Harry stared at me. "You're just like him. Looks like you do take after your uncle," He sneered at me with an undertone of sadness," He killed my parents and tried to kill me, too. Is that what you wanted to hear? When I was eleven, eleven, He came back as one of my professors. He tried to make himself come back. But...
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Percy Jackson was made from the hearth, Vesta and Neptune had to keep him a secret so they sent him away to keep him safe. Convinced he was abandoned the demigod strays farther and farther from the orphanage, only to meet a silver-eyed goddess.
Betrayed and broken from a loss, Percy Jackson sets off on his own with no path in front of him. But strange, powerful forces are at play and he finds a purpose serving a certain silver-eyed goddess. As unparalleled threats arise, Percy once again finds himself with the fate of the world on his shoulders.
"Janus?" Percy questioned, widening his eyes to try and see through the darkness as he took slow and tentative steps towards the sound of heavy breathing. Whimpers sounded not too far away as Percy stopped, listening intently. "It hurts, it hurts so much," The voice whispered, pain clearly evident as Percy approached...
Percy Jackson did not get the praise he deserved after saving everyone from certain death twice. He did not get the recognition he should have been awarded after returning to Camp Half blood. And the respect he had thought he'd earnt was was not given. Instead, he was treated with harsh words, brutal beatings and thre...
My first fanfiction, so please don't be mad. Disclaimer for whole story: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians nor Heroes of Olympus. The great author Rick Riordan has this great honor. I like these kind of stories and I don't care if you are tired of these plotlines, but I admire whoever reads this on their ow...