I'm trying a mystery/adventure style. Honestly, I've never tried mystery before, and just today, I felt like doing it. Note that this is just a prologue, so it may have not so much of a thing to do with Percy Jackson and the Olympians, but trust me, more will come. Again, I do not own the Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and either Rick Riordan or Disney Hyperion does, but I am not sure who does. Are you ready for the story? Well, let us start, in a corner of the darkness, in a snowy night.

One Shattered Past

Chapter 1: A Snowy Night

I woke up. I looked around, it was a dark room. No lights, only lit by the moonlight. I was on a rug, on one side of the room. On the other side, there was a cupboard, which every drawers were stuck open, like somebody was searching the room. Papers and clothes were everywhere on the ground. A table, overturned at the window. At the end of the bed, there was a garbage bin, empty. A chair was down on the floor, one of its legs broken. The room was dirty, full of brownish shades. A pair of sneakers was put at the door. I got up and walked over to another door. I opened the door, and I found a dirty, smelly toilet, probably not cleaned for days, hell, even months. I closed the door, unable to stand the toilet odor.

Somehow, I knew where to look for everything. I reached under the bed, and found a rucksack under it. I pulled it out, and opened it up. Inside, there was a pair of brown leather gloves. I put them on, and it gave me a warm feeling. I also found some cash and a bobble hat in the front bag of the rucksack. I also put it on, since it was snowing outside. My name is… Wait. What is my name? I started to panic. I tried to remember something, but it was useless. All I could remember were the logical stuff, like how to buy a train ticket or how to speak, etc, but I can't remember any detailed thing. I stopped trying, and started packing up. I folded clothes up, and crammed them into the rucksack. I found a dark brown jacket, and put it on.

I put the sneakers on, and opened the door. I didn't know where I was going, but all I know is I am not staying in a broken-up home. Besides, I don't even know if it was my home. I took a few steps outside, and turned around, looking at the room. It was a small building, with no signs, no house number, and no nothing. Next to it was a Chinese restaurant, and a mechanical shop. I decided to walk into the mechanical shop. I opened the door, and stepped inside. The shop was heated. The building looked very normal, but full of tables with tools on it, and a case of stairs leading upwards to another room. Somebody was under the bottom of a car, doing something on a skateboard-like cart. He slid out from under the car. He was an old man, in a grey jacked and trousers, with grey hair and short moustache, smoking.

"What is it?" He asked, in a boring tone.

"U-uh sir, do you recognize me?" I asked.

"Nope. Never seen you before in my life. Now if you're done, boy I have some work to do. Hit the road."

I walked outside. It has stopped snowing, but still cold. The sidewalk was filled with snow, and the road was almost empty, with a few zebra crossings and a few cars passing by once in a while. There were rarely any people walking outside. I just noticed that there was a wristwatch on my left arm. I pulled my jacket sleeve back, and looked at the time. Three in the morning. It was obvious that nobody was taking a stroll this late at night. I walked past the Chinese restaurant. I looked inside it through the glass window. Every single table in there was empty. There were no sign of anybody inside, but all the lights were on, as if it was Christmas. Well, it may be Christmas, but I don't know yet. That was when I noticed that I was starving. I opened the door, and walked in.

Inside, there were two women, dressed in a Chinese dress. One was behind the reception, and the other one was in front of it. One of them showed me to a table, and I sat on it. The table was lit by candles, in the center of it and a chair, facing each other. Plates and cutlery were carefully arranged at the side of the plates. I sat on the chair, which was clothed in white, just like the tablecloth. I took the napkin from the plate, and put it on my lap. A woman walked over and gave me a menu, and I ordered a bowl of noodle. There was an instrumental Chinese music playing, echoing over the restaurant, and I did not notice other guests. Well, it was three in the morning.

I waited at the table for around fifteen minutes, then the same woman that showed me the way to the table walked over, and placed a bowl of noodle in front of me. I did not wait, and started eating like a savage. I felt my strength returning, even though I didn't even know that if I have lost them. It felt as if I haven't eaten for days. Not long after that, I finished the bowl of noodle, and ordered the billing. I was drowsy, and rested my eyes. I was almost asleep, but I heard footsteps from behind, which made me open up my eyes. All the three women were at my table. They were smiling. It took me a few seconds later to tell that they were not smiling. They were smirking.

One of them pulled out a knife and sent it flying straight at me. Somehow, by my senses, I leapt out of the chair, which got a knife through it, right in the middle.

"Are you crazy!" I yelled at them. "What do you think you're do-"I didn't finish that sentence, as I looked up at them. Their hair was on fire and they had scaly textures on their legs. "W-what the hell are you!" I said, backing away more.

"What the Hades, boy, not what the hell." One of them said as she threw another knife at me. I lay flat on the ground, as it impaled the wall right behind me. "This one is quite special, sister." One of them said.

"Don't you see?" Another one of them started. "He's a half blood. This meal shall be tasty." She finished. What the hell is a half-blood? Well, I didn't think further, as she threw a knife at me again. It grazed me at my elbow, dealing a shallow wound at my right arm, and it continued to sail into the wall, making a blunt sound as it pierced into the wall.

"A half blood… hasn't tasted one of them for a long time…" one of them said.

"Yes… since that damned son of Ares killed us." Another one of them said, in an angry voice, which tossed three knives at me at the same time.

"What's with the knife, sis? Can't we just kill him now?" The last of the sisters who hasn't spoken yet said.

"You are totally crazy!" I interrupted them. It was later, when I realized that I shouldn't have said that. One of them came up at me at an incredible speed, punching me to the ground in my face. My nose was bleeding, and I was on the floor, coughing blood. I have never felt that much pain in my life. Well, if I did, I didn't recall it anyways. The girl with flaming hair seized me by the throat, and pressed me to the wall. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't speak. I couldn't do anything. Is this the end of my life? So that's it? Waking up remembering nothing and getting killed a half an hour later? No. I told myself; I wasn't going to die.

My instincts kicked in, and I grabbed the girl's throat, and closed my eyes as I squeezed as tightly as possible. Suddenly, I could hear electricity crackling at my hand. The girl was screaming in agony, and I opened my eyes. I looked at my left hand, and noticed that I wasn't wearing a leather glove. I was wearing a gauntlet, which was shimmering with electricity, electrocuting her. Soon, she released the grip, and vaporized into golden dust.

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