The New Beginning (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

William I

K, here is the first chapter. It's kinda a work in progress but I think it's ok. Also I did this without letting any one know, sue me. werewolfboy here is my signiture picture.

William I

Hi, my name is William Morto Jones and I'm a demigod. I haven't known for long but really, for all I know I knew since I was six. Okay, okay, I haven't known since I was six but you get the point.

I am here to tell you a story but not like other people tell stories, no. When I start a story, I start with a question, often the question is a question of who or what and sometimes even when. Today, my story will start with that and hopefully you will understand the reason I tell you this story is not for personal gain, but as a warning and a message.

When you think of sadness what do you think of? Crying? Death? Losing your pet hamster after you've had him for three years, ever since he was a baby, and your parents say he's gone to the home for happy hamsters?

Well your all wrong, I've know sadness yet I have never cried, not once. I've known death but that just causes sadness, I have known losing a pet (even if they didn't go to the homes of happy snakes and crows) and like death they just cause sadness.

Perhaps, just now, you have looked sadness up on Google, and have discovered it is the condition of been sad, so you looked sad up, and discovered it is feeling or showing sorrow, so of course you have looked up sorrow, and found that it is a feeling of deep distress caused by loss, disappointment, or other misfortune suffered by oneself or others.

Of course whoever wrote this has not known true sadness, they have only known the sadness of an earthly misfortune. But imagine, just for a moment, having absolutely everything, and losing it all to those who spite you, the feeling you have now, that would be true sadness. That is the sadness that I have felt, that my sisters have felt and my father has felt. Of course now you want to know what caused this so it is my duty to tell you, and tell you I shall...

My day finished like any other, I had my dinner and went upstairs to have a shower. After I had my shower my little brother Mitchell decided he wanted to fight me, he is 4 and I'm 13 so it would be easy for me to win. He threw a punch at me and plopped a blanket over me so I couldn't see where I was going. I heard footsteps towards our room, so I assumed he went in there, and judging by his next words, the lights were off.

"You can't touch the shadows, so you can't touch me!" He cried in glee.

You see, Mitchell had come up with this crazy idea that I couldn't touch a shadow, of course I love darkness and so I went right in not even bothering to take the blanket of my head. As I walked in without any idea where he was seeing as he had gone quite I suddenly heard a noise, it wasn't a normal one that you hear every but a sound that reminded me of the sea. I heard voices, millions of voices talking at once all saying different things and I was unable to hear what any of them where saying. Except for one, it sounded remarkably familiar even though I was sure I had never heard it before.

"Three steps forward." It said "Five to the left and two too the right." Despite the fact that I was hearing voices in my head I paid it no mind and followed it's instructions. Once I reached the destination I stuck my hand out in front of me "Argh!" Mitchell screamed before shouting, "laser-vision underwear!"

I know, random but that's just how Mitchell was. Of course I got in trouble afterwards but that didn't matter. That night it took me a solid hour to sleep and as usual, I dreamed.

The next morning I woke up tired instead of refreshed. I knew I had dreamed last night and I remembered little snippets of it, a plane, a ticket, a skull with wings behind it, and strangely enough a girl, one that I had never seen before. I could remember those things but no specific details like, what the plane looked like, what was on the ticket, where the skull with wings was, and absolutely nothing about the girl other than the simple fact that she was a girl.

The day went by as usual. Eat, work, eat, play, work, nap, eat. Now I know what you're thinking, he needs to take a nap? Is he three or something? No I'm not three but if I don't get some sleep during the day then the next day I am cranky and no one likes it when I am cranky.

But that day instead of having a nap like I usually do I sat, and I thought, and then when I had finished thinking I grew angry. Why? You may ask. Why does thinking make you angry? Well it's not the thinking I hate it's what happens after or, to be more specific, what doesn't happen after. You see just like dreams I have trouble remembering my thought process, as well as things I just learnt and things that happened a long time ago.

I sighed and counted to one thousand to calm myself down before going down stairs and having my dinner. That night my parents argued, it took me two and a half hours to go to sleep and I dreamed.

That's pretty much how the next day went but it changed when I was supposed to take a nap. Gee, I'm gonna be really cranky tomorrow. Instead of taking a nap, I played with my little siblings, five of them in total, and tried to be a helping hand.

Honestly I don't know why I do it, instead of a thank you William, it's so kind of you to help us out, I'm going to let you read for longer to help you sleep I got this: "THAT'S NOT MEANT TO GO THERE YOU IDIOT!" (even though it was) And "WHY ARE YOU HERE I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP!" And worst of all "GO AWAY I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU!"

Normally I wouldn't mind this as I was used to it but not taking a nap for two days in a row made me snap, and for that I was in trouble. That night I remembered, I remembered exactly what I was thinking of during the hour of thought and I knew that it would soon bring me happiness.

I got out of bed and grabbed some clothes, some food, some money (stolen of course), my iPad, iPhone and portable charger, blankets, my wallet, a cigarette lighter (which will be hard to get bast security), other miscellaneous items and a backpack to store it all in. I then made it look like the important stuff was stolen and I was kidnapped, after all even if they actually noticed I'm gone, which is highly unlikely, I don't want to be in more trouble when I get back now do I?

It took me ages to get to the airport but it was well worth it. I snuck on to a plane to my destination by pretending I was part of a school trip going there.

I slept for most of the trip there and unsurprisingly I dreamt, but this time I remembered more of my dream than usual. It was defiantly the same as last time but now I remembered about the plane, it was the plane I was on now. The ticket, it was the ticket I used to get on the plane. The skull with wings, it was somewhere in the same country I was going to. The girl was a brunette wearing a brown dress that went to her knees, and looked like she was six years old. Red and black streaks flowed down along her hair, making herself look a little like an angry Queen guarding her tree in Minecraft. She had hazelnut eyes and the weird thing about her was that's he was wearing no shoes.

After waking up and getting off the plane I could finally relax as I had reached my destination, New York! That's right I was in the city that never sleeps and true to its name the city was a hustle and bustle from the airport I entered at to the alleyway I was spending the night there, I know a luxury five star hotel isn't it? Yes, I'm been sarcastic. Did you mistake me for someone who didn't have a home 'cause they ran away to another country? Good 'cause that's exactly the guy I am.

That night I had blissful, dreamless sleep. I know I didn't dream, glancing at the proof of sweat that I was soaked in, like my body had fought away the dreams and now was paying the toll. I got out of the alleyway and survived been mugged at least three times, what is it with cities and crime?

For something that was probably minutes but seemed like ages, I walked around, looking for something to do when I noticed someone and stopped in my tracks.

It was the girl from my dreams.

It seemed seeing me had the same effect on her.