Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson

Long ago, werewolves were created as a result of a curse placed upon Lycaon by Zeus. Zeus had invited Lycaon, the king of Arcadia, to dine with him. Lycaon wanted to know Zeus' real name, so he devised a test. He tried feeding Zeus human flesh, then he hired assassins to attack Zeus while he slept to test the limits of his immortality. Zeus became so enraged that he slew Lycaon's sons with lightning bolts and cursed Lycaon into being the first lycantrophe, which was Greek for Wolf man.

Everyone knows how werewolves came to be.

But.. what about hellhounds? We all know that hellhounds are the children of Nyx and Cerebrus, but what wasn't widely known was that those hellhounds aren't just what they seem. Just like werewolves, they too were shape shifters. The biggest difference was, that you can't just become a hellhound with a bite, you're born one. Not all hellhounds were children of Nyx and Cerebrus, in fact only a select few were, but those select few were revered by the rest. They were stronger, faster, more powerful, more vicious, more hellhound than man. You could recognise them by the colour of their eyes. While most hellhounds have blood-red eyes, they have piercing yellow ones. They were the alphas of the pack. A hellhound's age is tied to it's pack. The stronger the pack, the slower they age.

Werewolves and hellhounds have been at war, ever since their first encounter. Over the years werewolves have multiplied exponentially, whilst the hellhounds grew gradually preferring to stay in the shadows. Both species have agreed on a truce as a result of a common enemy: Demigods. While they do hate each other, they despised demigods even more. Werewolves hate them, because they are half-god; Hellhounds hate them, because they are half human.

Long ago, hellhounds were seen as guardians, only attacking when provoked. In fact, in some myths it was said that hellhounds used to escort women through the night or souls on their way to the afterlife, to protect them from other monsters that might be lurking in the dark. But that all changed, when humanity stopped believing, stopped remembering, stopped trusting. Humans stopped trusting hellhounds -instead believing that they too were like werewolves, vicious monsters with no control over their abilities during the full moon- and started hunting them down. Since then, hellhounds have become the very monsters humans accused them to be and despised humanity with a passion, believing that they were a plague, a pest that you had to kill before it killed you. Never mind the fact that the majority of them were half-human. Because while they did posses a human form, they rarely spent time as one which was why not many knew hellhounds were shapshifters. Any human traits they may have possessed was discarded the day humans declared war on hellhounds. Any hellhound showing even an ounce of humanity was ended, killed in cold blood.

That is... until the birth of Perseus Jackson.

Hey, what's up? My name's Joy, and yes I know I've got another story to finish (for those of you who don't know, it's called Hooked) but this was an idea that I've been toying with in my head for a while, so I thought 'Eh, what the hell.' and wrote this little prologue. I'm not sure what's gonna happen here to be honest or even where it's going, but I wanted to write this down before I forgot it. I don't actually know when I'll be continuing it, I'm not even sure any of you will like it. I guess I'll see. Maybe I'll update it after I finish my other story, maybe I'll update it sooner. I guess it depends on how many people would actually want to read this story. That's all for now, really so I guess I'll see you around!

Joy