Friends Become Foes

Prologue

Must... Keep... Going... Don't... Give... Up...

Running for my life. Out of breath. Panting like an animal. Need to keep going. Can't let them catch me. What do I do? What did I do? Why do I deserve this? I thought that the camp was supposed to be a safe haven for Demigods like myself, not a community that wants - no, thirsts for my blood.

Five years ago, Camp Half - Blood welcomed me with semi open arms just like any new camper. And now... Now they are Kicking me out as if I was last weeks garbage.

After all I had done for them, is this how they treat me? I mean, I didn't expect them to treat me like the biggest celebrity in the universe or something like that... The way they treat me - or the way they treated me was as if I was the scum of the Earth. I had to get out of camp...

My name is Percy Jackson, and this is my tale. The tale of my miserable life after the giant war.

See, not so long ago - maybe a month or so ago, there was a war that had me as its leader for the gods side for a second time in one year. The war lasted for many terrifying months. Many lives were lost. Friends. Family. Mortals. The amount of lives lost... No number would have been sufficient enough to tell you how many lives were lost. I regret all of their deaths. Yes, even Octavians.

Since I was missing a few months before the we could officially begin, many campers -both Greek and Roman- blamed me for it. Sounds stupid, doesn't it? Well that's how they see it. They needed someone to put the blame on for their loses. So why not put me in front and start accusing me?

But at least their is hope for me. Not everyone was like that. Just a handful of my friends.

Will Solace. Travis & Corner Stoll. Jason Grace. My baby brother Nico di Angelo. Frank Zhang. Hazel Levesque. Piper McClean. And a few of the Gods. But that's just it. No one else.

I hate it. I hate being the only one. The only son of Poseidon. The only Demigod son of Poseidon. Sure I have Triton, my immortal half brother, but its not the same...

Oh and did I mention that Annabeth broke up with me just because I give her nightmares of Tartarus? Well she did. And those were her words. The words that Haunt me in my sleep...

I'm on the run now. Hiding. Never showing my face to the immortal world. Not even to my friends. They don't need me and I don't need them. I visit my mom and Paul every now and then but not all the time. I have practically forced them to keep quiet about my location every time I move.

As I have said before, they don't need me and I don't need them. As simple ad that. Cruel I know, but I am very paranoid about who I spend my time with.

I don't need them. I don't need them. I don't need them! I DON'T NEED THEM! I... Don't... Need... Them...