Bonjour everyone !

So here we go. I have been wanting to do this for a long time : translating my french fanfiction so that you guys, sweet english readers, would be able to read it as well. English isn't my main language, so I really hope I haven't made too many mispellings... but please, if you feel like there is something which really needs to be corrected, just tell me ! Also, if you can read french and you are searching for a fanfiction to translate, I would be glad if you could help me getting all this into english.

So, some about the fanfiction itself.
The french title is, literaly, The 13th Olympian. But as I felt it doesn't sound really great, I had to come up with another idea... And that's why you can now call it The Lost Olympian. That's really close to the title of the fifth Percy Jackson book, but that's on purpose : this fanfiction is a rewrite of that very book, with a new character, and some modifications.

Bref, I hope you'll enjoy reading it. Or at least, that the english is correct enough for you to only understand. I say it again, don't hesitate to leave a review to correct things !

Bonne lecture,

Arty'.


Prologue
A Purple halo

A purple halo embraced every face, reflected in every eye, made every face distorted with hatred.

Too bad I thought I had finally found a place where I would have felt happy and accepted.

Camp Half-Blood was a fabulous place : we were family. Easy to say, as we were all half brothers, sisters or cousins.

When I always had a hard time getting along with people, I was glad to see I had found people who were like me – and a place where I belonged. Feeling that welcome was heart-warming. Sure, some of them were less friendly, but hey... Nothing's perfect.

Forgetting about my previous life had been easy : for as long as I remembered, I had always lived with my uncle, and I could ealisy confess that I didn't miss him. And then, I had genuinly hoped that, knowing that a half of my blood was divine, I could one day meet my god-parent. I had lost my adoptive mother when I was too young to realise I had became an orphan for the second time of my life. But now that I knew that he or she was up there, alive and immortal, I had began to dream about the day we would finally meet.

But that was over. The time of glittering family reunion expectations was gone. Vanished within a second.

I hope at least He had fun. Yeah, he was probably rolling on floor laughing, wherever he was, somehow watching my face melting with stupefaction. If I had been sure he was obseving the scene, I wouldn't have hesitated to start yelling insluts. But I didn't want the half-bloods that surrounded me to think that my anger was destined to them. Therefore, I was content with a discret swearword.

Within a minut, they would realise what this apparition meant, and react in a way I already feared. They wouldn't salute, has the tradition wanted them to when a half-god was determined – even Chiron, the centaur, wouldn't say « Hail to the daughter of... »

I was new here, but I knew enough to start regretting the past. I had been told about it... About the war we were preparing. I knew what He had done. What He was doing. And what He was planing on doing.

I was screwed.

I closed my eyes I didn't want to see it any longer. I wouldn't open my eyelids as long as it was still rotating around my head.

« Determined ».

A purple sycthe was floating in the air. A mocking voice belied my previous assume :

« Hail to the daughter of Cronos ! »

But no one bowed.


And here we go. The prologue is short, but the next chapter is already ready to be published, so you won't have to wait too long to read the following. :)

Don't hesitate to leave reviews, I'd appreciate to know what you think. In english, french, portugese... It's all good. 8)

See you !

Arty'