Everyone thinks I'm dead. But I'm not. Hades and Nico are even fooled. And that's because I'm still down there. But a fake. The name is θύελλα. But you can call me Hurricane. Or Omega in formal occasions. It's a nickname from my soldiers. But I used to be someone else. Percy Jackson. But that part of me died when he came. Alex. My half brother. In a heartbeat, he was claimed the best fighter when he beat Clarisse in a stupid fight. Everyone forgot about me. Chiron ignored me. Blackjack wouldn't let me ride him. Poseidon told everyone that Alex was his pride and joy and that Alex was his favorite son. Then he granted Alex immortality. But worse, he got Annabeth too. With one look at him, she was always chatting with him, when I asked her to go for a stroll, she'd say she was busy. But when I followed her once, I found her with Alex. Kissing. I ignored my broken heart and went on living. And then the death happened. Malcolm, Annabeth's half brother was found dead. By the sea. And I was framed. Of course some had their doubts, but only my true friends. Nico, Thalia, Leo, Rachel and Grover. Everyone else sided with Alex. Who banished me and sent me to the gods. But before I got to Olympus, I got a chance at a new life. And I took it.