Thanks to all for all the positive replies :D seriously, I was giggling like deranged maniac when I read the responses to my prologue. I'd like to say something in which I forgot to state last chapter: Avenges is not mine, and neither is Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Obviously.

I'd like to thank Lastsolace for pointing out my geographical mistake. The coasting population Percy's taking refuge in is indeed Goa, not Boa. My bad xD.

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Percy knew that the guy in the expensive-looking floral shirt was watching him. The guy had neat shades, khaki shorts, and sharply trimmed facial hairs. One thing Percy could tell just by looking at this guy: he was an idiot. If you wanted to spy on someone, you gotta look like everybody else. The dude was probably pretending to be a tourist. His next mistake, who in Hera's name would want to tour this crowded pocket of the world?

Percy turned his back on the man before the observer could tell he had spotted him, and engaged himself with a conversation with an Indian woman who was selling some small, useful utensils. Toothpicks, a few toothbrushes, a pair of swimming goggles, well in-tact. Jackson whistled his approval.

"You sure did find a good deal someplace."

Accessories such as the ones listed were of high value in Goa. It wasn't like the Indian occupants were stuck in the middle ages or anything of that sort. But still, sunglasses that are not cracked, some shirts that are devoid of any rips. A few stains, granted, but no tears in the fabric. This was some high quality material by Goa's standards.

Percy picked a toothbrush from its open container. It was a cheap toothbrush, clear-ish grey. Thankfully, it didn't look like it had been used. The woman leaned against the wooden table which held the utensils. She was middle-aged, some grey strands in her black braids and mild wrinkles claiming her features. She smiled wide, revealing exactly five teeth. Five yellow teeth. Nasty.

"You like?"

Percy nodded. "I like."

"What happened with other brush?"

The young man looked up sharply, recognizing her for the first time. She was the same woman of whom he had bought his last toothbrush.

"Uh…" She had the right to ask. This was his second toothbrush to be bought in the same week. But Percy doubted she would believe him if he were to tell her that his previous toothbrush was previously sticking out of the eye of a particularly nasty hellhound. A hellhound of which was probably whimpering in some dark corner. Serves that beast right for trying to bite off his head and smashing half of his shack into shambles.

"Lost it," Percy chuckled sheepishly.

"Yes? Well make sure you lose this one too so more money for Tia!" The woman, Tia, laughed obnoxiously.

Percy chortled hesitantly along with her laughter. He had no money besides the four crumpled European bills in his pocket. And these people didn't accept foreign currency. Percy felt his pockets, feeling for something of value. He had already given up his gods-given watch for a jug of water. He downed that dirty liquid in six gulps.

Percy took his time, fully aware that he was under the expectant stare of Tia. Also under the burrowing glare of his stalker, who was now pretending to pick his teeth while gazing in a mirror of an open shop, but really was using said mirror to check up on Percy. The moron. Who hired this guy?

The young man fished out a golden pen from his pocket. He froze. By the gods...

Percy dropped the pen and took a step back. What are you doing here? Impossible. This pen... it was ripped from his. The connection was severed! He crouched own, staring. Why come to me now?

"What is wrong?" Tia took drew in a look of impatience.

The prince of the sea glanced up as if from a daze, blinking from his reverie. "Huh?"

"You going to pay with pen? Good pen, must cost fortune."

More than a fortune, mortal.

Percy scooped up the pen. His heart was a thundering drum in his ears as he grasped the weapon in his fist. It has been a long time, old friend. Too long of a time.

"Are you going to pay?" Tia made her words more pronounced. Her tone indicated that he was trying her patience.

Percy stood, his eyes still on the golden pen. "I… uh… I gotta go."

The Exiled Prince took a few steps back, eyes still on the pen. And then he ran, ran as fast as his immortal legs would take him. Percy ripped through the crowd, annoyed shouts in various Asian languages. He noticed that his stalker had broken into a sort-of discreet pursuit after him. Percy didn't care. He did not care.

He cleared the market place at a full sprint and wound down a path that lead to the beach. Tears were etched at the corners of his eyes and they were lost in the wind as he came to a stop just beyond the water. The sea. His domain. Or once was. Chest heaving, Percy lifted his head and shouted, his voice thundering over sea like a crashing tidal.

"WHY NOW?!"

The sea churned and writhed, the blue-grey depths responding in their own secret way. Secrets Percy knew.

"You banished me!" Percy screamed. "You threw into an oblivion like tossing aside a used RAG! And after I climbed out, suffering the torments of Tartarus, after all that you have done to me!" The prince took in a ragged breath. "AND YOU STILL EXPECT ME TO HELP YOU?! To save your petty lives time and time again while you cower on your thrones?!"

Percy gripped Aklusmos tighter in his fist before he hurled her out and over the sea. "I am no longer your puppet! AND I HAVE THE SCARS TOO PROVE IT!"

Perseus Jackson stood there on the beach, just out of reach of the tide. His chest heaved as it dealt with the aftermath of his tantrum. His blood churned with anger in his veins.

"You cast me out." He growled, teeth clenched. "And out I will stay. Fight your war. I will have no part in it."

That evening Aklusmos still had not returned.

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That's it, for now :) again, I am shocked with how much love this installment in Fanfiction is getting. Keep it up!