A/N: New writer here, so don't hate too much on this story. I haven't figured out what I'm going to do much for the later chapters, but maybe I'll do something like the gods find him and make him do tasks for each of them or something, or they'll kill him. Please leave some constructive feedback, but don't just crap all over my story please. It would be great if you could review and leave me some ideas or something, thanks.

-Chapter 1-

I sprinted through the forest, pushing past the branches that blocked his path, tears streaming down my face as I angrily tried to clear my mind of his mother. 8 years ago my life had started. Today it would end. Why mom? Why now? You're all I had. Now what do I do? Questions and angry thoughts raced through my mind. My father had never been a part of his life, and was said to have left when I was born, based on what My mom told me. My mother, Sally Jackson had just died. The only good thing to ever happen to me just died. To protect me. There was no point in living anymore.

-Flashback-

"Your purse or the kid gets the bullet," The robber demanded, "I'm giving you 5 seconds miss. Do it or else." My mother hesitated, scared of the imposing figure's weapon and the thought of losing her only son. However, she carefully walked towards the man, going to pass him the purse. Just as she was about to hand him her purse, he pointed the gun to her head, and stated in a sadistic voice,

"Hello Miss Jackson. The boy has come to an age where if he is not killed, he will attract too many monsters. If this happens, the monsters will surely flock to him like sheep. But alas, that will not happen. I must kill him now. The other gods will soon sense his aura and will likely be punishing my lords for their terrible actions. The king one of them may be, but even he cannot go against the wishes of what will likely be more than half the council. I am however not merciless. I shall knock you out first so you do not have to see me put a bullet between the young demigod's eyes." The mysterious man raised his gun in an attempt to knock my mom out cold, but she ducked, and quickly went to punch him in the stomach.

"I don't know who or what you are, or who sent you, but you will not harm my son. You will have to go through me first!" My mother yelled, ready to defend her son from the attacker.

"Foolish you mortals are, did you forget I have a weapon while you are defenseless? So be it. Your stupidity will be the end of you." The man responded. Raising his gun and pulling the trigger in one swift motion.

Bang!

Her dead body fell to the ground. Her crimson blood creeping its way down her head where the bullet had been planted. The murderer faced me now, but with a dagger in his hands rather than a gun for some reason. It was shiny and seemed to reflect the sunlight very well, with some inscription on it in what seemed to be greek.

"Your turn now, child. I am not one to harm children, but this must be done. It is my Lord's orders. You should be honored that you will be my final kill before I retire. Now. How would you like to die? Slit your throat or stab you in the chest?" The man inquired, a sadistic smile plastered on his face. The face of the man who killed my mother.

I ignored his rhetorical question. Anger clouded my better judgement. My mother had just died to this man for me. I would not let her death be in vain. I stared at her cold, lifeless body. My scared expression turned to a scowl. I faced the man, with a face that was intimidating even for a 10 year old. I faced the man and probably did the stupidest thing I could have done. I charged an armed man who was more than twice my age without a weapon. He changed to a battle stance as I instinctively raised a single hand, as if it would do something.

Then, what I thought was impossible happened. A thunderbolt came down from the sky, electrocuting him with thousands of volts of electricity, causing him to drop his blade and fall to the ground with a black stained face and charred clothes. He was about to get back up, but just then I slashed the air with my hand, and suddenly a wave of water burst from a pipe, slashing across his chest with enough force to pierce his skin, leaving a nasty scar across his chest, causing his blood to seep out of his shirt and stain the fabric around the cut. If that wasn't crazy enough, I then stomped on the ground, causing the ground to crack, making him fall into it, leaving no trace of him ever being there, other than my mother's dead body and drops of blood around the ground.

From all that, I started to feel light headed and dizzy. I stumbled around for a while before my vision darkened, causing me to pass out and fall to the ground, unconscious.

Soon after, I woke up, on a bed, praying to every supernatural force in the universe that what I had just experienced was all just a bad dream, and that my mother was still alive. Sadly, my hopes were shattered as a bespectacled doctor walked into the room. He explained to me that the police suspected that my mother was robbed and shot, while the killer knocked me unconscious as he left. I tried to explain my claims of lightning, the water and the giant crack in the ground, but he said that my claims were ridiculous and that it was likely a side effect of the trauma.

I had no injuries physically, but on the inside, my world had shattered, leaving me with a literal death wish. The police tried to bring me to my uncle's house but I refused and snuck away to the nearby forest to clear my mind, or to kill myself, whichever conclusion I came to, by climbing out the window as my hospital room was on the ground floor. From what I remembered, my uncle, Gabe, was an abusive husband and father, and was always telling me I was a useless bastard child and that my father had left me. He put on a façade of being the best uncle ever in front of my mom, but he would reveal his true colors whenever she left the room.

-Flashback End-

I tried drowning myself in the stream but I couldn't for whatever reason. I tried to summon the lightning to smite myself, or creating another crevice to sink into and die, but it wouldn't work. Only sparks would appear or the ground would shake slightly. I guess it only worked when I was really pissed off.

