Summery: The curse of Athena have been put upon the Hero of Olympus, because of his reaction to never to see The One ever again. So to get´s a fresh start on his miserable life he moves to Beacon Hills, because that was where Poul got his new job as Physics teacher after the old one was murdered. Then Our favorite hero is thrown into another war between werewolf´s. Can he learn to trust those monsters he was trained to kill? He hates himself, the fates and all the goods as much as they hate him. So why is he here?

Chapter 1 Down Hill

My mother named me after the only Greek hero that had a story that ended happy. I think she did it so some of his luck would rube of on me and maybe it did. At least the first, let's say 18 years of my life, but luck don't run high forever. So in the end of the giant war it was my turn to taste madness and misery. And this made me see Luke's side of things.

My misery led to the madness. My misery you ask? Was losing the only person that had been there all the time cheering when I was happy, crying with me when I was sad, pushing me on when I was close to giving op, the one that was always silly when I was, the person that was serious, funny, loving and wise to my stupidity. The person that is now is as dead as my inside is Annabeth Chase. She died protecting her half-brothers, they had been out shopping when they got attract, there had been tow monsters. One had taken her brother while the other had taken to fight Annabeth she had easily killed the monster. And of couse followed the first one that had taken her brothers, but she didn't know that it was an ambush that she had walked straight into. She managed to get her brothers out alive, but she didn't make it, because like Thelia she had to hold them in check. So her brothers could get away.

And as foolish as I was, I tried to bargain with death. I said that I would give everything to have her back and we struck a deal. Hades wanted a death in exchange for hers and I gave him mine thinking that I would die in her place. But as we all know the gods like to toy with the meaning of their words.

So stupid that I trusted his words and took the deal my death for her life, literally she could have another shot of live while I could never die I had to walk the earth as an immortal. But at the time being it was worth it I got her back. We were through into the war at the first side of sun light, after a month or so, which was happy she died in the final battle. This time in my arms without ever telling of the deal I had struck with Hades. She had given me her knife and I told me that it would protect me, even if it wasn´t her that was to hold it. I told her that I would see her in Elysium and she promised to wait for me the in eternity so we could be reborn together. And I had answered at the brink of death together, always together and she had left the land of the living once again.

And that led to the madness, I had picked Riptide up and sliced, slaughtered and killed anything and anyone in my path. Friends, family, allies and enemies it was all the same. It didn't matter anymore. I was broken, cruised and shattered into small pieces that never can be put back together. I was so long gone in madness that I didn´t know what I was doing.

After the slaughter I was hated and cursed by the gods, but the worsted curse was of Athena. Her curse entailed that I was to have a piece of very half-blood soul in me that I had killed. For the most it was there godly power or a glimpse of their future so I could see what I had stolen from so many insect teenagers. I had laid many nights as I do now, just lying and reflecting and replaying the possible futures of those I killed, thinking that I could never have a future like that, because I was stuck in time, in my 18 years old body.

My father had taken Riptide back so I couldn´t take another life on his account, but I still had her knife. The knife that had been Luke´s. It still hurt too much to talk of her or say her name.

Paul had got a new job, after I miserly had got us both kicked out of school. The new place had taking him in because there old chemistry teacher had been murdered. Which mend that my mother and I would be moving with him, so we were moving to place that's called Beacon Hills.

I had just started in Beacon Hills high school, which was just another school of those schools I would get kicked out of before the year was over, and after losing so many friends I the war I decided not to get to attached not that I´d ever be the popular kid anyway. Even though I am handsome and powerful enough to do whatever I please, but simply because I tried to keep a low profile. And when I say low profile I mean like invisible or even death like low. As if my life didn't suck enough my first day at Beacon High was a field trip out to see some meat fabric or whatever you wanna call it. I hat Field trips I always end up making trouble like when I pushed a button I wasn't supposed to, so me and my class toke a swim with sharks. And that was of cause nothing like when I was attract by a "kindly one". You all know it was like that I discovered I indeed was a demigod. As much as I hated field trips I hated normal das even more, because I sucked at school, I really sucked at math, social studies and the one suspect that I was absolutely sucked in was English. Who could have guessed?

But the only subject I sucked slightly less at was sport. You might have noted that I only sucked slightly less was because that could wheel a sword and kill an army and dodge flaming balls of fire, but can't pick a ball and through is half as good as I can through a speer. But run I can, as fast as a horse. To you that have never seen horse run before is a sinner, because there isn't anything more beautiful in the animal kingdom. And this has nothing to do about the horse is my father's token, or the fact that I´m can talk to them.

When we had driven a few hours something seemed of and I automatically pulled my hand in pocket after Riptide, in the short second I panicked that it wasn´t there, but then I remembered why I pulled my hand out of my pocket as if had burned me. And the memory had in fact burned my scared and bleeding soul a little more than it always was. So instead I pulled my backpack up and pulled out her knife, which I had on me all the time.

