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He ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He chased after the man who took away something precious. He sees her golden locks of hair flying behind her as that man carried her further away. No matter how he chases after them, that man was always ahead of him. He prayed to the gods he could catch the man. They finally stopped at a cliff. Beyond them was the raging water and sharp rocks below. That man smiled as though the thought of killing amused him. He screamed her name but his voice wouldn't come out. He pleaded but that man showed him no mercy. That man jumped off the cliff while holding onto her. Her screams were torture to him. To Percy.

Perseus awoke with a jolt and ended up hitting his head on the hard wooden bed above his own. It was a surprise when Nico, his younger brother, didn't wake. Perseus, or better known as Percy, rubbed his newly received injury. It was that dream again. He had been having such nightmares, he's almost afraid to sleep. He got off his bed and walked out of his dark cabin. He winced as the bright rays of the sun hits his eyes. Soon, he adjusted to the brightness and scanned the horizon. He was back at home in Nauplia.

Percy's crew arrived at the bustling port. And, of course, his mother was there. Sally waved at her son, who just came back from America. "Percy, how are you? How was America?" she asked. "It was good. They were interested in our goods and we had a good buyer. But, they're clothes a little bit stuffy," Percy answered. "Well then, you can have a change of clothes after you tell me where Nico is," Sally said when she didn't see his other son. "I'll go get him."

After retrieving the lost son, Percy changed from the sweaty shirt and heavy pants to a chitoniskos. Later that day, his father, the leader of Nauplia, held a feast in dedication to his sons safe return and to Poseidon who was in fact his father.

The following day, Nico had decided to take a walk in the market. When he wasn't back for a few hours, Sally sent Percy after him. It was difficult to find a boy 4 years younger than him.

With such coincidence, he saw a girl trip; her books flying out of her hands. Some of the books landed near his feet. He helped pick it up and turned towards her. For a girl his age, she sure had a colorful choice of curses. She got up as Percy handed the books over. Though Percy was never interested in women, he wasn't blind. This girl had beautiful golden locks that tumbled down her shoulder and sparkling gray eyes. The girl took the books. "Thank you, sir," she said. "You're welcome," he replied. "Annabeth!" someone called. The girl turned towards the voice. "Luke," she replied.

Annabeth. So that's her name, Percy thought before he could help it. A man, a year or two older than him, with dirty blond hair and blue eyes came into view. "I've been looking all over for you," Luke said, worriedly. "Sorry, Luke," she apologized. "And who is this?" Luke asked, eying Percy suspiciously. "Just someone who helped me," she answered. "Well, thank you," Luke said. He turned to Annabeth and said, "We're leaving."

Annabeth nodded. As she left, she couldn't help but look back at the black-haired boy. She didn't even know his name. But it's not as though she would ever see him again. The only thing she would ever remember about him was his eyes. It was the most exquisite shade of green she's ever seen. It was the most beautiful pair of eyes she had seen. Those were eyes one would not forget so easily.

She and Luke headed to the port. Luke left her again to check their transport. He returned dejected. "What's wrong?" Annabeth asked. "We'll have to stay another day here. There isn't a ship heading to Athens or one that stops by," he said. "Well I'm sure there would be one. But first let's find an inn."

Percy found Nico at the theatre. He was watching a performance. After dragging the young boy back to where Sally waited for them worriedly. Percy was called by his father. "What is it?" Percy asked. "I'm sorry to ask you to do this. But you have to go to Athens for me."

"Why?" Percy said. "Many of my crew are receiving complaints. There isn't a ship stopping by Athens. I really don't want to force them to go," he replied. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

Percy shook his head. "I don't mind. When do I leave?"

"Tomorrow."

"Well, so as long as I'm the one to tell Mum."

His father laughed. "Fine. I'll tell. You can bring Nico, if you want."

"Sure."

Percy went to the forest. He scouted the area. Suddenly, a satyr tripped on a root. He quickly got up as he said, "I'm alright."

"Hey there, Grover," Percy greeted his friend. "Hi, Percy. How was America?" Grover asked. "Great. Hey, do you want to go to Athens?" he asked. "What are you going to do there?"

"My father asked a favor," he replied. "Sure. You need a moral supporter, right?"

"Yeah, sure."

Percy wasn't looking forward to it. As he thought of the trip, he wondered why he thought of Annabeth.

This is taken place in Ancient Greece. I've never actually thought of Percy's father's name. So, that's why I just refer to him as 'Percy's father'. I hope you like it though it is rather short. This is just the prologue.