Hi guys seeing as my first story has become so popular I thought it'd be a good idea to give another one ago. This story won't be updated as often as Titan of Life but I will update it as much as possible. Oh and guys I'm getting really bad writers block on Titan of Life so if you have any suggestions PM me. Anyways guys the plot start of abit like daredevil so don't get annoyed if it seems like the plot isn't my own at first. I'm mostly going to stick with the plot of the PJO book.

So anyways…

DISCLAMER: I DON'T OWN PJO ALL RIGHTS TO RICK RIORDAN!1

I do own the plot… kinda I guess

Yours,

Jess

Prologue.

A young boy with vibrant sea green eyes is walking home from school without a care in the world, hand in hand with his mother, desperately trying to convince her that it wasn't his fault that he submerged his class in water. She wasn't buying it. The boy's mother desperately tried to scold him; it would have been convincing, if she could prevent herself from laughing.

Unknown to them a truck containing waste chemicals was out of control. Heading for them.

They wait at one side of the road. Waiting to cross. The truck gets closer. An old man is in the middle of the road. The truck is heading for him. The boy's eyes widen in realisation. The man would be hit, most likely killed.

In a desperate attempt to save the man, the young boy released his mother's hand. Ignoring her protests he ran towards the man. Pushing him out the way. The truck pasted where he was moments ago. Yet in the desperate attempt to save the man, the boy fell to the floor. Chemical waste covered the floor, getting in his eyes.

The boy's mother lent over him. Wiping the waste from his eyes. She was too late. Unknown to her, his vision was already fading. The last thing he saw and ever will see was his mother's worried face. The boy's vision faded into an inky darkness.

In a desperate attempt to feel security once again he reached up and grabbed his mother's shoulders. Staring at her with once vibrant green eyes, know clouded with blindness.

"I can't see," the boy's voice was barely a whisper; gradually increasing in pitch. "I can't see," he repeated once again. Sobs racked his body. "I CAN'T SEE!" The boy only hoped to be proved wrong. Yet he couldn't be more correct. He was going to live in darkness for the rest of his life.

The sirens of an ambulance rapidly approaching grew louder. In a desperate attempt to calm the boy his mother lent down and whispered in his ear, "Shhhhhhhhh, it'll be okay my baby boy, help is coming. Shhhhh everything will be okay just hang in there Percy."

The fates really are cruel.

Sorry about it being short.

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