PROLOUGE

Percy Jackson was no normal kid. While other teens worried about trivial things like homework, dating, and school, Percy ran, stole, and hid for his life while worrying about things like gods finding out about him and casting him into the pits of hell, monsters catching him and ripping him apart, and staying out of sight and mind of nosy mortals. You know, just your average Sunday evening.

Percy hasn't always had a life like this. In fact, his life was quite normal and peaceful until it all came crashing down on him. You see, Percy's father isn't a loving one. Nor is his father someone he has ever met. After all, its quite hard to have a father - son relationship with a titan.

Oceanus, the titan lord of the seas, was Percy's father. Fortunately or Unfortunately for Percy, he never knew this. Not until 2 days ago when his mother revealed the truth with her dying breath. She told him he had to learn to survive on his own, or he won't make it. She told him specifically to avoid the Long Island area of New York.

But that wasn't all she told him. She explained that the gods would seek to destroy him for his heritage, and monsters would love to get their hands on him because it would be a way for them to get revenge on the Titans for walking all over them and treating them with no respect.

He couldn't associate himself at all with the ocean, because Poseidon would recognize Titan blood the second he set foot in the water. No wonder she always kept him away from beaches. She told him that there was no one of this planet like him that wasn't immortal.

The closest thing to him were demigods, the children of the gods, who would destroy him if they ever found them. Percy would've never believed any of the things she just said, if not for the Minotaur that had disrupted their lunch and impaled his mother before he snapped its neck. As Percy watched the last bit of life and love leave his mother's eyes, he felt his heart clench and his whole body went numb as he stared at his mother, her eyes lifeless, unwavering, and unblinkingly.

He gently closed his mothers eyes. Her body slowly fell to the side, leaning against the diner's wall. He had to go. Now. He could easily hear the shrieking sirens in the distance, getting closer every second. Percy closed his eyes as he felt all hope evaporate from his body. He was terrified. For the first time in his short life, Perseus Jackson was alone.

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Percy's POV

I felt nothing. Nothing at all. When the hellhound the size of a large grizzly bear bit into my calf and savagely teared off a hunk of my leg, leaving nothing but a raw, bloody gaping hole, I didn't feel pain. Despair. Terror. i felt numb. I was ready to die. in fact, I wholeheartedly embraced it. The past 2 days of my life on the run has been living hell.

I couldn't wait for the sweet release of death to take hold of me, to let me forget all my troubles and live in peace forever. But something still drove me. If you asked me to tell you what gave me the adrenaline rush and what inspired me to twist my body around and brutally shove my fingers deep into the disgusting beast's eye sockets and gouge at it's eyes, I would give you the honest answer of I had no idea.

But once I saw the beast whimper in pain, I saw my chance. I jumped on the beast and unceremoniously shoved my fingers right back into the hell spawn's eyes. I hooked my fingers at the end and pulled as hard as I could until I heard a resounding pop!

The beast completely gave up on fighting and covered its eyes with its paws, cowering on its front legs and desperately trying to nurse its injuries. I began to sprint away again, knowing the beast wouldn't chase me anymore.

As I ran, I suddenly felt elated. I realized that no matter how bitter I was at the world, I didn't want to die. I've been given a colossal task, one that I am sure I will fail, but regardless, the beauty of the world is worth seeing every day.

And as this revelation came to me, I felt a searing, agonizing pain on my lower leg. I glanced down, and immediately grimaced and looked back up, trying not to be sick. The entire back of my calf was missing, sitting soundly in the hellhound's stomach. The the section of my leg that was left from that area looked like a red hunk of flesh.

I knew it was a horrendous injury, and I sure as hell wasn't going to be walking on it anytime soon. If I was able to get surgery or something, I'm sure my leg could end up good as new, but with a couple nickels, two empty bubblegum wrappers, a random bent paperclip and some lint, I definitely wasn't going to be getting surgery.

The last thing my fevered mind was able to think of was wishing that health insurance applied to fugitives before I fainted, my body dropping hard on the cold, unforgiving asphalt.

?'s Pov

Unbeknownst to the boy who just collapsed on the pavement, me and my group were watching. The kid was clearly an on-the-run demigod and probably just got done fighting a monster. Mortals dont tend to have bite wounds in the middle of the city the size of a shark attack.

"Hey Mason" I muttered to the 13- year old son of Poseidon, who really looked like he didn't want to be there. "We need to help this kid. Can you help me lift him up?" He huffed, clearly annoyed. "Do we have to actually help this idiot? It's his fault he got in that situation." he stated arrogantly. I glared at him with strong dislike, letting my eyes narrow into slits.

"Ok, Ok. Damn Annabeth, if looks could kill, I would be in Elysium right now." he muttered. Pfft, yea right. He would never make it into Elysium. I shook my head to clear my thoughts, which often became cluttered due to my nature as a child of Athena. I got up and slowly approached the unmoving figure that was the boy we just witnessed pass out.

I studied him carefully, taking note of every detail. He had medium length windswept black hair, with small streaks of green in it that gave him a unique look. I couldn't quite see his eyes, but I took note of his lean physique and tanned skin. He had tattered, grimy clothes and a slight grimace on his face as he lay there.

My eyes drifted down to his legs and I could see a very large pool of blood forming underneath one of his legs. I quickly flipped him over and gagged at the sight of his calf. It didnt even look like a leg, it was just a chunk of meat that was raw and caked in blood. I hurriedly reached into my backpack and poured some nectar down his throat.

I also tried to feed him some ambrosia, but he simply wouldn't eat it and I didn't need him choking on it. I looked at my partner with contempt. He looked right back at me, his sea- green eyes locking with my gray ones. I looked at him for a moment, noticing how he looked slightly miffed by the way I was looking at him. "Well, are you just going to stand there or are you going to help me get him to camp?" I said angrily.

He snapped out of his trance and looked at the boy with something that looked close to disgust "How do we even know he's a demigod? He could just be some stupid mortal." I sighed at my partner's stupidity. "Seeing as he's alive and well after feeding his nectar, and not burning up, hes obviously a demigod. Now come on dunce, we need to get him to camp as quickly as we can." He looked at me with clear anger in his eyes "Don't talk to me like that. I bet you're just jealous I got credit for returning Zeus's bolt and journeying through the Sea of Monsters untouched." he finished smugly.

It took all of my willpower, and I mean ALL my willpower not to punch him where the sun doesn't shine and go off on him. My fatal flaw is hubris, and he has the audacity to say that to me? I took a deep breath to calm myself, and looked at him with a sickly sweet smile, letting venom drip into my words "Let's just get him to camp so I don't have to keep talking to you." "Fine" he said, looking triumphant and arrogant as if pissing me off was an accomplishment.

I decided to drop it as I picked up the kids legs and Mason got his head. We had to get back to camp. Chiron had sent us to make sure the city was normal because of all the odd monster activity recently. We obviously hadn't expected this, but Argus was waiting for us a couple blocks away and having another demigod for the cause was certainly worth the trip, seeing as nothing had gone wrong.

As I thought, I looked at the boy curiously. He didn't look like any other demigod I've ever seen at camp, and I've been there for about half my life. I had a feeling he would be special.

I had no idea how right I was in saying that he was special.

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