The Wanderer
Hi everybody! This is my first fanfic and flames are accepted!
Chapter one
Unknown POV
A solitary figure stood upon a hill gazing up at the moon. His body cast long trails of shadows in the moon-light. Staring at the moon always comforted him. Unlike everything else, the moon never changed. Even after the two thousand years he's looked at it. Sighing, he turned around and began to silently but quickly raced through the darkness back to his camp. An hour later, he set up camp after sprinting nonstop through the forest. Moments later, he sat in front of the fire. The next day he would pack up and leave to wander around the country as he had for thousands of years. He had been cursed to never die. Many people thought that would be a blessing. In reality though, it,s a horrid curse never to age, never to die. To see his friends die in old age when he was as young as the day he was cursed. The gods, Chiron, Lupa,and the oldest members of the Hunters of Artemis knew who he was. Mortals who saw him assumed he was just some homeless sixteen-year old. But he was far,far,more. He was Tamer of Cerberus, survivor of Charybdis and slayer of the original Empusa and countless other monster. He was "The Cursed One". He was "The Wanderer". He was Percy Jackson.
Please let me know what you think!
This is Agent Jackson signing off.
