Percy had just turned eight, but his father never came to see him, like he said he would. Well, Percy didn't really know if his father really did say that, but the dream he had seemed too real. He believed everything his dad had said in that dream, it just seemed so genuine. Percy swung himself of the swing, trying to get his mind off of things. His mom had to leave to go to work, so she left him at the park so he could have fun, but he had no one to play with. He sat on the swings, alone. Suddenly, two tall, incredibly odd-looking boys approached him. They looked about 10, and they were grinning like Gabe does, cruel, and not a friendly smile. He knew these guys were bad news, and got off the swing. He took a couple steps back, but the boys just followed.

"Hey, what's your name?" The taller boy said. He was at least a foot taller than Percy, if not more. The boy didn't exactly say it like a friendly person would've, Percy noticed. He stayed quiet and backed up, but then backed into a wall. The boys surrounded him, and laughed. "I said, what's your name?" The taller one pushed him onto the ground, and Percy felt tears sting his eyes.

"Leave me alone!" He shouted at them, but they just laughed. The shorter one called him a wimp, for reasons he didn't quite understand. A single tear escaped his eyes, and the boys were laughing even harder now. He didn't understand what was funny, it really hurt. "You guys are bullies!" He said, quieter. The shorter one got in Percy's face.

"Ohh, that's the best you can come up with?" He taunted. Suddenly, a boy approached the bullies. Percy thought he was a friend of the two boys, so he moved away from him, but the boy pushed the taller bully.

"Hey, lay off." He said. He was about Percy's age, so the bullies didn't take him seriously. Suddenly, an almost glowing figure appeared behind the young boy. It was the boy's dad.

"You boys need to find something better to do than taunting people younger than you." The man said, calmly. His voice was soft, yet stern. The bullies nearly stumbled over each other as they ran. The man patted the boy who defended Percy's shoulder, and walked off. The boy turned to Percy, and sat next to him.

"Hey, are you ok?" He asked, smiling. Percy wiped him eyes, embarassed that he was still crying.

"Y-yeah..." He said, but the other boy looked concerned.

"I'm Luke Castellan," The boy said, still smiling. Percy felt better, now that he had met a new friend.

"I'm Percy Jackson," He said, and shook the hand that was outstretched to him. The two young boys sat in silence, before Luke broke it.

"Wanna play on the playground?" He asked, and Percy nodded eagerly. Luke stood up, and helped the brunette up, before they ran toward the playground. They talked and played for the rest of the day, and Percy learned that Luke was his age, and he had the same problems as he did: ADHD and dyslexia. They had a lot more in common than they originally thought.

"Want to come meet back here tomorrow?" Luke asked, not wanting it to be the last time they talk. They had just met, but they felt like they'd been best friends for years.

"Yeah, of course!" Percy replied. Suddenly, Percy heard his name being called, and he saw his Mom. He had hoped she had a longer day, so he could have more fun with Luke, but obviously she didn't. His Mom gestured for him to come over, and he said goodbye to Luke, promising to meet back the next day.

They saw eachother every day, until they were 10. Percy had planned to meet Luke that day, but he never showed up. He was worried, Luke never ditched him, and if he did, he would always tell Percy. For the next week, Percy went to the park, and Luke was never there. His mom told him just to stop, that Luke wouldn't show up, and he had no choice but to listen to her. He had cried for hours, the day his mom told him just to let it go. He figured Luke had died, he had no idea what else to think, Luke wouldn't abandon him...

Would he?

Author's note:

Derp. :3 Oh god, I know, it's just the prologue, it'll get better.

I don't own the characters!