Hear ye, hear ye! The Utterly Fabulous Z dost not owneth Percy Jackson and the Olympians in any wayeth, shape-eth, or formeth!
Short chappie ahead!
Demigod dreams are not fun. And flashbacks are even worse. For me, at least.
It was raining the day my mother died and my father took me. It was before my powers awakened and I got my scythe.
We were walking past an alley and a man attacked us. My mother told me to run. I didn't want to go. I hid behind a trashcan, and watched as the man beat my mom. He took out a crude knife and slit her throat. I screamed. The man came closer to me. "Be a good little demigod and don't fight back." He chuckled. His knife was at my throat when another man came into the alley.
He was wearing a pinstriped suit, spiked black hair, and he had my gold eyes. I felt like I knew him from somewhere, but I couldn't remember.
"Stay. Away. From. My. Daughter. Cyclops." The pinstriped man growled. The other man ran in fear before turning into gold powder. The pinstriped man turned to me. "Archaía Fýlax, my, you have grown. Do you remember me? Think back to your fourth birthday."
I had searched through my memories. The man had been at my birthday party. He had given me a hair clip (which turned out to be Enίai). He said it would protect me. I never took it off. The rest was a blur.
And there we go! A long chapter must be countered by a short one!
Sorry, this is probably the shortest chapter I have ever written... But never fear, my good readers! This is the only chapter that will be this short! Hopefully...
R&R!