "Do you have your weapon? I have this feeling- something is going to happen. Something bad."

"Yeah, I've got Rip-"He was cut off by thunder. The previously unnoticed storm clouds had silently sneaked up on them, trapping the two directly underneath it's huge shadow.

She understood a split second before her son did.

"NO!" she shoved her son away, taking full force of the bolt for him.

Everything went black.

There! I hope you guys like this chapter more than the previous one- it's a lot longer, although it's still brief in comparison with my other chapters...