A/N : This is my first fan fiction, read and let me know what you think. Keep in mind this is just the preface I have the first chapter all written up and done. I'll probably be posting it tomorrow or later tonight. constructive criticism is welcomed.

DISCLAIMER: I am not Rick Riordan . . . I do not own anything Percy Jackson related . . . I am also not John Green. . . My life kind of sucks if you think about it.

UPDATE: This story is in the middle of being edited. New chapters will be posted after editing and when ever school permits me to update. Thank you for every one that has been waiting, hopefully you will not have to wait much longer. I also want to say that yes I am a horrible person for not having updated sooner, but that's all in the past now so, yeah. -Courtney

Prologue

Every man has his own destiny;

The only imperative,

Is to follow it,

To accept it,

No matter where it leads him.

-Henry Miller

Grace

New York city. The city that never sleeps. It looked different than I pictured to be honest; instead of the beautiful tall standing, glittering, buildings that I had seen in pictures I was met with dirty streets and gratify covered walls of tall apartment buildings that looked like they wouldn't make it through the night. I wouldn't ever be here if it hadn't been for my father. He had a way of making you do something you didn't really want to. But, he did make a pretty good argument when he wanted to, that was for sure.

Not that he needed to know that.

The sidewalk was deserted; not a single person was out, except for an occasionally sleeping homeless person. The street lamps cast orange glows of light onto the cement, lighting up the dark city night. It was quiet; not the kind creepy kind of quiet, the one where you feel like someone is following you, but a peaceful quiet; where you would whisper into the night so not to wake a sleeping child. The kind that makes everything seems perfect and nothing could go wrong. The kind of quiet that gives people false hope and comfort. Where you feel safe even though everything around you gets ruined. The kind where you bundle up in a blanket with a cup of coffee and a good book with the sun rising in the background. The quiet that just seems to make everything in the world better, right.

I stopped in front of an old brick apartment building. The front steps were cracked and the metal railing was rusted, the black paint crumbling and falling to the sidewalk like an autumn leaf. Almost all the windows were dark and lifeless. But I knew he was up there. I could feel it. His presence was everywhere.

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The smell of burnt flesh was so overwhelming, that I had to pull the collar of my shirt up over my nose to keep from gagging over the stench. I pulled my dagger out of the dead Monster and watched it turn to ash, the wind blew it down the alley and out of sight, the smell following it closely behind. Letting my shirt collar fall off my nose. I pulled my shirt up and place the dagger back into the holster around my waist. I looked down to see that I was a little worst for wear but not to the point were I had holes all over my shirt, and rips in my jeans.

Sighing at my rumbled appearance, I turn to the fire escape of the apartment building, and started to climbed up to the window on the tenth floor. Stopping on the tenth floor fire escape, a little garden of potted plants sitting by the window, with the screen already pushed out and leaning against the wall of the old brick building. I looked into the small bedroom, the twin size bed was pushed up against the wall, a dresser, and a small desk were all that occupied the room, not a person insight.

I gently pushed the window up and it slide smoothly open. Pushing it up all the way up I climbed inside the tiny bedroom. Taking it all in I went to the dresser and started to go through it, hoping beyond hope I wouldn't find what I was looking for. Pushing aside a green shirt I found a pack of condoms, I put the t-shirt back over them, and shaking my head, continued in my search.

Finally, having gone through every draw in the bedroom, I turned my attention to the small desk. It was cluttered with books that were written in Greek, and there was a math book, flipped open to a page about linear graphs.

Poor boy, that must have been torture. It would of been for me, how I hated geometry. Suddenly I was stopped short by a picture that was on the wall that the desk was pushed against.

It was of a couple. They were in what looked like a park. A bunch of people standing around them or in the background of the picture. There was a lake and picnic tables and some cabins. They were sitting on a small floating dock. Their backs towards the clear blue water.

The girl was beautiful, that much was obvious. Her golden blond hair curling pass her shoulder, down to her slender waist. She was leaning against the boy who had his arms around her waist, hugging her to him. She smiled at the camera, laughter and love shining in her wondrous gray eyes.

Annabeth Chase.

But it wasn't her that stopped me in my tracks it was him, the one I've only hear stories of. Myths really. I stared at his messy dark brown hair, so dark it was black, and his piercing sea green eyes. The same green eyes I saw every day when I looked in the mirror. The same dark hair that I had up in a ponytail at this exacted moment.

It was Percy Jackson. Hero of Olympias. Son of Poseidon, the sea god. And my half-brother.

So thoughts? Good or bad?