Author's Note: I have returned :P I took down my other story (not that people will notice anyways), as this one will be better, but basically the same idea. I have picked up on some usefull writing tips from stories I've read here and people I've met. This starts with my own characters, but I promise you this will involve the character from both PJO and HoO. I'll try my best to keep everyone in character, and keep it as book friendly as possible.

Disclaimer: Well, I don't think I own PJO or HoO. But you never know, I sent Rick a letter asking him if I could have it, but he hasn't replied yet.

Description: Mike has no one but his older brother to rely on. That is until he discovers that they are both demi-gods and make their wat to Camp Half-Blood. Post HoO...so after the event in that series.

Prologue

a.k.a Shorter Than all the Other Chapters

I started to hear voices and noises. It sounded as if I was under water. A splitting pain shot through my head. Where was I? What happened? I tried to move, but it was no use. Everytime I went to open my eyes, the pain intensified, as if someone was driving a nail into my forhead. Every move I made felt shot intense pain throughout my body. I tried to relax, I could hear the voices becomeing clearer. There was a booming shout. Something was happening around me. What is happeneing?

"Wake up...please wake up!" A voice rang in my ears. The voice was so fimiliar, as if I'd known it for years. Then I was hit full force by a memory...

Flashback Starts

"Come on man, we gotta get home before 8." My older brother said to me. It was a cold evening. I could see my breath as we hurried down the street. My older brother, Dexter, had brought me to an icecream shop. I had just turned 15, and it was all we could afford. Dexter was the only person I've ever trusted, ever since our mother died. I never met my father. He was the only family I had left. He's four years older than me, and has always been there for me.

"I'm hurrying, jeez" I replied. We where late alreaady. He has always insisted that I be home before 8. He didn't like it when I was out in the dark. "What's the big rush anyways?" I inquired. I've asked that question millions of times. Dexter's face paled a little when I asked and his muscles tensed up for a few seconds. He didn't like that question.

"Come on, where out way to late, there's a shortcut through this alley." Dexter stated while tugging me into the dark, garbage filled alley. He would always avoid my questions by changing the subject and it pissed me off a little. But I obediently followed him. We where almost through the alley when a pair of dark red eyes lumed infront of us.

"Wha-what...is tha-" I stammered as the red eyes moved closer. The alley was dark, making the owner of the eyes near impossible to see.

Dexter squeezed my hand then turned to me.

"Run Mike, RUN!" Dexter shouted and shoved me back up the alley, away from the thing. I heard a load roar and felt a splitting pain shoot throughout my body. I fell to the ground and blacked out

Flashback Ends

"Dammit...wake up Mike, come on. You can't die here." Dexter said as I coughed. I heard him move closer to me. I felt his hand on my forhead. "Come on, you can do this." Dexter's soft words encouraging me to open my eyes.

"Uhhhg." I groaned. I heard Dexter sigh with relief. I managed to open my eyes. I was greeted by Dexter stairing down at me. His face displaying concern and worry. After a couple of seconds, I noticed that his face was covered in sweat, like he had been put through an intense exercise session.

"Come on buddy, we gotta get you somewhere safe before..." He trailed off. I tried to sit. This sent more intense pain shooting all over my body. I groaned and lid back on the dirty pavement in the alley. My face scrunched up in pain. Dexter noticed this, so he extended his hand. I gripped his hand, he raised me off of the ground and stood me on my feet swiftly, but carefully.

"Dexter, wha..what happened?" I asked carefully. He must have noticed the confusion and pain in my voice.

"Hey, buddy. It'll be ok. Trust me." He assured me. "I'll explain when we get home." Dexter's voice was laced with saddness, fear, and concern.

"Ok.." I tried to walk. After a few steps, I was on my knees in pain. I felt a cold heaviness wash over me. My vision blurred, then turned black.

"MIKE!" Was the last this that I heard before I collpased onto the cold, hard ground.

Author's Note: Sooo, that was the prologue/first chapter. How was it? Do you have any advice to help me make it better? All reviews...comments, whatever the hell they're called, are greatly appreciated. I'll never, EVER, hold a story for ransom. I swear on the River Styx that I will update when I can, not after a given amount of reviews.

Hope you had as good of a time reading it as I had writing it :D