I was alone for a large part of my life I ended up on the streets at age 5 after hellhounds killed my mother. Even now I could hear the crunch of her spine smell her blood.

It was not until two years later I was running from a pack of wraths through thw streets of L.A that a man appeared before me, no not a man this being radiated power in waves like a radiator on full force.

He looked to be wery old at least 40 or more he had black hair with gray streaks in it and a scar through his right eye. He was clean shaven besides a bit of side burns that ended just above his tall jaw bone.

His wery eyes seem to have seen many things good and bad, right and wrong, simple and complicated. Strangest of all though his eyes and many other things about him were wery like mine we had the same golden eye color, the same high cheekbones, the same eyebrows and the same thums for some reason.

But as much as I wanted to think about this longer and talk to him I still had those wraths after me. Then he did something I did not expect... he took out a scithe that looked sharp enouugh to cut through a boulder or even a mountain. With his weapon in his right hand he raised his left hand in the air. As I was about to yell at the man to run because no matter how sharp your weapon is numbers are a big thing in a battle, I'd learned that the hard way against monsters in the past. But as the man stood there his eyes seemed to catch fire and gain that extra to make his eyes a true bright golden color.

He releashed a shockwave at the wraths wich I swear seemed to slow them to a crawl. As the wraths finally came to a halt the man mooved forward with his scithe and siced through them as if they were maid of warm butter.

As the finale wrath turned to golden dust the time seemed to return to it's original pace all around us. He advanced towards me I felt suprisingly calm like I knew he would not hurt me and the closer he came I started feel as if I were a kid waiting forr his father to pick him from school. He looked at me with concern in his eyes and when he finally spoke it was with warmth and care that looking back now would have made Hestia jealous.

„Are you hurt chmp any bruises or cuts." He asked

I was still a æittle dased from the battle I just wittnessed and I think he understood that beacause he waited for my answer and did not rush me to answer his question.

„I...I I'm okay sir just a few bruises but nothing bad." He didn't seem quite satisfied by my answer and staredd at me like he had just vaught me with my hand in the cookie jar.

Are you going to tell me the truth or are you going to keep lying to me.

I felt kinda bad he did save my life so I guess I do owe him at the very least the truth.

„I have a stingin headache sir after I fellon the way here sir" I mumbled almost inaudiobly at the man.

The man wearing a modern jacket and no tie went in to his jacket and brought out some stuff that looked unlike anything I had ever seen it was a glass bottle that had liquid that seemed to glow even though it was clear as water.

„This champ is called nectar it heal any injury short of dying and strong poisons so a minor concussion such as yours should be simple enough for it to cure." He said with some mirth in his voice.

„Thank you sir" I said in a timid tone as I uncorked the bottle and took a smallm sip I was surprised to find that it taisted like my moms choclate cookies and cold milk.

As I was about to return him the bottle that even though should have been about halve empty was still full as if I had never taken a sip from it at all.

„He shook his head and tlod me to keep the bottle beacuse „you never know when you might need it" so I put it in my backpack and hoped I wouldn't have to use it to often.

But who am I kidding by next year I would probably have taken a 1000 „small sips". As curiosity got the better of me I could not help but ask.

„Why...why are you helping me?"

I tried to keep my tone as much neutral trying not to sound ungratefull. As luck would have it I sucseded somehow.

„No need to be scared, it's a very good question one most if not all would ask and the answer is that I am your uh...please don't be to angry for this."

I didn't know wether to laugh or be scared of his answer for he basicly radiated power before, now looked like kids my age who broke their mom's favourate ornament.

„I...I am your father. My name is Kronos." He sputtered out and flinched before squising his eyes shut.

„... ... ..." I didn't know how to respond. Here was the man that my sung praises about my own father came and rescued me from wraths and was talking to me.

„Why are you here!" Even though I ment for it to be a question it came out as a harsh demand.

He winced as he replied „I...I was only able to come out now Percy. Beleve me I wanted to come earlier when your mother Sally died, when you were chased by monsters when you were hurt I wanted to but I could not I am imprsoned by my children. When I came out the first time I was so happy to be free I didn't know if it would be perminant or not I was going to set some things in order when I...when I saw your mother she was the most beutyfull thing I have ever seen and twelve months later we had you but before I could take you two home my freedom was at an end. I was only able come here now to rescue you and give you something."

At this he pulled out an mp3 player with headphones and handed them to me. At my confused look he told me to unplug the headphones.

So I did just that. But as soon as I did that the player transformed into a sword so magnificent and strong it practicaly oosed power. On the side of the blade was an inscription in anchient greek translaiting to Clockwork. In my other hand where my headphones had been was now a black and red shield with an golden inscription wich said „Golden age of man soon returns„

As I looked up to thank my father only to be greeted by an empty alley and an silver arrow headding straight towards me. Which I barley managed to evade.

„What are you doing here little boy." Boomed a girl wich looked to be only a few years older than me. Sheesh I know girls are supposed to mature faster but this is just rediculus.