Prologue-
Somewhere in Ancient Greece...
A lone figure thrashed through the dark wood and the leaves that have fallen crunched to an odious tune with every step he took. The wind blew harshly, screaming in the boy's ear as it madly swirled around him. He shivered as he hugged himself for warmth and comfort. The silver moon, up at the blank canvas of the sky, shone brightly; eliminating darkness of the black night. The glowing ray of the celestial object hovering above, cascaded its light to guide the figure through the night who's running with fear clung tightly onto.
"Perseus Jackson!" a raspy voice cried, breaking the tranquil silence of the forest, like shattered glass. Perseus kept on running, his youthful face struck with panic and worries. His glistening sea-green eyes was concealed by terror and pain. Blood slithered down from his forehead toward the dusty ground, leaving a bold trail of red. An unwanted whimper escaped through Perseus' mouth as his legs plead him to stop running. Perseus wheezed and coughed, his lungs raging with an endless fire as it threatened to fail.
The monster roared again and Perseus could feel the hideous creature inching closer to him.
"Run child..." a voice whispered, the very word Perseus' mother had said before she got slaughtered by the creature that is now chasing him. Perseus felt his eyes beginning to burn as tears gathered. But the thought of his dying mother fueled his determination to live and to escape from the creature.
Perseus weaved through the branches of the towering trees, ignoring the irritating pokes and scrapes from the few branches that managed to hit him. He knew that this is not the time to acknowledge the minor pain, searing throughout his body, like a wildfire coursing through it. "The pain will die... The pain will die..." Perseus mumbled to himself as more blood streamed down to the ground.
The fiery sun rose up, revealing power beams of light that graced the land. The silver moon slowly vanished as the twins of Leto shifted the night into day. Behind him, Perseus heard a loud snap and he knew that the monster closed in on him. He gulped as the scent of his mother's blood engulfed around him. It is a truly disgust scent as Perseus felt an unconscious tear slipped down.
"Time to die sea scum!" the creature shrieked, preparing to clawed the grieving child with her sharp talons. Perseus dove forward and he crashed through the grounds littered by the thorns from the bushes. The thorns penetrated into his skin as the burning fire raged again in his body. Perseus looked up to locked his frightened emerald eyes with the Fury standing before him. The Fury lunged forward, prepared to kill her prey and cast his soul to oblivion, as told by her master. But she was stopped by a golden arrow pierced through her chest.
"Take one more stop or else I will send you to Tartarus, Alecto." a man said, notching another arrow onto his bow. The man have long golden hair with startling blue eyes that held determination.
"Apollo..." Alecto hissed,"Kronos will not be pleased."
Apollo flinched visibly as terror clenched his immortal heart. He surged forward and grabbed the wounded Fury by the neck.
"I thought you work for Hades! What do you mean?" he snarled.
"You will pay for what you have done Sun God! Olympus shall fall!" she screeched as Apollo decapitated her head with the swipe of his dagger. Alecto slowly turned into golden dust, heading her way to Tartarus.
The immortal sighed as he knelt toward Perseus. The young boy shrunk back, watching Apollo with fear and awe.
"I won't hurt you, promise." the Sun God said, placing a hand on Perseus' forehead. A soft hue of light erupted from his hand, closing the wounds inflicted upon Perseus. "You have suffered a lot young one. Do you have a name?"
Perseus stared warily at Apollo, the man who killed Alecto with power that's greatly feared. "P-Perseus..." he answered, "Thank you for saving me, I would have die."
Apollo smiled, but it quickly slipped away as thunder rumbled loudly. "I must go my boy." he removed his hand from the adolescent's head. "I cannot stay much longer. I have broke enough rules for today."
"NO!" Perseus shouted, his hands clutched on Apollo's chiton tightly. "Please stay! I wish not to be alone in this wood What if there is another beast out there to get me? I have already lost so much."
Apollo looked sympathetically at the child before him. He sensed Perseus' power rolling off of him as he tugged on his clothing harder. Apollo knew that he's a demigod, and a powerful one.
"I can make you into my champion, do you accept?" Apollo asked.
The boy nodded as Apollo handed him a coin with 'νικητής του ήλιου' imprinted on it.
"Give this to my priests at Troy. They will know who you are." he said, "Stay safe Perseus. The sun will guide you way there. You have my blessing."
With a blinding flash, Apollo left his champion, the boy who the Fates will guaranteed will achieve greatness, and for that shall be his downfall.
15 years later-
CRACK!
An arrow penetrated through another, splitting it evenly. The sun cast its light on a boy, perhaps at the age of 16 or 17, as he go and retrieved his arrow. He is called Perseus or 'Victor of the Sun' because everyone in Troy knew he's the Sun's champion. Perseus still obtained his signature unruly dark hair but he had matured into a lean yet muscular man with a face that the ladies in Troy swoon over. His sea-green eyes now hold golden streaks from the blessing of Apollo. Perseus wore a simple chiton with a dagger strapped on his right hip. A quiver was on his back, containing arrows made out of Stygian Iron, so he can kill both mortals and monsters.
"Impressive... I see you still are skilled in archery, perhaps better." a man in a hooded cloak said. But Perseus knew who he is, everyone in Troy does.
"Prince Hector, what are you doing here?" Perseus asked, eyeing the Prince of the kingdom warily. "If it is about the upcoming war, I am not interested."
Hector chuckled without humor,"So you have heard about the war then. Agamemnon is planning to attack Troy and he's calling all the help he can get." a deep scowl etched across his royal face. "Achilles is going to be there and you are the only hope for Troy of winning this war. After all, you are the Sun's Champion."
The token Apollo gave to Perseus long ago, now hidden in his pocket, grew heavier, as if Apollo himself urged Perseus to go to war.
"As much as I don't want to be involve in this war, I accept to fight for the sake of Troy."
Perseus notched another arrow onto his bow. "If it is war Agamemnon wants, it is war he shall get." he released the arrow, yet to hear another satisfying crack.
I am finally finished with the prologue. It is very tiring and I have put much work into this so please review to encourage me to continue!