Hey Guys!

Anyway, here's the new story that I mentioned in my A/N in 'The Jackson Legacies'. This fic, as you can see, will NOT be about an OC, but Perseus Jackson himself...

Honestly, I do not have any idea on what to write for the first A/N's. But anyway...

To those who actually like my story 'The Jackson Legacies', don't worry, I won't be discontinuing it. I have an unfixed schedule of updates, however, I do know how I want to update. Now that the first chapter of this story is now up and running, I will be working on chapter 7 of my other story, when I finish that, I'll work on this one's second chapter.

Anyway, I don't own PJO, HoO, or any characters in the story; Rick Riordan does. The only thing I own is the plot and maybe some OC's (if I do put any). And besides, if I did own PJO and HoO, Percy definitely wouldn't have ended up with Annabeth...

Annabeth: Sorry, what did you say Jonathan?

Jason also wouldn't have ended up with Piper (She's too cool for him)...

Jason: Wait, what do you mean...

Piper would've ended up being a badass hunter... Piper, that's your cue... No? Okay... Leo would've ended up with Reyna...

Reyna and Leo: WTF?!

But still, Solangelo and Frazel remains untouched, just because they're both cool.

Percy sat down on his couch, a cup of hot cocoa in his hands. He felt cold, which is unlikely, seeing as he was the Titan of the winds, all of them; North, South, East, West. He looked up from his cup and stared out of the window. His abode was small; just enough for his needs. It was a one-bedroom house with a small living room and kitchen (A/N: There were no bathrooms back then). He was in his living room, his couch, which is where he sat, was pushed against a wall, low and small table placed in front of him. A window placed to the right side of the room, the one he was staring out of. A tapestry hung in front of the couch; when lifted up, the tapestry reveals a secret passage only Percy can open. He sat close to the window, the smoke from his drink floating out of the window, into the dry and freezing winter air of Othrys.

Someone knocked on the door and Percy stood up, folding his majestic, black wings behind him. He put his cup down on the table and went out of the living room. He walked down the hallway, passing the door to his bedroom, then kitchen. When he was in front of the door into his house, he opened it to see four of his uncles: Atlas, Pallas, Perses and Lelantos, all standing on his lawn, all donned in full celestial bronze battle armour. Atlas, Pallas and Perses all had menacing looking spears out, spearheads of Celestial Bronze and Imperial Gold sharpened to perfection, all promising death. Lelantos had his bow in hand, a quiver of grey, bronze tipped arrows hanging from his waist. Atlas stepped forward.

"Perseus, my dear nephew," he said, "We have been sent by our King, Lord Kronos. He says to bring you to the council room immediately. He also added to use force, if necessary." Perses stepped froward.

"Please, nephew," he said, spreading his arms, "Don't make this hard for yourself. Surrender peacefully." Percy just looked at them curiously, remaining oblivious. Well, on the outside at least. Inside, he was panicking. He knew what he did and why they would come up to him and ask him to surrender. Someone must have seen him and reported to Kronos. That damn Hesperide, Percy thought angrily.

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Flashback:

Othris was celebrating; for no apparent reason, really. Most of the Titans were spoiled brats that aren't wise in spending time, so that pretty much explains the almost day-to-day non-stop partying. Kronos even hired a new cupbearer; his name was Zeus.

Percy, the son of Eos and Astraeus, Titan of Night, Day, Daily Cycles, and the Four Winds, walked into the throne room, where the party was being held. He wore a simple light, royal blue tunic. Nothing extravagant. His tunic had slit at the back, letting his mighty wings free. His wings were as black as night, soft but impenetrable and were able to fly at incomprehensible speeds. The wings were at least six feet long each, creating a wingspan of twelve feet. His hair, like his wings, were as black as night, his eyes, sea green, with little specs of sunset orange around the edges. He had a bow in the form of a bracelet he was wearing, and a sword hung from his side in a scabbard.

