Disclaimer: Miss Author does not own PJO and wishes that Mr Riordan would hurry up with MoA.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed:
potatofairyilzm - yeah no...but you can name your characters wayn if you do mrs teacher's creative writing thingy.
TheMysteriousHi - thanks for the offers, but I'm going to go with Lukas.
Saving Grace - why can't you become an author now? why do you have to wait until you're thirteen?
ThukeFANGIRLEVA - that gives me an idea...maybe Lukas meets the huntresses somehow...
vball17girl - thx for the name...i still don't know for a last name tho...what do you think about Castell. Its like Castellan without the 'an'. ANYONE ELSE CAN COMMENT ON THAT TOO PLEASE!

"Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free." -Jim Morrison

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A four year old boy climbed over the couch, ran around the coffee table, and crawled around the living room floor of a lovely white house with huge corinthian columns. An old woman walked into the room.

"Avia!" The little boy stood up and waddled over to the old lady. "Lookie what I made!"

The old woman had her gray hair knotted in a tight bun at the nape of her neck and looked like she should be ringing bells at Notre Dame.

"Ah yes, Lukas, but…uh, what is it?" The old woman bent down and studied Lukas's Lincoln Log building.

"It's the Pantheon!" whined Lukas. "You don't like it? WAHHHH!"

"No, no, no, no, no," the woman patted Lukas's head. "Of course is the Pantheon. It's just your dome doesn't…wait a minute, where did you hear about the Pantheon?"

"School." Lukas smiled innocently.

"You don't go to school."

Lukas ignored her and knocked down his Lincoln Log Pantheon and started to rebuild.

"Avia, go away so I can build!" Lukas shooed the woman away.

Suddenly a hologram of a man wrapped in a black cloak appeared in the air in front of Lukas.

Have you done what I asked? The image asked.

"Uh huh." Lukas nodded. For a four-year-old, Lukas was pretty mature.

Good, good.

"Metus, I don't like what you doing." Lukas looked down at the floor.

What did you say?! The man in the cloak asked in a deadly cold voice.

"I just-I just don't—" Lukas stammered. He wanted to stop helping the scary man but didn't know how.

You were destined for greatness a hundred years ago, Luke Castellan, but you failed to complete you fate fate, and I have given you another chance! Your filthy mortal mother feared losing you the most, and she died with her fears confirmed. You will too if you wish to feel my wrath! I am the most powerful of the gods! I can make your worst fears haunt you until you die!

Suddenly, Lukas cowered in fear. His four-year-old mind could put words to the feeling, but he felt like a big meanie stole his Lincoln logs and wouldn't give them back until Lukas agreed to do whatever the bully ordered him to do. Lukas started crying. He curled into a ball and cried, "Stop it! Stop it, stop it, stop it! WAHHHHHH!"

"That will teach you not to cross me again, Luke Castellan." With that, the hooded figure disappeared and Lukas lay shivering on the floor. That was how the woman Lukas called 'avia' found him.

"Oh, dear," the woman cradled Lukas in her arms. "It's okay, let it out. The gods will help you." The woman began singing a lullaby. Lukas understood the words of the song, but didn't understand that his avia was singing in Latin.

"Avia, who was that scary man?" Lukas looked up at the woman.

"Shhh, knowledge is not always a good thing. You must be patient, young one. Your fate still awaits you."