Hey guys, man it sure has been a while, huh? I hope you guys are as excited about the remake of the original story as I am. I promise you, it will be just as good as the last one, maybe even better. Lets get those reviews in, shall we? Lets get the party started! Oh and, *sigh*, I don't own PJO. Man I hate that, do we have to, I mean its obvious, right?
My life was quite amazing, for the amount of time I had lived in it. I had made many friends, seen many things the average mortal person did not thing was possible. But, what is truly possible? Everything. From good, to bad. Hero's are turned into Villains, and vice-versa. The life of a hero does not change, until we try it. My name is Percy Jackson, Son of Poseidon and many, many other titles. But, your sure to find out all about that, aren't you? After all, my life was quite amazing, for the amount I lived in it.
Broken, pain, sadness, despair. Those things bring a person down to their knees, as if they were shackled to the earth. Me, of all people, know what its like. It hurts, the pain is like that of dying a million different ways, only to be brought back and relive it. I once had a name, one that belonged to the face that was happy, that had many loved ones and friends, and even a lover. Percy Jackson. A name fitting for that description, right?
Wrong. My name is Percy Jackson, a broken, weak, friend-less nobody. One that is hated by almost every one, except the ones who still thought of him as family. Though, is there anybody like that left, I wonder? Oh...right. There was a few. A girl with spiky black hair, that hung around her face in the way that could only be described as perfect, stormy blue eyes, full of energy. Thalia Grace.
A old god, his hands covered with scars as if he fished in his own hands, a tanned face, sea-green eyes, ones that belonged to me, at a point. Poseidon, God of the Seas, and my father.
A warm smile, as if it invited you where ever it went. A type of mother like aura, and a certain smell that followed her, the smell of home, a place where you can always return to, to be loved and accepted. Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth.
These three people stood beside me, even to the end. If I had the chance to destroy this cruel, senseless world, id save just those three people.
If only I had the chance...if only I had the chance to see those three people once again..."What if you could?" I jerked, the chains that connected me to the cold stone rattling. "Wh-Who's there?!" I called out into the darkness, not expecting a answer. "What if you had the chance to avenge the wrongs committed against you?" The voice asked me once again. I narrowed my eyes, scanning the darkness for a figure. But there wasn't one. "Well?" The voice, a male, called out. I hung my head, already knowing my answer. "There isn't a chance like that." I could hear the voice chuckle out, as if it were amused. "What if we could give you a chance like that?" A different voice said, not far away from the other one.
This one sounded like a battle-honed warrior, one who could take on almost anything. The voice before it, well...it was like it knew everything that was going to happen before it even could. He sounded like a absolute ruler. A king that you could put your faith in.
"Well? What do you say, young Perseus?" I jerked, the chains making loud creaks, breaking the silence of the chamber. "How do you know my name?!" I growled, wonder what was going to happen. This voice was a polar opposite from the other ones. It was gentle, soft, and a bit...motherly. It reminded me of Hestia.
I saddened at the thought of Hestia, missing her. But, I shook it off. This was more important, I could feel it. I looked straight into the darkness, as if I was staring at someone. "What can you do for me?" I asked, hoping for a response. After a few minutes of darkness, and no response, I sighed and slumped back down. Just as I was about to assume it as one of my crazed delusions, the king-like voice called back out to me.
"If we were to send you back to where you belong, would you once again protect if from the evils of its own earth?" I looked back up, in total silence. I smirked, finally seeing the figure. "Of course. I still have loved ones there, do I not?"
There it is guys, the first chapter of the remake of my original story, The Black Blood In My Veins. Sorry its short, but give me a break I haven't written in a long time, okay? Ill be back soon to add a new chapter.
Stay frosty, guys.