He strode in confidently, as if with a purpose; and he did have one. Her Highness Queen Rhea, has given him a mission, "Protect Zeus, and whomever comes out with him, at all costs; but remain vigilant." were here exact words to him. Apparently, her last child, was actually Zeus, and Kronos was tricked to swallow a rock instead of the baby. Now this Zeus guy, who was currently serving drinks, should know that Percy is there to help him.

Percy looked around the room, his green eyes scanning the area for Zeus. He saw him walking up to Kronos with a cup on a tray. The cup contained ale (A/N: Dionysus isn't here yet, that means no wine.) mixed with mustard and other spices, designed to make Kronos barf out his five other children. Zeus had to make sure that there were no sketchy smells in the ale, so he had too put something to change up the smell, making it more ale-ish. Zeus gave Percy a small nod as he watched him from afar. He was informed of him by his mother, Rhea, before she sent him here to rescue his siblings.

Percy watched as Zeus went up to Kronos and gave him the ale. Kronos took the cup from him and waved him off. Zeus went away but stayed after a couple paces. He was far enough to not seem suspicious but near enough to help his siblings if need be. Percy watched as Kronos just kept smiling and laughing with other titans. Percy couldn't help but smirk, "Oh, dear King," Percy muttered under his breath. The mixture should take effect anytime now, he thought, then started counting mentally.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven. Kronos moved over to Krios and started to share jokes with him.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three. Kronos face scrunched up in pain, his stomach started to grumble.

Two. Krios looked at him with concern and stepped towards him.

One. Kronos' face, if possible, looked even more in pain. He hugged his stomach, as if he was going to vomit.

Zero. His eyes went wide, and as did his mouth; he started gagging. All noise and music stopped as everyone looked at their King. Kronos fell to the floor, holding his stomach in pain. His mouth opened wider, until was wide enough to swallow a spear, when a rock the size of a baby was spat out. Everyone gave it weird looks until a man with black hair and sea-green eyes came out. He seemed to have a natural tan and a neatly trimmed beard. He was wearing an ocean-blue tunic. After him came out a man with pale olive skin, dark, black hair which was slick to perfection, and a cleanly trimmed goatee. He head black, obsidian eyes and wore a black tunic. And then a woman was spat out, she had long curly brown hair and soft onyx ox-like eyes (A/N: According to Percy in one of the sideline books, that's a compliment in Ancient Greece.). She was wearing a pure white chiton that resembled a wedding dress. Then came another woman with long wheat colored hair, brown eyes and a green dress.

And lastly, came out a woman with soft, curly brown hair, warm hazel eyes, and fair skin. She had on a fiery red dress, a complexion of red and orange hues. . All of their clothes were wet with saliva, seeing as they just came through Kronos' mouth moments ago. Everyone stared at them in shock, while they stared back at everyone else with the same reaction. The silence and staring contest lasted for a minute until the man wearing blue broke it.

"'Sup," he said awkwardly, "Uhh, I'm Poseidon, these are my siblings: Hera, Demeter, Hades and Hestia," he said, pointing them out separately. The woman in the white chiton was Hera, the woman in the green dress was Demeter, the man in black was Hades and the woman in red was Hestia.

Everyone stood there awkwardly, not going what to do, when Atlas suddenly screeched, "They're the ones destined to end our rule! Get them!" People sprang into action at once. Titans took out their weapons and symbols of power, summoning battle armour. Poseidon, Hera, Demeter, Hades and Hestia immediately started running for the exit, but not before Hades grabbed the rock. They burst through the doors and ran down the hallway. They kept on running, going down different hallways trying to lose their pursuers. Left. Right. Straight. Right. Right. Left. Straight. The dark hallways of Othris doing no effect on them. It was their first time outside their father's stomach, the wouldn't know when something was made with the impression of intimidation.

