I stared the menacing, giant being in the face. His eyes looked like a swirling pool of those galaxy pictures. Pure, unfiltered terror filled me, but I stood my ground. Beads of sweat popped into existence on my forehead.
"Step forward, mortal. What is it you want" A voice, deep, and the room vibrated along with his voice, resembling slightly nails on a chalkboard.
"I heard you were planning to take Olympus. I want in. They abandoned me. All I wanted was for them to follow me. To worship me like they did my ancestor. But no. Jackson had to go and ruin it. Him and the others."
The being, radiating raw terror and power, stared at the boy. He seemed no older than 19, and was painfully thin. His stringy, wheat colored hair was a mess, long and tangled. But he could possibly serve his purpose. He could feel the hate and rage inside him, and he knew that would be usable for his plan
"What is your name, mortal?" He whispered in his deep, vibration voice
The boy sneered. "I don't have a name anymore. Not since they abandoned me But I used to go by Octavian."
He'd finally found them. Tom Riddle's heir. A boy no older than seventeen, with hair of a raven night and eyes of a churning ocean.
The wizened old man closed the weathered book. The Fates had been kind enough to let him in on this secret, one he fully intended to use to his advantage. The boy must not fall into the wrong hands.
It was time to pay an old student a visit.
~ DISCLAIMER: I do not own either the Harry Potter characters nor the Percy Jackson characters used in this story. None of the characters are mine more shall I pretend they are, this is but a work of fiction. Characters belong to their respective owners (JK Rowling and Rick Riordan). The plot however, is my own.
~ Edited by BookwormMDCCCXIII