The last thing would most likely work. I thought hard for a moment. Is this what I should do? Would my mother want this? No. But do I want it? I could join my mother in whatever afterlife she got into. Yes. This is the best option for me now. Without her my life means nothing. Nobody wants me. They would put me with my terrible excuse for an uncle for the next few crappy years of my life, if I choose to live that long. No, I will not deal with that. I'm ending my life here. Right now. Today. I went to gather 2 sticks, enough to make a fire. Without much difficulty, I managed to get a fire going and then threw it at a tree, causing it to start burning. Soon, the fire would consume the rest of nearby forest, and me with it. I would have tried to hang myself, but I didn't know how to tie a rope, and the vines were easily broken. I didn't want to have to take so much with me, but if I have to, I will.

Just then, out from the flames, walked Stacy, one of my only friends in school. She was 8 years old too, with hazel brown hair. But instead of the happy brown eyes and smile that I thought was permanently plastered on her face, there was a worried look on her face, and her eyes had red irises instead, seemingly with little flames dancing around in them.

"Percy? What are you doing? Why are you doing this? Get out of there now!" She worriedly shouted to me over the flames consuming all plant life.

"Get away Stacy! Don't come any closer! I don't want to live anymore! Just leave me be! You'll get hurt!" I yelled in response. I sat down on the ground, cross legged, happy with my decision and finally feeling that I would be at peace, in eternal slumber by death.

But instead of backing away like any normal 8 year old would, she just walked through the flames. An impossible feat for anybody, even more so for a child. But then again what did I know about something being impossible. I controlled lightning, water and the earth just hours ago. I kept a straight face through this. If she could walk to me through the flames she could walk out. She wouldn't get hurt, but I would be at peace with my choice, and she could do nothing to stop it. But something else happened. With a mere snap of her fingers, the fires died out, as if she just turned it off like a light.

I was about to shout at her for saving me because all I wanted to do was just die, but when she approached me, I felt the calm feeling I always got whenever she was around me for whatever reason. It definitely wasn't love, no, it was something else. It was as if she could stop an argument just by being in the same room. Just being there calms people down around her. Just what I needed.

"Percy? What's wrong? What happened to you? Why are you doing this to yourself? I don't think that setting a forest on fire is going to help with anything," Stacy asked, concern lacing her voice as she tried to calm me down. I then proceeded to tell her the whole story, from the part where I was robbed, all the way to the part where I set the forest on fire, including the part where I used some sort of supernatural powers, just because it felt like that information was safe with her.

Stacy stared into my eyes, then noticed something, causing her to gasp, "Percy… Your eyes… They're electric blue, sea green, and onyx black… All at the same time, "she sighed, "I think I understand what happened and what you are. A half-blood, but not one of just 1 god, but 3. The half-blood of the eldest gods… Just like the prophecy states. I can't bring you to camp because the gods will surely attempt another assassination the next chance they get, but I can do something else for you, but I'm not sure if you will accept or not."

Stacy then grew to a much taller height of 5'8, with her features more beautiful, making her look like a woman, rather than a girl, who was in her mid 20s, but she had a pitiful smile on her face, and asked, "Percy, I understand your life. You have suffered a deep loss which has killed you because of your mother's death. I don't want to do this too soon but… Percy I would like to make you my champion. I will take you and raise you as you will not be able to survive once my brothers learn of you still living. So Percy, do you accept my offer?" Percy stared blankly at Stacy, or whoever she actually is. She hasn't even explained who, or what, she is, and she's asking me to be her "champion" whatever that means?

"Woah woah woah. Hold on. What do you mean by champion? And who, or what, are you? And what do you mean by 3 fathers? How is that even possible? What's a half blood? And also how did I do those things earlier? Who was that guy who killed my mom?" More questions raced out at a fast speed, because of my ADHD, I was extremely curious and wanted to know all these things as fast as I could.

"Ah, how could I forget to introduce myself? Anyway, it will take time to answer these questions, and I will do so later, but for now I will answer the first two. I am Hestia, Greek Goddess of The Hearth, Home, Fire, and Family. Basically being my champion, and my first one at that, you will get my favor, my help, and my blessing, which for me basically allows you to summon homemade food, control flames, and to heal with flames. Later, with more control of your powers, you will also be able to stop an argument just with your voice and instill hope in people."

"Fine, Hestia, I accept your offer. But only if you answer all my questions." I replied, trying to hide my excitement of having somebody other than my mother finally care for me in my life. Hestia smiled at me happily, as if I was the only one worthy of being her champion,

"I will Percy, all in time. I swear on the River Styx. Now don't worry, this may sting just a bit, but I'm going to hit you with a beam of energy to make you my champion and give you my blessing." Thunder rumbled over the forest as Hestia proceeded to shoot a gentle beam of warm, orange energy at me. At first it stung slightly, but then I started to have a warm, fuzzy feeling inside of me, as if the beam was filling me with hope and providing me with a newfound power.

Hestia flashed me a smile of acceptance, at which I returned with one of gratitude. "Percy, let's go somewhere else to talk, I will answer all of your questions, but it isn't safe here, if my brothers find out about your failed assassination they will try again and again until they succeed. If you are to be the hero of prophecy you must train to live up to the title. I'll flash us out now, so hold on to me." Hestia requested. I grabbed her with hand enthusiasm as she we disappeared in a flash of light, teleporting to another location.