Chapter 1

Sally Jackson sat on the sofa, reading a story for her six year old son, Percy Jackson. She had brown hair with gray streaks, and bright blue eyes. Her son, was different. He had jet black hair and sea green eyes with specks of blue.
The story was nearly finished when she heard a noise. She quickly grabbed Percy, and grabbed a box from a drawer in her desk. Then she put Percy in a closet and gave him the box.
"Percy, here is a weapon left by your father. It is powerful, keep it safe. And be quiet. Don't let him hear you." And with that, Sally closed the closet door, leaving Percy in the dark.
There was a slam and a crash and Percy heard his mother yell,
"What do you want?!"
"I have come for my son. Where is he?" An unfamiliar voice replied.
"Not here. Go back from where you came from!" His mom yelled back.
"I have not met him! Let me see our son!"
"No!"
"At least let me know his name."
"Fine. Perseus Jackson."
"You gave him a Greek name?!"
"Yes. You know about his other father."
"Where is he?"
"Not. Here."
Then there was a loud bang. Percy looked through the blinds on the door of the closet. All he could see was dust. He wanted to cry out to his mother, but he remembered what she had told him.
Percy looked into the box and found a pen. There was also a note, so he stuffed it in his pocket. He did the same to the pen.
There were footsteps headed towards his door. He looked out and saw a pair of legs headed his way. He cowered to the back of ye closet as the footsteps came closer.
The door opened and standing there was a man with black hair and blue eyes. He looked down at the boy and smiled.
"My son. Come, we must go as soon as possible."
Percy looked up at the man before him.
Slowly, he crawled forward. The man before him crouched down to look the boy in the eyes.
"I am Loki, your father.

SO, this is my first story. Please review!

~Izzy