Percy Jackson: The Cursed Hero

A New Beginning

As a demigod, I accepted the fact that my life would be hard and brutal. But after a year of being on the run, I've finally accepted that it was a cruel one.

For all those who don't know my name, let me answer that for you. My name is Percy Jackson, a present day exiled son of Poseidon living on the run from the Gods of Olympus, and now the Gods of Asgard. For years, I had been living a life that seemed to be more ancient than most. Ever since the Gods of Greek and Norse combined forces, the world has been shaped and bent out of balance, forcing the mortals of today to live with no power to light up their cities, and were left to fight and survive like the mortals of old.

Why is it that I was exiled, you're probably asking yourselves. Well, years ago back at Camp Half-Blood, I was framed for a major crime that I never committed. The crime: the murder of the God of Wine, Dionysus. I might've disliked him due to his rude tendencies and vile behaviour, but I respected him completely because of the fact that I helped his son survive both wars. He was killed right in front of me, with his blood splattered all over me. The campers saw this, and immediately blamed me. Well, one of the demigods did, but he got everyone else convinced that I actually killed Dionysus.

Now, that wouldn't have been anything serious since gods would be able to reform after a while. But this time was completely different, mainly because Dionysus was killed for good. No coming back. His soul was just removed from existence, never to return or be born again. That was as serious as it got, and Zeus had then ordered for me to be brought to Olympus to face justice.

Only I didn't. I ran. I ran as far as I could. Tried visiting my mom in Montauk so I could lay low. But as soon as I got there, I saw something that broke me completely. Both my parents dead, right in front of me. Paul's body was snapped in two, his neck bleeding profusely until it soaked the entire floor. My mother was lying on her side, a knife in her stomach as she lay there, breathing heavily. I rushed to her side, and held her as she looked up at me, her eyes going glassy. She didn't speak and neither did I, but we just looked at each other which said everything that was needed to be said. She died after a minute, her last breath giving out as she closed her eyes for the last time.

I wailed loudly, my cries of grief echoing into the night sky as I buried my face into my dead mothers neck, pleading with anyone who could hear my voice. I just couldn't take it. My whole world had been torn in two, and I knew that it wasn't going to mend at all.

Worse still, my little sister Estelle was nowhere to be seen. There wasn't any evidence that she was killed, so that meant that she was taken. Kidnapped. Where she was right now, I had no idea. I just hoped and prayed that she was keeping strong and that she was safe.

That night, I burned my mother and step-father on the shores of Montauk, after making two funeral pyres - something I promised my mom that I would do if she died. For her to be cremated instead of burying. As I watched the fires dance around their shrouded bodies, I felt a presence behind me. From the way that I could feel my pain and anger almost consume me, I knew who it was.

It was Ares who arrived. He saw the funeral pyres, and had guessed what happened. He then proceeded to make me an offer: instead of me being useless and alone, I could take up the mantle of being his loyal servant on that day until my last day. All he needed was my word that I would serve him. I was in so much pain and grief that I didn't bother denying him. And to that day, I was in binding oath to the God of War.

However, I wished to this day that I didn't join him since he ordered me to do unspeakable things to the enemy allies that sided with the Titans and Giants in the last wars. Ares had given me a set of blades for this purpose - two fire-imbued blades that, forged in the foulest depths of the Underworld. Once the chains were wrapped around my wrists, they were seared on and were never to be removed unless by powerful magic and sorcery. I used those very blades to kill every monster, under the eye of Ares who kept my presence a secret.