Prologue

Started: September 12, 2013

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson, Rick Riordan does.

Think dark.

Yes, dark.

No, no.

I'm not talking about cloaked figures that murdered others in their sleep at the dead of night with knives up their sleeves, a scythe at their sides- no.

I'm talking about an ink-colored, night-filled, lost, dead kind of night. I'm talking about the ebony color that fills you with dread. The kind that kills.

You have that midnight color in your head, yes?

Good, good.

For a mortal, that is.

Because that is exactly how a hero felt. Not all the heroes, but a hero. A specific hero; a certain hero. Every bone in his body ached with this, the curse of Achilles stripped from him, the day his heart shattered into irreplaceable pieces.

The events of that day, August eighteenth, are not important. The hero died that day. Before you so kindly interrupt, let me clear something out. Physically died, no. Emotionally died, yes. Mentally died, maybe. No one really knew for sure with him, to be honest.

He had changed a remarkable amount that day, the day he died. His personality, his look, his skills. You say he can't notch an arrow or aim a bow? He would say you're terribly mistaken. You ask what ever happened to him? He'd deny he ever changed in the first place. You pick a fight with him and you're as good as dead.

Now enough of all these dangerous clues I've given you. Don't go screaming to the universe what you've found out about our hero. Because these secrets could get even the innocent wholeheartedly killed without even a second thought. It's your choice, believe me.

You know the exact hero I'm talking to you about, yes? Because you might just forget his identity; his real name. His real family. You might even forget his real personality.

This hero you and I both know quite so well is Percy Jackson.

But he goes by Aion now. Just Aion. What- no last name, you say? Nope. No backstory? Nah. Not even an introduction? No. You'd better get used to it, 'cause he won't ever respond to Percy, or Perseus.

And like I said before: It's completely your choice.