DISCLAMER: I DO NOT OWN PJO!!! IM NOT RICK RIORDAN!!!

Prologue:

"Taylor!!!" he yelled. He was only five years old. Two men separated him from his twin sister Taylor. His sea green eyes shone with fury. He was not one to get angry, but when he did, no one wanted to be in his path.

He punched the man, hard. The man displayed a look of sheer shock at the five year old's strength before he was knocked out. The other man whirled around, facing the five year old. Being so small, he was able to jump onto the dumpster and then onto the man's back within seconds. The man fell to the ground, collapsing from the shock of the five year old's weight.

"Taylor!!!" he cried, tears streaming down his face. His twin sister turned towards him, the man holding her turned as well. His eyes were black with hate and greed. He was tan with brown hair. He looked at his twin sister, who was his equal in every way. They looked exactly the same. Same sea-green eyes, tanned face, innocent smile, and messy black hair. They even shared the same likes. Their favorite colors were blue and green. They loved their mom, they both had dyslexia and ADHD, they both learned at the same speed, and could talk to each other in their heads. And most of all, they loved the water.

"NO!!!" the man shouted, and sent a wave of energy to the boy, knocking him down. Even as black spots danced around in his vision, he could hear his sister screaming his name. He was so mad. It must've shown on his face, because the man looked at him and quickly ran away. Five other men ran up to him, trying to catch him. Even though he was five, he was smart enough to know not to stick around. He skidded through a gap between two of the men.

He was walking since then. Begging on the streets for food. Two weeks passed before he reached Central Park. He was so exhausted that he collapsed in a bank of snow, looking at the Christmas lights. He cried himself to sleep that night. He felt hands shaking him, and he awoke quickly. He stared into the face of his mother, her face brightened, relieved, that he was okay. Stuttering, he managed to tell his mother what happened to his sister. His mother was tearing up, but she promised that they would see her again one day. He was going to make sure that would come true. Even if he didn't know it, it would come true…when he least expected it.