7A/N: Hello all welcome to my new story. As the summary states it is an SYOC story. This chapter here is only the prologue though it hints at things coming down the road. While the rules and guidelines are on my profile, a couple important ones will be mentioned here:
No anonymous submissions. You do it through PM only.
You may submit up to two OCs.
No Mary-Sues or Gary-Stues nobody wants 'em.
No children of the Big Three.
I will only be accepting a few mains. Who is in the main category may change though depending at the point in the story. That was definitely true about Rick Riordan's works.
Prologue: Stifling a Spark
A shadowed figure stood in a dark room, hunched over an orb glowing with purple light the only light source in the room. "Was her child delivered successfully?" a distorted voice demanded, which seemed to be coming from the orb.
"Th-the boy was born wi-without trouble," replied the shadowed figure in a quivering voice.
"And his fool of a father was given sufficient reason to fear?" the distorted voice from the orb asked as the orb's light pulsed slightly as if excited.
"Yes of course, my lord," the shadowed figure confirmed, sounding slightly more assured. "My fellow traitor in the camp of the Olympians and Lycaon did all that was necessary and more."
"But they did not harm the boy?" the voice in the orb asked, it's tone cold and implying brutal punishment if it did not like what it heard.
"N-no my lord," the shadowed figure replied nervously and quickly before laughing in a slightly demented fashion. "He'll just have a lifelong fear of werewolves before even realizing they're real."
"His father has indeed created the suppressant then? The boy won't awaken or wield his power?"
"As long as he takes the concoction we gave his father. We should be free of him until we're well in position at the absolute worst. His father would never send him away after all. But my liege…"
"Yes my lad?"
"If we want him out of the way that badly could we not kill him now? While he is young and powerless? Why go to all the trouble of scaring his foolish father into sealing the boy's power and run the risk of something going awry?"
"My dear minor god, even now I am sealed," the distorted voice said with deep condescending. "The other god's do not even suspect my awakening, do not believe it to be even a remote possibility. His mother is one of the few who might suspect something strange if he died now. She alone has even an inkling of the power he may eventually grow to contain. The strength in that boy's future comes from his mother's blood but it is also thanks to his inheritance of the power of one of the seals on my prison. If he were to perish she would likely suspect something amiss."
"Of course my lord. For now, we leave him be then?" the shadowed figure asked.
"Yes, for the time being he will live his life just like his foolish father wishes: Without any of his power, completely unaware of the reality around him and once he sees the truth of this world it will be far too late."
Both voices broke into laughter at this last statement.
