What if what everyone thought they knew of the Great Perseus Jackson wasn't all what it seems. Lie after Lie and yet no one questions him. Well that is until one person stumbles onto one little truth that started unraveling the lies he heard. Will P...
Flashback "Mommy." I whispered trying to shake her awake. I frowned she was cold. I looked around and grabbed my blanket and covered her up so she can be warm. I sat down and hugged my knees. My stomach was hurting. I looked around the abandoned factory. Mommy said to never go on the upper parts as it was too dangerous. So I was kicking a ball I found waiting for mommy to wake up. But I was so confused. Mommy gets mad at me when I sleep that much. She would always force me awake. "Mommy waky upsies!" I whined shaking her but she's still cold. I know it's been cold since it's winter but my blanket should have helped her warm up. "Mommy?" I asked and put my ear to her chest but no thumps like usual and tears filled my eyes. I pulled away. "Mommy you promised not to leaves me." I whimpered. I thought back to what she said and gave a nod. I packed my bag and kissed her head. "I promise mommy. I won't let them find me." I said and walked out and I wished I buried her instead of leaving her there. End of flashback.
I woke up sweat slowly falling down my face. I wipe it off with an old shirt. My heart clenched. I can feel the anxiety in my chest and I took a shaky breath. I remember that. I was five and she was just started teaching me how to read. It was an uphill battle considering the letters would switch around or be backwards. I found that the normal people as she told me before. They were normal because they didn't have the special abilities we had making us special and them normal. Anyways, I found that the normal people found her and some rich dude gave her a funeral and a resting place. He sorta looked like her but I never knew him or even understood why. I would sometimes visit at night when it's dark for people to see and block the cameras to see me. I would leave flowers I picked from my small journeys from the woods to the city. I even went to the beach a few times. But I found some nice beach wood and I made it into a slight bow. It's nothing special like I see in the windows or little screens with moving pictures.
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But it will give me something to do and use. I mean if I can get food from it then I can worry less on being caught by the normal people. It's been four years since her... since mom... *sigh* since that happened and I'm eight. I often wonder what it would be like if she is still here. Would she worry that I'm not eating enough. Would she scold me for doing something dangerous. Anyways, I've been practicing with the bow and I am horrible at it. I don't even know half the time how it lands way behind me or up above me on a branch. It doesn't make sense. I tried adjusting my pose but it slightly makes a difference. I would glare at the bow I made but sigh how can I be mad at an object. I just need to keep practicing. I know that's what mom would say. I mean that's what she said so I can keep control of my special powers. It was a hot day so I was resting by a river sweating buckets because the sun was being too happy probably laughing at my failure to hit any targets I tried to shoot at. By this point I will probably not be able to hunt for my meals probably have to starve a little while longer.