Suddenly on their last turn, someone pushed all of them into a dark room. They were pushed through the door, and when they were all inside, a figure locked the door; the same figure that pushed them in there the first place. When they got their bearings, they were immediately on alert-mode. They looked around the room for any weapons. They couldn't find any, so Hades raised the rock threateningly at the person. They got a good look at their oppressor, he was the same height as all of them, around 6.2". He had semi tan skin, electric blue eyes, black hair and a beard that clearly hasn't been touched for at least three days. He had on a grey tunic, and had a sword hanging from his waist. He looked all of them over once, eyes filled with concern, when he opened the door, peeked around and closed it gain.

"Good, you guys are fine, no scratches or injuries. It'll be best if we leave now, while there are no titans in sight. We're supposed to meet Perseus by the lounge, he'll help us escape through there." He said.

"Wait," Hades said, "Who are you, and why are you helping us?"

The man looked at them and said something that shocked them, "I'm helping you because mother asked me to. Well, our mother." he replied, "And as for your first question, my name is Zeus."

Hades looked at Zeus curiously and then at the rock in his hands, "So, there's seven of us?" he asked. Zeus looked at him confused while Demeter face palmed.

"How many times do we have to remind you Hades? That wretched rock is not our sibling!"

"No! SSSHHHH, your hurting his feelings!" Hades replied, covering the rock's 'ears.' Zeus looked at them with an amused smile. "As much as I wan to know why Hades has taken a liking to a rock as his friend, we really have to go now if we want to get out of Othrys."

They all went out silently and slipped into the the dark halls. They crept down without the slightest sounds. They went down hallways, turning occasionally. After a couple of minutes, they turned down another hallway, opening up to a large cavern with braziers ablaze and chairs and tables were laid out neatly everywhere. A bar filled with drinks sat at the corner. Sitting on one of the chairs was a winged man with black-as-night hair, green eyes and a tan complexion. He had a swimmers built and was very lean and seemed to be tall, around their height. He wore a simple tunic while a sword hung from his side. He had on a bracelet, which he was filling with. His wings, at least six feet long each, were spread over the couch. He looked up to see them and he smirked. He stood up and the siblings, except Zeus, went for a battle ready position. Being inside their father's stomach didn't stop them from training, with and without their powers, giving Kronos constant stomach pains. Hades raised his rock threateningly again, making the winged man laugh.

"This is Perseus," Zeus said, motioning his hand towards the winged man, "He is the person mother sent to help us escape."

Hera eyed Percy suspiciously, "How do we know we can trust you?"

"I was against your father swallowing you, firstly," Percy replied, "Second, I believe that Kronos' rule needs to end." The siblings still considered him warily, but were desperate for help. "I assume you guys still don't know how to teleport?" All of them nodded.

"Are you saying you'll teach us how to in like, five minutes?" Hestia asked. Percy shook his head, they really couldn't take a point, "No, I will teleport you to where Zeus resided previously, seeing as you cannot do it. Your mother will meet you there. Good luck." was all he said before the six children of Kronos, including the rock, vanished in a flash of light. Percy sighed contentedly, he just finished his little mission while remaining vigilant, just like why Rhea asked him to do. He turned around to walk out of the lounge when he heard a shuffle. His head whipped round to see a girl wearing a thin white dress. She had long black braided hair and slightly tan skin. Her eyes were like volcanic rock and she had a slightly upturned nose. It's a Persian princess, Percy thought, then he shook his head, whatever that is. She looked as if she was just recently crouched behind one of the couches behind Percy, where he or the gods could see her. The bottom of her dress was slightly crumpled, her right knee was slightly poised higher, as if making an effort to walk quietly. He looked closely at her, narrowing her eyes. He's sure he has seen her somewhere before. She had a slight resemblance to his uncle Atlas, the Titan of strength and endurance; that's when he figured out where he's seen her.

