I wanted to try a more serious story, so here it is.

Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan, which means I do not own PJatO in any way.

Year 865 AD, a forrest somewhere in Scandinavia.

The persian looking girl dressed in a silver huntress dress was panting, as were the rest of her sisters. Right now they had been working out. The hunt hadn't crossed a monster in almost a decade, and while it was nice to avoid monsters for a change, she did miss the heat of the battle. While she was not a war thirsty child of Ares, she was a daughter of the General of the Titan army, and though she had been disowned, she still carried some of the traits of her bastard father.

The very reason why they hadn't crossed a monster in almost a decade was very peculiar. Scandinavia, and what would soom bloom to be the oldest kingdom in the world, the Kingdom of Denmark, it was full of forrests and even mountains, so she and her sisters were always at their strongest, which made it even stranger that they hadn't crossed a monster. But there was a reason for that. The gods had just recently found out that they would move with the west, and so, she guessed, the monsters were bored somewhere down in Rome, the origin of the roman gods. While the greek or roman gods weren't worshipped here, the mortals in Scandinavia had taken some of the ideas from the Greek and Roman mythology and created their own, the norse mythology, and so it happened, like in Rome, that the gods developed a Norse side.

Zeus became wiser and older looking, and assumed the form of Odin, the all-father. Ares got more levelheaded and became the god of Thunder, Thor, Apollo became the watcher, Heimdall, Hecate became a manly version of herself, called Loki, and Hades had the unfortunate honor of becoming Lokis daughter Hel and so it continued.

While the greeks were great warriors, they were first and foremost thinkers and strategists, the norse however were fierce warriors and traders, known as the Vikings. A very important part that were a lot different from the greek and roman mythology, was that great warriors ended up immortalized on Olympus, or as the norse called it, Valhalla. Meanwhile, those not so great warriors or ordinary mortals, they were confined to spend eternity in Hel with Hel. And because of that, the Vikings were great warriors and fought all the monsters that they crossed. They sought out war, craved for war just as much as Ares did. Which was the reason to the serious shortage of monsters around, some said.

But she had a feeling, that this shortage somehow was a warning of big things brewing behind the scenes. She had been alive for millenia, and she knew, just like her fellow sisters who were just as old as her, that bad times were coming. It might take a while, but it would come. She snapped out of her daydreaming, when she heard the sound she hadn't heard in almost a decade, the sound of a horn signaling a monster attack.

She grabbed her bow, and knotched an arrow, ready to fire at whatever monster it might be. So did her sisters, and as she was the lieutenant of the Hunt, she was ready to lead her sisters. But Artemis was in the hunters camp, and so she was in command. The little twelve year old goddess was shouting out orders for her handmaidens to follow, and it soon dawned on Zoe, that this was a serious monster attack, because Artemis had a slight shiver in her voice when she echoed out her commands.

When she came to the frontline, Artemis and the other hunters were engaged in battle with a hydra, a pack of Nemean Lions and a drakon. Obviously they didn't seem like much, but the Nemean lions were pretty much invulerable, and the hydra and the drakon isn't much easier, so clearly the hunters had their hands full.

However with the full support of all the hunters, they soon decimated the monsters and sweaty and full of monster dust the hunters took a breath, glad that the danger was over, and that no hunter had been hurt severely, when they heard a voice coming from somewhere ahead of them.

"What just happened?" A boy, aged what seemed like 16 or so with jetblack hair and immensely green eyes, asked, his eyes bulging out of his head. Needless to say, a dozen arrows were soon knotched and directed against him. The hunters hated boys with a passion, and in this time, even more so. While the Vikings, who were often males, could be greatly respected for their skills in war and combat, they were males, and very often they were rapists or they were violent towards their women, both of which the hunt greatly despised, no, hated the males for.

"You are crossing our hunt, boy, what's to hold us from strike you down as you stand" one of the younger hunters, a daughter of Ares, shouted. The boy didn't seem frightened, though he looked very confused, and it showed when he asked "I haven't done you anything. Who are you, and why are you dressed like that? And where am I?"

A hunter looking about twelve stepped forward, just shy of the boys height, you shouldn't let her appearance fool you. This was the goddess of the hunt, the patron of maidens, Lady Artemis. Glaring the boy in the eye, she replied agressively "We do not answer the questions of mortals, no less male ones. But I will tell you this. We are the eternal hunters and I am the greek goddess of the Hunt, Artemis. You have crossed our hunt, boy" she almost spat, "and for that you must pay. No mortal male can see our hunt and live to tell about it. Do you have any last thing to say, before you meet your end?"

