Vengeance of the Just.

Prologue.

Hey guys. I'm KR4TOS, and this is not my first story, although it does feel like that to me. Before the main event, I'd like to just put this forward, cause I'm not going to every chapter: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians nor do I ever hope to; I'll just ruin on to the story. Let's get on with it.

Welcome to Vengeance of the Just

Prologue

Epirus, Greece.

From the ruins of the Temple of Hades emerges a lone figure, clad in a black cloak. Looking around his surroundings, he walks over to a cliff overlooking the city nearby, and removes the cloth from his body.

Hidden underneath is a figure with the buff but lean body type of a swimmer that can be seen through his torn shirt, which is also stained with a yellowish pigment. A multitude of cuts and bruises are also present, and seem to be the source of the pigmentation. The biggest slashes can only be seen from behind, where two large scars run parallel to each other from the shoulder blades to the lower back. His lower body is draped with simple trousers, not unlike their modern-day counterparts, and were torn at the shins and thighs.

Jet black hair bordering on blue sprouts from his head in a messy fashion, held together only by a white hairclip which seems to emit great power . The jaw was somewhere between pointed and squared, complementing his slightly raised cheekbones. The nose was a little upturned, but could easily be mistaken for straight.

The most interesting part of the figure's features, however, are his eyes. Through the night, they appear to be pitch black with white dots in them, but turn to orange as dawn comes about. When the sun is high in the sky, it is as if the eyes reflect the color of the heavens above, and are seen as being bright blue. One could get lost in this cycle for centuries at a time.

After standing and staring at the city for over two hours, the man looks up, falling to his knees.

"I'm back."

Central Park, Manhattan, New York, USA

"NO! DON'T LEAVE ME AND ZOË!"

(Thump)

"Take care of her and the hunt, daughter."

(Thump)

"I CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU!"

(Thump)

"If you couldn't, I would not have created it."

(THUMP)

*BOOM*

(THUMP)

Artemis wakes up with a start. Checking the time, which was one in the morning, she rubs her eyes and thinks about the nightmare she just had. They started a week ago, showing the same event over and over again. She frowned. These hadn't occurred for over two millennia, why would they start now?

(THUMP!)

A thunderous sound jolted her out of bed. Wasn't the thumping part of the dream, or was it coming from something in her tent? Good thing they are soundproof, or the whole camp would be woken up. Searching for the source of the noise, her silver eyes rested on her bow, which pulsed with blue energy, causing the commotion.

Picking it up, the twelve-year-old-looking goddess feels a sense of warmth and comfort enter her, and the thumping stops. Figuring out what this means, she gasps and runs out of her quarters, heading for a certain lieutenant's. Impatiently knocking on the wooden post at the front, Artemis receives a lazy "Come in." as a reply.