Hi. This is my first fanfiction about Percy Jackson's universe. This fanfiction follows the story of a son of Hermes as he defends the Olympians and the western civilization from a primordial deity of darkness. Reviews are greatly appreciated. Enjoy!
Third Person POV
A young man wearing a hood was seen walking out of a building looking left and right. Where is that boy?
He walked towards the street when he heard a scream and darted his eyes side to side. Noticing that no one seemed to have heard the scream, he ran towards the source of the scream. Turning into an alley, he saw his target. Finally! Wait…Shit!
"Help! Someone… Anyone… Help me!" screamed a terrified boy around 10 as he scurried backwards from the 5 harpies that spread out to cut him off.
"Fire should be useless against them. So…" the hooded man mumbled to himself before pulling out five throwing knifes from his side and ran up the wall before jumping in front of the boy.
"Who are you?" the boy asked as the hooded man spin and released the knives.
The harpies then plummeted to the ground before dissolving into gold dust and scattering in the wind.
"T…Thanks, I guess. My name is Jeremy, what's yours?" The boy picked himself up as he extended his hand.
"You can call me J. I need you to trust me, okay? Do you live alone?" The hooded man took the hand and shook it.
"Yeah, I was an orphan since birth…" Jeremy looked a bit uncomfortable.
"Okay. I am going to send you to a Camp for people like us. They will teach you how to fight those things." The hooded man raised his right hand and waited for a response.
"Okay… But…What do you mean people like us? What are those things?" Jeremy asked while gesturing wildly.
"People in the camp will explain but let me tell you this, we are children of the gods and we will always be in danger." The hooded man then chanted something and wind started gathering around Jeremy.
"Wha…" Jeremy did not finish as he was whisked away by a mini tornado. Good Luck Jeremy.
"Good job as usual, my champion."
"Milady." The hooded man knelt down to a vision of a goddess.
"No need to be so formal, Jayden. We talked about this." The goddess folded her arms.
"I am sorry, milady but this is my most comfortable way of addressing you." The hooded man stood up and smiled.
"Hmph… Do you not wish to join the Camp you just send the boy to?" The goddess eyes shone with concern.
"No, it is too early to return to the Gods. I enjoy my freedom, milady. I will return soon. Farewell, milady."The hooded man swept his arms across the vision and walked into the shadows.