But back to the wrong feeling in my gut telling me to run or kill so I decided to turn off my IPot so I could observe the rest of the bus of teenagers, I was seeded two rows behind a dark male and what looked like his friend a dark blond male, I quickly learned that der names was Boyd and Isaac. Something was of, really of, not just about them, but with one of the two guys that flirted shamelessly at the seed across the centre aisle of the bus, and in the back in my row was Scott and Stiles seeded the tried not be appear as thy were shadowing the gay couple and Boyd and Isaac. But it was visible to anyone that was blessed with the teaching of a child of Athena, which I had got knocked into my head very time I made a mistake, so I wouldn´t die of my stupidity. She taught me how the deal with situations like this, observe, understand, consider every possibility carefully and then decide to attack or not.

"Stop thinking about it, man" Isaac said looking out the window "Wait, you're not thinking about it too?" Boyd asked looking at Isaac like he was going to skin something or someone every soon.
"What about we bought stop thinking about it?" Isaac suggested.
"I can´t"
"There is nothing you can´t do about I ether" they looked at each other, and Boyd asked "are you sure about that?" Isaac looked out of the window again like he wanted to ignore the topic. And thy didn't talk after that.

Then there was the gay couple, or al lease I assumed they were a couple because of the intense glances they gave each other. The one that was seeded closest to the window asked the other "Are you okay."
"Yeah" he said like thinking "Why?" sitting bag and trying to relax, though a skilled eye cold see it was just an act. "You checked your phone like 3 times the 5 minutes."
"Waiting for a messages"
"Nothing imported?"
"No" he anserd follow by a " Nothing." in a nearly whispering voice, which ment that something was defiantly very wrong. Something chart his atention and he wiped his head around.

My attention followed his to the back of the bus were Stiles and Scott sad. McCall was looking blank out of the window, he looked sick or not well, but who would have blamed him we had been in this bus for hours. Stilinski was so focused on his IPad that he didn't notice ether of steering for a short while.

About a half an hour wend on like this, but I didn´t let my attention slip of them, because if the guy sitting next to me was keeping an eye on them I figured I would have to, too. All of a sudden Stiles was of his IPad and looking at Scott like he was checking up on him, making sure he was all right.
"Scotty? Hey Scotty are you still with me?" Stilinski asked, snapping his fingers.
"Eeehh Yeah what's the word again?" this made it obvious that they were playing a word game of some sort.
"Anachronism."
"Something that exercised out of its normal time."
"Ookay, next word is 'Incongruous'."
"Aarr can you use it in a sentence?"
"Yeah, yes I can. Its comply incongruous that we´re sitting on a bus right now, on a way to see a stupid Cross-country meet, after what just happened" the way he said was sarcastic and annoyed like he had said something was comply ignored.
"Out of place, ridicules, absurd."
"Perfect. Okay next word ehh… Darack." And all of a sudden Scott had stiffened up, like this wasn´t just a game, but something imported, something they needed to figure out.

And then I got my theory confirmed when Stiles said "We have to talk about this sometime okay? And we gonna be stuck in this thing, for like five hours, so why not?"
But Scott totally ignored him, so it this word mend something to him. You would be surprised what overlooking your own past can do to help read other people, they were so easy to read like an open book. Hahaha like an open book I say, yeah way to go Percy, remember I can't read English. And because of my ADHA brain zero focusing I simply went blank, until the bus´s jump made me realize that I hadn´t paid attention to their convection.
"Ohh buddy are you okay?" Stiles asked consent. Scott was making grimaces of pain, and trust me I have seen it too often to not recognise it. And then Stiles started talking again, did that boy ever shut up?
"We shouldn't have come. I knew it, we shouldn´t have come!"
"We had to, there´s safety in numbers."
"Yeah, but there´s also death in numbers, okay? It's called a massacre, bloodbath, slaughter, butchery…"

And then I did it again, my brain froze for a second at the words he was saying. It gave me the mental picture of the wars I had seen and the ones that I'd…

"No no, I´m alright " it was Scott that had spoken.
"But you don't look alright" Stiles was giving him a glance that was both murderous and concerned. "Just let me see" he continued, but Scott kept saying he has okay. Stiles was to stopper to give up on this convection. There you go, to stubborn for your oven good and that would ever lead you into life threatening saturation, no not at all.
Then Scott gave up and showed his friend what it was that was 'okay', I couldn´t see what it was for all the seeds that was blocking my sight.
Seeing Stiles´ reaction I could only guess that it was bad.
"It´s not that bad, but it´s because they are from an alpha, it will take longer to heel."
"How come Boyd and Isaac is fine?" hold on a second I'm smart put obvious not that smart, so what the hell I going on here?
Scott just ignored the question and said "I can´t believe he´s dead."

To summon up, I´m sitting in a school bus on the way to the gods know what, and my fellow classmates are talking about killing and dead people. That is just great, jumping from one nightmare to another. Yayyy Percy Jackson goes hand in hand with death. I just hate my life.

authors note: I don´t know where im going with this and if nobody are going to read it im not sure that I want to continue it.