This is another request I'm doing and this is just the beginning prologue but don't fear, I'll update the very first chapter very soon. Oh, and just so everyone knows, no this is not a chaos fic. I kind of made it up if we're being honest but hey…creative license….I think, I mean that's what Timone from lion king said…
Disclaimer: I don't own it. But I'm not saying I'd mind if I did.
Hold My Secrets Ever So Close: Prologue
"We are here today to…remember Percy Jackson, as a brother, a cousin, a son, and above all else a hero," Chiron said in a strained voice. It had to be the second darkest day on Earth, Percy Jackson was dead, and it was the saddest of all days.
Every god, goddess, demigod, and mortal who knew him came to see the burning of the shroud that covered up the young hero. His mother's heart, broken as her husband held her with his own tears held back. The boy's father head hung in despair, he'd cried before anyone could see him. The king of the skies himself had shed tears for his brother's son. Hades who'd searched for the boy in the underworld but they results were fruitless. He was nowhere to be found but obviously dead.
The demigods who never thought it'd be Percy were in shock, Annabeth, his girlfriend could barely look at the shroud through her eyes that were clouded by tears. Thalia, cried and mourned her friend with her Lady, Artemis, who had made Percy his own constellation. The seas were at ease but the sun did not shine and it seemed like the whole world stilled for a day the minute Percy Jackson's death had reached its ears.
Dionysus had even shed tears, though he claimed were nonexistent, for the first son of Poseidon he'd even genuinely liked in hundreds of hundreds of years. Hermes, who found Percy to be a very…interesting person felt a pain almost similar to that of when one of his own children died. Hera herself did not expect to see the demigod died, she just thought she knew that he'd be turned into a god or immortal to get on her nerves for the rest of, forever but that didn't happen. It seemed like each person who swore to hate him cared and those who had always said they'd be backing him one hundred percent were the ones right next to him now.
Everyone mourned his death…everyone that is except Perseus Jackson.
Percy was dead, dead to everyone who knew him but Percy Jackson had a secret, a secret that made him dead long before he'd even started living.
He wasn't a demigod.
He wasn't mortal.
He was something that even the gods themselves feared, something that they tried to keep hidden and forgotten. Years would go by and the demigods that Percy used to know are now immortal, fighting in so many wars wins favor in the eyes of the Olympians.
It would seem like forever and of course as is expected they eventually moved on and though Percy Jackson was never forgotten and no one stopped missing him he began to get pushed to the back of people's minds.
Percy watched this happen, he watched it all happen and never once did he remind them nor did he intervene in their lives.
Not even when his mother passed away did he get involved, he wasn't supposed to so he had to resist the urge to try and make sure she wasn't driving at the same time as someone who was under the influence.
And then there was Paul who he watched mourn his mother and eventually die of a broken heart, that was painful but at least his mother and stepfather would be together again.
He could never die.
He could never rejoin his family.
But then again he is Percy Jackson so if you learn anything from him it is that the word never shouldn't even be in his presence. S
Something is coming, happening, and Percy is going to have to reveal himself and his secret to the ones he called loved ones so long ago.