I Dont own Percy Jackson, your thinking of Rick Riordan.
(My first Story please review)
Prologue
"Son of Hades."Kronos spit on the ground. "Do you love death so much you wish
to experience it?"
"Your death," Nico said, "would be great for me."
Memories of the second war swarmed around my head. It had been 2 years since the war but it still seemed like it was just yesterday. As I walked down the hallway I noticed something.
Going to this school seemed different to me almost if I was just another 15 year old boy going for 10th grade. But of course that could never happen. There was a more important being at risk here. But I knew what to do.
I saw the principle. He was a bald man with a curly mushtache and looked very short tempered. "Ah you must be signing up for our school." He said with a german accent. "10th grade? " Ah yes." We will just need your parent signature."
I sighed. I was hoping not to come to it but since I had no choice... I snapped my fingers. "My parents have already signed the form mr.--er principle."
He looked at the blank spot where the signature was supposed to be for a few seconds. Finally he replied, "Yes everything seems to be in order. School begins on September the 5th, and please dont be late mr..?"
I muttered my name.
"Mr Di Angelo is it?" He said. "Well have a good day to you." With that I walked away.
