Disclaimer: Percy Jackson and Olympians is owned by Rick Riordan

Percy POV

'Doing the same thing and expecting different results is the definition of insanity. You do know that, don't you?'I shouted.

The only answer I got was an angry bellow from the Minotaur (who was trying his best to skewer me). I sighed, before dodging at the last possible moment. The beast ran past me before colliding with the central pillar of the abandoned house we had been fighting in.

Thankfully, I was able to escape right before the house collapsed on Pasiphae's son. Asterion (original Greek name of Minotaur) was by far the most persistent monster I had ever met.

He had met his death four times by my hand (not that it had any effect on him or his strategy which seemed to consisted of running after me and hoping that I won't dodge). Maybe he's so dumb because his brain is literally filled with beef.

I jogged back to the pillar which was now sticking out like a sore thumb in the middle of destruction we had caused. I quickly pulled out the Minotaur's horn which had been lodged into the concrete pillar.

I quickly turned about and sprinted away from the battleground (after all a seven year old near a recently collapsed building would surely raise a few eyebrows and I would be interrogated by the police. That is if they catch hold of me.)

If you have not figured it out by now let me spell it out for you, Greek gods and Greek monsters are all real. They are here in America and they are most likely responsible for all your problems and (rather unknowingly) all you happiness.

As for me I am Perseus Jackson, nine years old, son of Poseidon. And I have sworn an oath to become the greatest hero to ever live.

Sammy POV

Now before you judge me realize that all that you know about us monsters is based on hearsay. Yes, I am a monster more accurately an empousa as mortals and demigods call us.

Although it would be advisable not to call us that name because it means one legged. We prefer the name Hecatean demons and if you call me anything else you will be instantly placed in the "tear up and eat flesh" list for being too bothersome.

Hmm flesh… Yummy!

Sorry, got a little distracted.

Now where was I? Ah! yes, I was telling you about my kind's history.

Well... We were released from Pandora's pithos and as daughters of Hecate and Mormo (our dad was the spirit who ate bad children so you can blame him for our tendencies) we were sent to guard the crossroads, although that plan was not very successful mostly due to our tendency to eat the travelers who used said crossroads.

Sometime later we were cursed by various gods whose children we ate and were turned into complete monsters with one leg of bronze and other of a donkey although they mostly forgot about removing our magic and our charm speak and ability to manipulate mist which lead to more killings.

Now this is all common knowledge what most people don't know is that there is a way out of this curse but most find the way out to be too bothersome (as is the case most of the time.)

This way which is known to only a few empousa and gods is to find a demigod who is worthy (it is more daunting than you realize after all there are very few demigods who are not eaten), be defeated by him or (as is more likely) her (a girl is more likely since they don't fall for our looks like most boys), come out of the fight alive (and the odds are...A million to one considering they have already defeated you) and to swear your loyalty to them and if your new found Queen/king lives the life of heroes (according to the Fates) then and only then will an empousa be allowed to return to being beautiful and immortal daughters of Hecate (hopefully without the tendency to eat people.)

So it comes as little surprise that none of us were ever freed and this way out was forgotten by all but a select few.

Percy POV

Many people look at me and none spare a second glance.

After all a nine year old eating a burger like it's the last thing he will ever eat is not very surprising... that is if you choose to ignore the fact that my clothes are torn, with blood and grime so deeply ingrained into their fabric that the fabric appears to be rust colored instead of the original blue-green.

But then again it could be because of the MIST BAND I wear.

However my thoughts are cut off as I see a girl of about my age staring at me with hungry eyes.

She has fiery red colored hair with pale white skin and a malnourished body - the tell tale sign of a street kid.

I break the sandwich into two parts and hand one to her. She takes it hesitantly and then runs away without sparing me a second glance.

Maybe because she was afraid that I would take the gift back.

Being on the streets basically means hunger.

For some it is the hunger for food and bed and a roof and all other comforts one imagines while for others it is the hunger for greatness a need to rise above mediocre and mundane and to become a legend who inspires the generations ahead, to be remembered and respected.

Hard work betrays none but dreams betray many,

working hard alone doesn't mean I will achieve my dreams.

But even so working hard and achieving something on my own is a consolation enough.

Of course I am broken out of my musing by the sounds of pubs which suddenly go full blast.

Normal people might think it is a coincidence when all the pubs turn their sound to full blast at the same time. I know better.

It is a signal that opus die would start entertaining customers in an hour.

Opus die is a human trafficking group which merged with a drug cartel.

They have a similar modus operandi in each city. They start by finding the vilest men and women in the city and give them free stock of the special drug opus.

This drug is not like the others where you act drunken and are caught easily.

Rather it gives you a felling of extreme confidence it even makes you sharper, smarter & faster for a few hours. The high( the time when you do act drunk) comes after the drug has left your system.

Which means that even if you are caught you will be let free because there was no trace of any drugs in your system. More importantly you do not become addicted to it consciously but you have to keep taking it every week day after day or else you DIE!

It is the perfect drug if you want to make someone loyal to you. The men and women who become regular are given an option either they start working with Opus Die and in return they will get a measly amount of money and a packet of the stuff they can't live without or of course you start paying up hefty amounts.

These people readily agree, after all they did not have much of a conscience to begin with and the offer (of either serve or die) pretty much seals the deal.

These people then set up a distribution center somewhere near a library or other mostly abandoned buildings and have no fixed time of service. If somebody wants something they wait for signal from the pub.

Over the next hour people pile up at the distribution center in hordes and are served to a variety of vanities... for a huge price of course.

But of course an organization this large and evil was not satisfied by destroying people's life by drugs they went into human trafficking too. They work without ethics and for them kindness is equivalent to crime.

They have everything sealed up watertight. All the dangers thought about and a few holes which pop up from time to time can be easily fixed.

But Opus Die does make mistakes, they made one when they messed with my family.

Contest

1. There is a sudden change in an object in the story (like seven year old turning to nine year old or swords turning into spears) See if you can find it.

2. Can you guess which new weapon have i introduced into the story. (Hint - It is mentioned only once through out the chapter)

Rewards... Personal Satisfaction. Leave your answer in review or PM it. I will let you know if you are correct