"Hesperide, what are you doing here?" Percy sneered at the girl, now identified as a Hesperide. She stumbled back and pressed her back against a wall when he sneered at her, obviously scared to death by the fact that a titan, especially someone like Perseus, a titan that was stronger than her tenfold, was angry at her; he, after all, had the capability to just smite her and make her cease to exist. He kept his eyes narrowed at her. His eyes were unyielding, cold and seemed to pierce through her soul. The hesperide was sweating buckets, fearing for her life, fearing that Perseus might kill her for eavesdropping; and that was very much possible.

Percy stared at her for a couple more intense moments, contemplating what to do with her. For the girl, it felt as if hours have passed until Percy passed his judgement on the girl. Percy averted his gaze unto the floor, then looked up again. Then suddenly, as quick as lightning, his sword was freed fro its scabbard and leveled at her throat. She gulped, this is it, she thought.

Percy held his position for a moment before he spoke, "If you swear on the river to never reveal to anyone, especially to a titan, what you saw just now, I will let you go and act as nothing happened, and so will you. However, if you do not wish to abide by my terms, I will-"

"I swear to the Styx that I'll abide by your terms unless you say that it is alright for me to tell someone! Please, just spare me!" the hesperide pleaded with Percy. He let his sword hand drop to his side after sheathing his sword. He looked back up at her and she started sweating again. She's heard of the stories about titans, especially the males, doing whatever they wanted with women, as if they were their playthings. And, although Perseus has never been said to have ever disrespected a woman, you can never be sure about deities. He stared at her for a moment more before giving her a lopsided grin, something that Themis once told him he was famous for; well, at least among the titanesses. He then sighed in relief and ran his hand through his hair. The hesperide blushed, obviously she's never had a man smile at her like that before.

"Good," Percy said, "What's your name, Hesperide?"

"Zoe," was the girl's response, "I'm a daughter of Atlas. I like to call myself Zoe Nightshade, though."

"Well, Zoe," Percy looked out of a window and looked at the time by looking at the moon's position, a nifty trick he learnt from being the god of night, "It's already around ten, better make haste now. It was nice meeting you." And with that said, Percy flashed out, leaving a startled Zoe Nightshade. She stood there for a while, thinking over what just happened. He certainly was scary, and handsome. Zoe deduced that she might hold a slight attraction to the titan.

"And it was nice meeting you too," she muttered to herself before slowly walking out of the room.

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Percy thought about what to do. He had the titans of strength and endurance, destruction, war and hunter's skill right in from of him, waiting for him to surrender peacefully. He weighed his options, until he found a solution;

Fuck it.

He quickly stepped back inside and slammed the door behind him. He ran down the hallway to his living room, very much aware of the sounds of shouting from his pursuers and the loud sound of the door getting ripped off its hinges and getting thrown at the floor.

He ran into the living room and grabbed his sword which was hung on the wall with a scabbard. He put the strap over his shoulder and continued running. He went to the couch and saw his bracelet on the desk, he grabbed it and put it on. He then started unfurling his wings and started running for the window; until he saw his unfinished cup of cocoa. He stopped and looked back towards the table, grabbed the drink and chugged it down. Right after he put the now finished cup of cocoa back on the table, his four pursuers walked in and cornered him against the open window. Who said Titans were smart again?

Percy leapt backwards and through the window. He started to free fall until when he was fifty feet off the ground when he opened his wings and glided. He flapped once. Twice. Thrice. The more he flapped his wings, the higher the altitude he was gaining and the faster the velocity he was flying in. He shouted into the air; Hurrah! He kept on flying until a heavily blunted, bronze-tipped, grey arrow hit him right in the head, kicking him out; consciously and out of the sky.

So... yeah...

BAM! And there it is Ladies and Gentlemen, the first chapter of 'Perseus: The First Anemoi'.

Just so that you guys know, Anemoi are the wind gods (Boreas, Zephyros, those guys).

I would very much like to know what you guys think! Please Review, Follow and Favourite! With proper love, this story will blossom into one worthy of Rick R. himself.

Well, that's it folks!

Mr. Nifty, signing out...