The boy just seemed more confused by now and said what would presumably be his final words, "What? I don't understand. I haven't done you anything. I just woke up here and saw you engaged in battle."

He didn't get to say more, as Lady Artemis turned him into a jackalope and yelled, "Hunters, when he's a mile away, you strike him down, and bring him back to our fire." The frightened jackalope clearly got the message and ran away as fast as it could, one could say, it ran for its life. When it was clearly out of our range, Lady Artemis told the hunters to engage in the pursuit of the former male, now jackalope.

Groaning, the black haired boy woke up. He couldn't remember anything about himself, who he was, where he's from or where he was. He couldn't remember who his parents were, how old he was, or what he was doing here.

He raised himself up, and standing about six feet tall, he surveyed his surroundings. He was somewhere in a forrest, he guessed, because there was plenty of trees around him, when suddenly he saw a flash of silver and some fire somewhere. When he got closer, he could see girls running around with arrows trying to shoot down some creatures. He didn't know what the creatures were, but one of them had 5 heads and the middle one was spying fire everywhere. There was some sort of lion pack, but the strange thing about those lions, was that the arrows fired by the girls didn't penetrate, in fact it didn't even scratch the very furry skin of the lions, and finally there was something that looked like a dragon. But those were just fables, weren't they?

He stood there for a moment, thinking he should let the girls take care of this on their own. He didn't think he could be of any help, when he couldn't even remember his own name. When the monsters were killed, and the ground was full of golden dust, he stepped forward and asked in a friendly manner, "What just happened?". Apparently the girls didn't like him, because in a splitsecond all the bows were drawn and the arrows were pointed at him.

"You are crossing our hunt, boy, what's to hold us from strike you down as you stand" One of the girls dressed in silvery dresses shouted to him. Now even more confused he continued what he was going to ask, "I haven't done you anything. Who are you, and why are you dressed like that? And where am I?"

Suddenly a girl about twelve or so stepped forward attempting to stare him directly in the eyes. Apparently, she was the leader, and she too wasn't very fond of him either, because she answered in the same tone as the other girl before,

"We do not answer the questions of mortals, no less male ones. But I will tell you this. We are the eternal hunters and I am the greek goddess of the Hunt, Artemis. You have crossed our hunt, boy" she almost spat, "and for that you must pay. No mortal male can see our hunt and live to tell about it. Do you have any last thing to say, before you meet your end?". Somehow he must have answered something stupid, because the next thing he knew is that he was a peculiar looking animal. Something along the likes of a rabbit. But when he heard what she said next, he literally ran for his life.

A few miles away from the hunt

Now panting, the jackalope lied down on the ground, thinking that what was hunting it. Almost whimpering it sat down to sleep. The boy almost shouted out, "WHO am I?". "Why am I here?" "Why can't I remember anything?", when suddenly a ancient voice answered his questions.

"You are my son", it told him, and suddenly he felt himself change back to his human self. He checked his body if he had tail, fur or anything animalistic, and then he looked around where he was. In between two trees who cast a shadow, a woman stood.

"Who are you" he croaked, his throat as dry as sand. She stepped out of the shadow and there stood a beautiful woman with the most mesmerizing green eyes, very much alike his own. "I am Primordial of the Earth, I am Gaia, and I am your mother." and she then proceeded to tell him everything about greek, roman and norse mythology. While he did look the age of 15, his mind was still very young, and thus he was very perceptible to the myths and accepted them instantly. "Who's my father", he asked, "that is, if I have one?". She smiled a motherly smile at her son, and replied, "Your father is Pontus, the Primordial of water. You are the firstborn of two firstborns, making you very dangerous for the reigning gods. You should be careful. Train the powers you have been gifted with from both your father and I."

She turned away from him, almost as if to leave. "Ah, I almost forgot", she said laughing to herself, "just in case you ever end in the custody of Artemis again, Primordials doesn't have any gender. If you want to appear as a woman, just think of it. The same goes for your age." She smiled at him, before she almost laughed, and with that she was gone. "Hold up, mother, what's my name?" he didn't know if she could hear him, but it soon came apparent that she could.

"Your name is Perseus, the destroyer." it resonated from the ground.

Around him, he could hear the hunters closing up on him. He had totally forgot about them, he didn't want to become a jackalope once again, when he realized, that he could just turn into a woman.

Artemis could feel the jackalope somewhere in the forrest, and she was expertly leading her hunters towards the jackalope, who inhabitated the stupid male. When they got to the place where the jackalope should be, instead there was a beautiful woman with skyblue eyes standing and looking confused at the hunters.

First chapter written. My longest chapter. I hope you like the prologue. You'll soon know of the antagonist in this story.

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