heroes of olympus the unsuge hero Chapter 1: prologue, a percy jackson and the olympians fanfic

These are made up events and have nothing to do with the with the seires its just for fun and your entertainment this first and secoind bit will be a little slow so just stay with it if your reading this and it will get much better when chapter one finly starts

Prologue

I used to think of myself as normal but at the same time I always felt like I was born for something different. My father was the owner of a classic car body shop, but not any run of the mill local shop it was the first chain body shop in America. The shop made him into a millionaire. I never met my Mom but I was told that she was a remarkable woman. You see she left the day after I was born, without any explanation. It broke my father's heart he never talked about the past much especially if it involved Mom. Although he did sometimes call her his Goddess of Love, which of course weirded me out.

One more thing if you ever say that I was babied and grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth you would not be farther from the truth at my house life was like boot champ, which was probably because my father is an exnavy SEAL and just because we had money to through around did not mean I had to be a wimp. So by the time I was 10 I knew every thing from snapping limbs, to snapping necks.

Ok so their was one day a year that he didn't put me through boot one day where I was king it was my 12th birthday me and my Dad were working on my birthday present out on the driveway it was a 1969 Firebird, that's right a classic Firebird for my 12th b-day, but to add the my Dad effect to the mix in was in very rough shape and he told me the only way to fix it was with my own money from my allowance and maybe a part or two from Christmas or other birth days but the way I saw it I could have it up and roaring by the time I was 16 so it was perfect.

The same day though about a few minutes in to my car inspection with dad we were attacked by a very big monster, and my dad was killed trying to protect me. What I remember from that fight are three things a freeze frame picture of dad getting his head bitten off and the motion picture of me gunning it down with the pump-action-shot gun my dad keep in his room on the second floor of the house, and a guy with goat horns walking up to me asking if I was ok. As if my dad could not have gotten any wierder.

I woke the next morning in the infirmary of camp half blood. A weal chaired camp director and somebody who proclaimed himself a god and looked like he could use some serious help for alcoholics anonymous. Told me some crazy stuff that I did learn was true. One night I was claimed what happened you ask? Well my nice black athletic shirt and blue jeans were turned into a $300 tux. YUK! And my hair was combed and geld to the side. Double YUK! My dad had to force me to wear crap like this. Theirs two reasons why I hate dressing up like this #1. I don't like people thinking of me as stuck up #2. Suits like this one are itchy beyond belief, and athletic clothing is breathable that's why I like it so much. Oh and if you haven't guessed my Mom's ID then your pretty slow if you haven figured out that the Goddess of Love nickname for her was him telling me but a the same time not telling me that she was Aphrodite The Goddess Of Love.

Well the next year was pretty neat I became the best and only sword fighter in my cabin and the best in the whole camp next to this guy named Luke in Hermes cabin. I and Luke got along just fine he had been their only a few months more that I and I must say fighting him in the practice arena was fun he gave it his all and I returned the favor. Chiron said that we were the best swords men he's had in a 300 years. The only difference between my fighting style and his was that I liked fighting with two swords and I had training from my Navy SEAL father, Luke fought with one sword and had no training except what he had resaved here at camp so if I hadn't had that training from my father I would be at the same level as my brothers and sisters and considering that made me miss my father even more.

Then it when all down hill. Luke was given a quest from his father to get a golden apple. He picked me to help but couldn't decide who else to take I thought of another good friend of mine in cabin 9 Hephaestus cabin. The boy was named Beckendorf He wanted to become consular of his cabin in a bad way and if he got a quest he could challenge the current one, who was a bit of a jerk, and take over because lets face it Beckendorf was a superior fighter and much cleverer that the jerk consular that he had. So I convinced Luke to take him along. We came back with a little more that called for #1 a scar on Luke's face #2 the golden apple #3 a half dead Beckendorf over my shoulder being rush to the infirmary. He wasn't expected to live, and it was my fault I had asked Luke to bring him.

That night when every one was asleep I ran into the woods hoping to be eaten because I could not face that camp. There was movement ahead of me and the next thing I knew there was a big dragon standing before me. He was the biggest dragon I have even seen and I have considering the quest we were on evolved getting past a dragon with 100 heads, and that guy's size mostly came from the heads and necks. This guy was as tall and wide as a dump truck as long as an18 wheeler with the cargo behind, and it gets worse he stood up on his back legs which like his front were as thick as an oaks trees trunk, then he spread his wings that were as long as a medium sized passenger jet, then he roared the roar of 100 lions. I was scared out off my brains, but then a woman walked in front of the big beast. "IS She NUTS!" I thought, but there she was walking to me with a pair of sheathed swords in her hands not minding the dragon at all. She explained that she was my mother and that she had hoped that I would stay rather than run but she said she also respected my decision she gave me the swords and explained that a Aphrodite child's power was in his or hers emotions and that the swords were made to be connected by the one who wielded them until death then they would wait for another to claim them and that she had also created the dragon for me to be my friend and companion through my travels. I later called the dragon Charley after the man I knew for a fact that I got killed Charles Beckendorf.

I thought about this story when I first read the percy Jackson seires and didnt know what godly parent to give my character untill I read the lost hero and saw that thier was a strong point on a Aphrodite child that didnt envolve fashion and gossip the Aphrodite child that died at the end of the last olympon helped fuel the fires of thought as well.