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Hello. This is my first fanfiction ever, although I've read so many I've lost count. I would really appreciate any criticism, as I would love to improve my writing.

I do not own Percy Jackson.

Storms sailed over the horizon as darkness settled in. Claps of thunder could be heard as lightning flashed, lighting the sky with it's anger. Torrential rains pounded the sea below, only adding to the rage. The sea responded in kind. Turbulent waves rocked the ocean floor, while the earth shook in fury. As lightning struck, the sea waves seemed to rise, as if it was meeting the sky, blow for blow.

He watched the proceedings on Earth with amusement twinkling in His eye. For millennia, He had cast his protective gaze upon His newest creation, Earth. He would not let this planet wither like the others. He would find a way to protect this little planet, so very dear to Him. Sadly, He could not solve all of Earth's problems by Himself.

He created the Primordials, and bestowed them some meager power to rule the planet. He watched in misery as His creations treaded the path of darkness. He initially hoped the birth of the Titans would bring about a change. A change it did bring, but not the kind He seeked.

Kronos did well in killing his father Uranus with the help of his mother Gaea. Death by castration none the less. He beamed in pride as Kronos ushered in the Golden Age of mankind with his sister Rhea by his side. Peace and harmony prevailed as humans lived among the Titans, free to converse and mingle. However His amusement of Kronos's actions did not last long. The world that He loved so much crumbled when He witnessed Kronos eat his children out of fear of their power. He watched history repeat itself as Zeus, Poseidon and Hades cut their father up and threw Kronos into Tartarus. He realized that this time He must interfere some how. He would not let the Age of the Gods fall into the corruption of the previous two ages. He could not influence the Gods directly according the Ancient Laws. That did not stop Him from bestowing a few worthy mortal pawns portions of His power. In return for that power, He controlled His pawns from the sidelines. His pawns were part of every major war in Earth's history. Achilles in The Trojan War, Triton in The Atlantean War, Lord Krishna in The Kurukshetra War, George Washington in the Revolutionary War, etc. There wasn't major event that occurred without his influence.

He played this intricate game of chess as wars raged on to determine the fate of both mortal and immortal existence. Battles were fought, won and lost. Empires fell and rose at His command. All for the betterment of the planet. Yet, it still was not enough. If life were to continue as it did now, it would fall to the hands of corruption.

He failed to comprehend how His perfect creations were introduced to the darkness of corruption. It was then that he realized that he was not the only being did not know the name of His opponent or how it was powerful enough to play against Him, but play it did.

And it was winning.

For eons He played against this Unknown enemy to keep this planet safe. From the destruction of Greece to the fall of the Roman Empire, He lost piece after piece to the corruption of the Unknown. The Unknown seemed to counter every move with His own pawns.

As the game was reaching it's end, only the Olympians and His final pawn were left as the guardians the Earth. He understood there was only one more chance to guarantee the future of the planet. His final gambit. Taking a deep breath He , Chaos the Creator, moved His last pawn forward.

On Earth, Percy Jackson son of Poseidon, was born.

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Run. Run. All Percy could do was run. He has been running for three days now, without food and with minimal rest. The hunger caused his body to ache and burn, while his muscles screamed for rest. But he could not rest. The base of his skull throbbed. He would die if he stopped running. He was in danger.

He could feel it.

He was being chased by something cold, sinister. He didn't know what that dark presence was, or why it was chasing him. All he knew what that he was in trouble. He always was in trouble. It seemed to find him, like a boomerang coming back to its owner. But his mother was always there to make it better, to protect him.

Percy's heart slowed as he thought of his mother. Her warm smiles and caring words were always enough to comfort him, no matter the situation. She protected him from Smelly Gabe, from the mean words of the kids at school, from the nightmares he had. She had protected him from all that was wrong in the world. But she was gone now, killed by his cowardice. He should have stayed away from her, let her live a happy life without having to take care of her coward son.

Percy choked on his tears as he failed to hold them back. His cheeks were already tear stained from the past three days. All he thought about was his mother. His inability to protect the one person he loved.

Percy shook his head as he tried to get back to the present situation. He didn't know how long he could keep this up. He was tired, hungry, sleepy and lost. It was a long way from the dark alleyways of New York that he called home. He took a look at his surroundings. The sun was beginning to set in the western sky, ushering in the darkness. He could make out cows grazing in the distance. He was in a farm. How he ended up here he did not know. He didn't care either. He needed safety. Now. He heard a growl from behind him and dared to turn his head around while speeding up a little. He saw two pitch black dogs chasing him.

"You have to be kidding me. I've been running all this time because of DOGS?" Percy screamed at no one in particular. But Percy couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to these dogs. He looked back again and tried to focus on them. Percy's eyes grew wide.

Two gigantic dogs with fire red eyes and razor sharp teeth had replaced the tiny dogs from before. They seemed to have crawled out of the pits of hell. How did he notice this before.

He needed shelter desperately. He couldn't outrun these things for much longer. He saw a barn in the distance 300 meters away. Percy placed all his energy in sprinting towards the barn. He was so close to safety. He looked back. Those hounds were gaining on him, faster and faster, as if traveling through the shadows rather than on foot.

Just 50 more meters. Percy gained confidence. He could do it. He would make it. He would live to see another day. Then it happened.

He tripped over his own foot, spraining his ankle. Only 20 meters from the barn door. He couldn't move, his muscles refusing to res As he lay on the floor Percy thought of his life. It was pathetic. He had done nothing, and now the sacrifice of his mother had amounted to nothing. He cried again. Tears rained upon the ground as he awaited his death.

"I'm sorry mom"

The dogs had finally caught up. They seemed to look at Percy with pity in it's flaming red eyes. The larger one stepped forward towards Percy. It raised its paw into the sky, claws gleaming in the setting sun, ready to slit the child's throat. As it came down on Percy he closed his eyes. A light flashed. Percy opened his eyes and saw that the dogs had disappeared . As Percy faded into unconsciousness, he made out the silhouette of a lady yelling angrily at a man behind her. Percy's mind gave out, and faded into darkness.

Please do review. I want to know how to improve this. Thanks for reading.