Gods. Many that call the modern world home have long since acknowledged these great being of power. During the days of ole, they were worshiped as Gods. And rightfully so. They held powers beyond the comprehension of us mortals. Able to breath life into cold lumps of flesh, like the first of our kind. Able to bring about storms that had the potential to end life as we know it with nothing but a flick of the wrist. They were never dying, forever young, stop the food chain.

But as time wore on , we began to think to highly of ourselves. We became corrupt with the desires we were given by them. From them we inherited their greep, lust for power, regular lust, among others. And with that corruption, the downfall of our immortal fathers and mothers began.

That ignited their anger towards us. But because of laws put into effect before even their parents were though of, the Gods could not just wipe the slate clean. Because of their anger, their powers reacted on their own and caused destruction on the mortal world.

As with all causes, there is an effect. This cause our hearts to hate our immortal family. So we turned towards the mortals in power. Our kinngs, Queens, anyone we could find.

But, like the lust we gained from them, the males came after our females and vis versa. To insure of their reign, they spawned children of incredible power. These children became heros, legends that preformed incredible feats no normal human was capable of. And because these direct descendants of our rarely seen Gods were mortal like us became our heroes and idols, we started to believe once agin. But hatred doesn't just fade. Not, it festers in our hearts until it grows to powerful.

But like one of the great philosophers spoke, "The one that does not learn from our pasts, it is doomed to repeat itself."

And as time wore on, and our minds evolved, as did our society, so did our beleifs. IT angered them, but their hands were stilled by their fear of becoming their own fathers and mothers. But because they did not take action, that did not mean their offspring did.

Wars were fought in their names, blood was shed because of the hatred we held for them. We believed that we were the supreme specious despite our lack of immortality and unnatural powers. But as time passed, the true reason for the wars and battles was lost, buried under the belief that the modern mortals held. That there were no higher beings then us. And like all things, they were...

Forgotten

Its ironic really. The few mortals still loyal and most immortals call the eldest of the Titans The Forgotten Goddess. But what we failed to notice was with our beliefs, was their power. The more they were revered, the more powerful the grew. But as we stopped believing, their powers waned. Despite the lack, with a mere snapped, they could wipe us all away.

But, behind all of this, the threat of the enemies of the Gods grew. So, to protect their creation, they gave birth to halfbloods once more. Their children fought behind the scenes for us, defending us from total annihilation.

But that is a story for another time. This story is the tale of a great hero named after a long dead legend. This hero is the child of the Gods, working behind the curtain of the norm to make sure the Gods reign continued and the mortals lived in peaceful ignorance.

This is the tale of how a single demigod defended the world against all odds.

This is the tale of a halfblood that ascended the mortal plane, beyond our comprehension and became a legend... a God in his own right.

This is the story of...

Perseus Jackson.

A/N: This chapter was actually meant to be the second chapter. But for some reason, I had forgot to post it. I also apologize for the delay. My computer is... Gone. But o have plans to get a new one within the next two months. Once again I'm sorry for the delay. Life got in the way.