A/N – I know most of my subscribers expected a "Naruto" work and probably want me to continue, however, I will be turning my eyes to other stories, because Naruto just no longer captures my attention like it used too. I may later, but, for the time being, I will start my fan fiction "Percy Jackson – The Kidnapped Advent." Unlike Rick Riordian's book, this will not be in First Person, but Third Person. But enough of my talking. Let me move on will my story.

Prologue: The Kidnapped Advent Child

Waves crashed on a golden beach shore, the long hands of the waves almost reaching a wooden cabin; however, it seemed some magical fore seemed to cause the water to avoid the cabin by a large diameter. A woman walked out elegantly, a pink suit garbing her as she laughed, carrying a baby boy in her arms as she did.

A warm smile came at the baby boy, several strands of brown hair hanging over her smiling, delighted face. A happy giggle broke from her lips as the boy gurgled happily, his small, meaty hands trying to pull strands of her hair, "Percy! How much you've grown in two weeks! Isn't that right, Poseidon?"

Walking out, fully garbed in green khaki (?) shorts, and a loose, trident patterned shirt, a merry laugh erupted from the man's grey beard, "He sure did, Sally. He has your eyes."

Sally replied, her eyes still focused on the happily gurgling boy, her voice on the same level of excitement as Poseidon's, "He's got your looks, dear."

Her fingers reached down to tickle Percy's belly, "We'll be together forever, isn't that right Percy? Poseidon will be with us as well, won't you dear?" She looked hopefully at Poseidon.

Poseidon's mouth flickered with a small twinge of sadness, barely noticeable; however, he replied with a strained smile that was obviously paining him, "Yes, Sally. I will be together with you and Percy. Forever."

With that said, Poseidon's long-strides quickly got him over to Sally and looked down at Percy warmly, his warm smile that turned the sea calm, and etched itself into Percy's mind.

"Yes, I will always be with you Percy."

A boy woke up with a stretched, and painful scream, the very picture of absolute sorrow etched into the lines of the cry of sadness as his body writhed in the confines of a bed, the black sheets that covered him being ripped to shreds by a sword's edge, it's black coloring flickering brightly even in the absence of light. Sweat dripped down the boy's face, his dark green eyes flickering madly in the darkness of an abyss of a confine, of type, it is not known. Sweat traveled down his face in large amounts, brown hair covering part of his face, his mouth writhed in fury. Muttering madly, with tints of a dark undertone, he quickly stood up, his sword sheathed with incredible speed, "Why, why is it always that dream?"

The boy then fell silent, his dark, green eyes still staring darkly into the darkness, taking in every detail, as he finally breathed out a sigh and continued with a more exposed and sensitive tone, differing greatly from his original harshness, "Why…?"

Out of the darkness, a voice interrupted the boy's thoughts, "Master Percy, that is the sixteenth bed sheet you've destroyed – this week."

Percy's green eyes, momentarily softer, turned darker, and hardened as his head swiveled to a spot of darkness, "What is it, Οικονόμος (butler)?"

The butler, world wearily replied, "I don't know how many blankets we have in stock, Master Percy. We may be part of the Titan Lord Kronos's Elite Strikers, however, we do not have an unlimited supply of blankets."

'Irony.' Percy mused, 'The Titans can cast the greatest, and darkest of black magic, yet, cannot create blankets.'

Shaking his head to rid himself of such idiotic thoughts, Percy replied with a darker tone, "Father Kronos will not mind. I am going out for the daily patrol."

His butler, his form still hidden within the abyss of darkness, warned him cautiously, as Percy strode forwards towards an invisible door, hidden in the darkness, "Watch out, my Liege. I have heard of Treacherous Chiron's campers being seen around our ca-"

The door slammed, stopping the butler's caution, mid-sentence.

"I do wish he stopped doing that." Then something occurred to the invisible butler.

"Isn't Camp Half Blood near here…?" A swish in the air signaled the butler shaking his head. Not even a Cyclopes could target the invisible camp at a location so far off from target… Could they? The Butler hurried to go talk to Kronos… Who exactly did he place in charge of locating the Transporter?

Percy was woven out of thin air as he stepped out form the invisible room, and strode forward into the middle of a meadow. Tall green grasses waved gently in the wind, and Percy's dark green eyes examined the meadows, his eyes detecting any movement. He had been kept the Titan Lord's secret for years, a prodigy fighter among prodigies. At the age of five, he had slain three Cyclopes single-handedly, his agility and swordplay being his main assets in the battle. Studded leather and his favored ice-steel melded with celestial bronze blade, Κυνόδοντας πάγου, or Ice Fang, made him a deadly agile combatant.

Since birth, he had been trained with the three-foot long blade, the ice-steel tempered materials making it a very feared ice weapon as it assisted his water-manipulating abilities as well as being a most light offensive against mortals, combined with Celestial Bronze, a material that could both harm mortals and immortals, made the blade very feared. He had slain many a monster with its gleaming Celestial Bronze color of tinted gold that was stained with the colors of shining ice on one side. Percy was a feared force indeed; his double-edged blade and supernatural agility made him a genius fighter among genii. His Father, Titan Lord Kronos, was proud, or, at least as proud as an over-powered Titan Lord that had been chopped into pieces by his own sons and thrown into the darkest pits of Tartarus could be. Titan Lord Kronos. An eerie silence came forth to Percy, even though it was the middle of the day, within a meadow, as the name resounded within his mind. His father had thirsted for revenge on his Olympian sons, but Percy was not extremely influenced by this, only intrigued by his father's immense hatred.

However, even with all his training, and he had been trained within killing arts several thousand times making him aware of even the slightest of movements, he did not notice the one cloaked in darkness and in invisibility, until said person had simultaneously shot three arrows into his back, which he recognized to be adamantine metal, as he had been knocked unconscious many times by dying Centaurs with it before when he had missed a killing strike against centaurs, and they struck back with a dying vengeance.

As the dark abyss of unconsciousness cloaked his vision, Percy was able to manage his concentration long enough to hear his attacked and another converse for a short while. "Did you have to hit him so hard, Annabeth?" a nervous bleat (from a satyr, Percy presumed. He had slain quite a few of them) came from behind him.

Another voice sounded out, female, said indignantly, "He just stumbled outside of Camp Half Blood, Grover! He could be an enemy, or maybe a rouge Half Blood waiting for the right moment to summon a large load of monsters into the camp! And look, Grover, he's carrying a blade!"

Grover sighed, his bleating dying down as he shouldered Percy, Annabeth following in the rear, "Let's just get him to the Camp before he wakes up." Annabeth nodded in resignation as she glared at Percy's dulling green eyes as he slumped forward, finally succumbing to the pains. But he did notice something peculiar, as his training in assassination had made him alert to all details. Athena's daughter, he noted dully, as Percy took in the sight of her stormy gray eyes, and blonde hair. Interesting.

A/N – I know many of my viewers expected a Naruto story, and I apologize again, but Naruto no longer catches my interest. Also, this is just a prologue, so all will be explained in the later chapters.