LET ME INTRODUCE TO YOU MY FUN MISERABLE LIFE. My name is Percy Jackson, and I know, I know, you may be thinking, who is this kid? Is he a trouble maker?

Well I suppose so.

Is he an idiot?

Maybe.

But if you run into my world everything which you thought was impossible may just be near you. Well if you're a mortal then you're safe, but if you feel something special inside you, and no that tingling feeling is not a sign, you don't wanna be like me or like us.

You may get killed in the most bizarre of ways. And yes being killed by an ant is one, not joking.

That or your life generally sucks, as do most greek heroes do, they either had a sucky mom or dad who left them in the woods leading to them building armies and going kachow on you in return.

Or have a douche of a step parent who will do whatever it takes to make your life hell.

Let me start in the beginning. I never knew my parents, my mother, she died when I was born, and my father? He left before he even knew my mom was preggy, he went on a sea voyage but he never returned. As my aunt told me, they left me stuff but we'll get to that at a later point.

I lived with an aunt, her name's May, and no my uncle's name is not Ben, nor is he as kind or as wise as him, you'll see, but first about aunt May, she's the sweetest of all, and she gives me candies and introduced me to the wonders of blue food. However she died unfortunately, she had stage 4 ovarian cancer, and held on as long as she could.

That's when my uncle, Gabe changed. He started drinking and smoking, he was kinda a jerk when aunt May was alive, but he turned straight out class A douchebag after she died. Said that she was worthless and only kept her for the food.

That angered me so I did the stupid thing.

I screamed and charged him.

Nuh uh. You must think I'm Gary Stew or something like that (It's actually stu, but Percy would never say it normally bye) I heard that Author, okay so Stu (grumbles) ha! Okay back to topic, when you think I smashed his face? I certainly hope so, but I got my face filled with bruises, my arms felt heavy like lead and my stomach felt like it had been roundhoused by the Chuck himself.

"Better stay out of my lane boy, case you get your ass beat down again!"

Beaten and hurt I had no choice but to stay silent, cringing, I stood up and slowly walked, my legs felt like mush and my face numbed.

Slowly, step by step I arrived at the bathroom, thankfully Gabe hasn't desecrated this place yet.

So I turn the tap on and inch by inch the water on the tub rose until it was high enough for me. I slowly dipped my feet, never bothered with the clothes, it hurt to move anyways.

Eventually I situated myself in the tub, I sighed and suddenly broke down.

A ten year old boy, who just recently lost his aunt, then got beat up by his jerk of an uncle, with no parents, and with no help.

"Perseus"

I looked around spooked, never did I notice the healing bruises I gained from Gabe.

"I will not harm you, when in pain, always go to a body of water, it will help you, as will the gifts that has been given to you."

"Who are you?!" Percy half whispered half shouted.

He was scared to his bones, a storm raged his mind. How could this stalker-

"I am not a stalker Perseus, err maybe I am, but the gifts will be useful to you, be brave, I have interfered enough, Gabe will never mess with you again."

I looked around, but the presence wasn't there anymore, but it smelled mysteriously like the ocean breeze.

I loved it besides the creepy stalker helper aside.

What gifts, think Percy think.

Suddenly the trident pendant, which was a hand me down of some sorts from his father grew heavier, and it also glowed eerily blue, or blue green or sea green, hey! Cut me some slack I'm not good at explaining and stuff, I'm still new to this, stupid author getting me to tell my story.

And I knew then my life would change forever.

I didn't know how much it will though.

Fast-forward a little bit to the week before the start of school.

Well the rest of the summer had gone on without a hitch or so I say, but there's the occasional verbal abuse from Gabe, which I ignored, aunt May raised me better than that. Well he tried to hit me once but he flinched as if his life flashed in front of his eyes and he slowly lowered his hand, all the while sweating rivers and glaring at mw.

Maybe it was the voice that helped me or someone else but, who cares it stopped Gabe and I was grateful.

