My life was destined for hades to moment I was born because of him. That destiny finally came true when I lost her.
He stumbled along a busy sidewalk, glancing back every now and again.
Her eyes are wide and afraid, but not for herself, for her only son.
"Go to your room. I love you!"
"Yeah, yeah run along, kid."
"Lobe you, mama."
His tears fell faster down his face when he thought of the words she would never hear again. He pushes through crowds of people, crying out in pain every time he connected with someone. The ground had become slick under his bare feet, his wizard pj soaked, due to the downpour that seemed to grieve with him.
He lost his balance and his bruised and cut five year old body fell to the ground. In his attempt to prevent his face from getting even more injuries, he accidently caught himself on his right wrist, only to fall to the ground with a shriek of pain.
"THAT- THAT… DISGRACE HAS GOT TO GO!"
His mother threw her hands up, her normal kindness gone, "FOR WHAT? ACCIDENTLY GETTING YOU THE WRONG BEER?!"
The boy in the black and orange-red pajamas winched. The cuts he got as punishment still stung fiercely and his eye had turned a dark purple, his bruises and other small cut stood out against his skin. His wrist was still throbbing and swollen, and he was still unable to put pressure on it.
A smack sounded loudly and he scrambled up stairs knowing what was coming next, but as he heard his mama groan in pain and the thud of fist flying, he got mad. And for the first time in his short life, he was going to rescue her!
As his mind continued to remind him of his failure, the dark haired little boy cried. His whole tiny frame was screaming with pain, but he wasn't crying for himself, he was crying for her.
"GE AWAY FROB MY MAMA!" the tiny boy launched himself at the guillotines, bear of a man, only to get smacked away like a pesky little fly.
"You! You have caused way more trouble than you're worth! Time to get rid of you, once and for all."
The man picked up a steak knife, a gleeful, murderous look in his eyes.
As he knife plunged toward him, the boy closes his eyes, but the usual pain didn't come. Actually there was no pain to be felt, at least, not for the five year old.
"MAMA!" he cried over her body, feeling a dark hole consume his heart, his soul. His usual bright,lively eyes were now dark and dead. His unruly hair brushing the knife plunged into her stomach.
"R-run! Run and n-never l-look back! Just remember, i will love you a-always and f-forever." he got up and pushed past smelly gabe, but instead of listening to his mother, he looked back once more and saw gabe stabbing the rest of her life out of her.
Their eyes connected one last time.
Her blue eyes met his sea colored ones.
"RUN PERCY! I L-L-l-o…."
And he was gone.
Hecate was used to walking the streets of New York, but, however, she was not used to seeing little boys sobbing their eyes out in the rain.
Not my problem. Thought the goddess. And she was just going to keep walking past when she felt the ocean roaring in his veins.
She froze and looked sharply to the child, who had yet to notice her.
Poseidon once more has a demigod child sired from his blood and a mortal.
She glanced at the sky then the boy making the connection. This was not a storm from Zeus, it was from this boy. This powerful boy.
Hecate swiftly turns and crouches before the child.
"Little boy, are you alright?"
He jerks fearfully, tears giving no second thought to rolling down his cheeks. The goddess gets a glimpse of blue-green eyes.
"W-who are you?" he asks with wariness he shouldn't have to possess for years to come. And his head stubbornly remains tilted down.
"I am Hecate. Now, are you alright?"
Violent sobs rack his body, shaking the boy to his core, "N-no, I h-hurt."
She gently reaches out, "Where at?"
He slowly gets up, trembling all the way, but whether it was from pain or exhaustion, the goddess couldn't tell.
He finally meets her eyes, and the immortal being gasps, rage turning her normally green eyes black.
"Ebrywhere." the child had bruises covering his entire body, bloody marks cover his exposed skin and clearly came through his pajamas. His face was an absolute gory mess! His eye was swollen and so was many parts of his face, there was blood running down his face from the many cuts. Most was small and shallow, but one, above his eyes, was a deep gash.
The goddess, lost in her anger, didn't notice how wobbly he had become or how pale. She had barely caught him when he tumbled forward.
The boy sobbed as he started to lose consciousness.
"Mama is gone! And da las ting she said was, run percy! I dibent want to run! He- he took her! Stubid smelly gabe! I want mama!"
Hecate cradled the traumatized child and whispered to him, "Hush now child. Don't worry, you're safe. Now," she casts a spell, "Sleep."
Then the rain stopped.
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