I know my life is weird, and ugly, I was practically nobody, hmm something tells me I am literally Nobody but for the sake of the story lets continue, before I get hungry and I have to leave you guys for a cheeseburger.

So as I as saying, just four day before the start of school, it was early in the morning, just an hour after dawn, or the time when I started delivering the newspapers.

Paddling my creaking old bike, which is great by the way if you're delivering newspapers and you have to warn the neighborhood beforehand.

What happens next might've been the first piece of domino to fall.

"Hey Mr. Gerber, here's the paper!" I threw the bundle of papers at the smiling old man.

Seeing the alley I always cut through to make the trip shorter, I sped up, but halfway slowed down, there was this itchy feeling in my gut screaming danger. The last time I felt like this was when Gabe beat me up just this summer.

Don't know if it was the rebel in me or if I was just plain stupid but, I slowly inched through the alley, ooh a shiny metal, focus Perce focus, as I neared the wall the wall decided I was too slow and slammed into me instead.

If it was a wall, well a wall of black mass, I was catapulted near the neighborhood fire hydrant, it was red. I hated it. It screamed idiot, even the wall hates you.

I looked up, it wasn't a wall. I hoped it was, but what I thought was a wall was a Rottweiler, however it was the size of a small car, like a wigo, or a jazz. It has red for eyes, and had its mouth open, drool slobbering everywhere.

It stalked me, circling, as if thinking what would I taste like.

I grabbed a newspaper that fell near me when this dog(?) hit me, I rolled it up and threw it.

"Uh fetch?" I managed to squeak as the dog, instead of running after the thrown paper, leaped at me. Only luck made me dodge the leap which could've turned me to Percy bits. Its claws were sharp and I wonder if they could ruin Gabe's couch in one strike.

"Pull the trident Perseus"

I still don't know who that voice is, but if he stopped Gabe from hurting me then we're cool.

I pulled the Trident, I watched amazed as the small pendant slowly elongated as it glowed blue, until it extended into a five foot tall trident, humming with restrained power.

"Whoa!" The trident was almost as long as me, for a ten year old I stood at five foot three, so one of the tallest in the bunch but I was scrawny, Gabe, he, he put most of our money into his gambling funds, leaving me just ten or twenty bucks if he was generous for weeks at a time.

The dog hesitated, seeing my bluish silver trident. It must've been thinking "Whoa where did this kid get a huge fork?"

However it seemed to be hungry as he leapt at me again, I jumped to my right, smiling as I dodged again, but this time I was not left unscathed, three gashes could be seen in my forearm. It hurt like hell.

I got mad, nobody could hurt me, not even evil giant dogs.

So I glared at the growling dog "You want to taste the Percy-burger huh? You'll have to kill me first!" I slammed spiked butt of the trident at the pavement, a slight tremor could be felt as the concrete cracked.

The dog howled and charged, this time I did not dodge, I held my ground and at the last second rolled to my right and stabbed his midsection with my trident, it whimpered for a second then it turned to dust.

I was left alone at the alley, five foot gleaming trident was in my hands, how did I kill that dog? And why did it attack me? Then the hype feeling I had for minutes suddenly vanished and the blood I lost from the gash made me faint.

Before I blacked out however, two voices appeared, one sounded like it was in his teens, and the other, a motherly but strict voice.

"He is not yet ready."

"We must erase his memories of this event until he is, we must tighten the mist around him once again."

"That blasted mortal will have enough vile scent to cover even him up"

"Agreed, let us heal him first"

My body shut down on its own as I tried to fight the darkness but failed as it embraced me once again.

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A/N:

Hello valued readers, its the Forge Shop Here, do note that as you read this, I try to insert Percy's character, as it is based on the story telling Percy in the Greek Gods and Heroes series, review please as they may help help me.

Thank you for reading the first chapter, I'll put up the second one this next few days, also read my other story Ride Home, it describes Percy's pursuit of home when he had amnesia, a oneshot percabeth fic.

Updated again, uploaded from ipad so it was a bit messy but fixed it up