AN: I only own the plot and OC's (this is for all chapters)

Blades glittered in the morning sunlight, which had already scorched the ground underneath the two combatants creating an almost barren setting. The Trees around

them seemed to sway peacefully as if they were uncaring of the intense battle before them. The two individuals clashed there roman gladius' together creating a large

explosion of sound, deafening the young boy slightly but as solid as a stone, he held strong at the sudden surge of blows and strikes against him. At this point he had

more time to study his opponent. Her soft brown hair cascaded down her shoulders which accented the stern facial features which suited her perfectly. The brown

haired Eighteen year old swayed her hips gently whilst trying in vain to cut him across the chest distracted the adolescent boy for a split second. This cost this boy

dearly as the young woman noticed his blunder and pressed the advantage, forcing him back into a metaphorical wall. The 11 year old knew he could not win and

then proceeded to wildly jab at her which bore no fruits for his labour. A small smirk creeped up on her face as she kicked the long blade out of his weathered hands

and put her sword to his neck. "Yield, Perseus" said the young woman. The proclaimed Perseus hung his head in shame as he had failed yet again in combat. "I

Yield, Lady Lupa" Announced Perseus. His fighting prowess was not as nearly as skilled as the immortal she-wolf but the black haired boy needed to defeat her in

order to find out about his family that he so desperately desired.

Soon night fell and Perseus still gleamed with sweat as he had been training with practice dummies all morning and afternoon to perfect his stance and technique with

a short break in-between to have a light lunch of meat and bread. Although his hunger had been satisfied, the deep routed need for information about his currently

deceased parents could not have been so easily vanquished. The cool night air seeped his skin like sharp needles due to the excess sweat in his T-Shirt. Perseus

gently took off his shirt exposing his naked torso to the outside world. If any person would look upon his body they would gasp in horror at what they saw. Scars as

wide and deep as chasms lay waste to his once innocent body. Burns marred skin like a nuclear wasteland. However all of the torture on his body could not detract

from his eyes which where a kaleidoscope of colours. A haunted look appeared on his face as he traced once of the deeper scars on his chest. The image of his abuser

materialized in his mind. The cruel laugh seemed to echo in his head as he walked to his small one man tent. Perseus shook his head, he knew, once again, that

tonight was going to be a sleepless night.

Dream…

Pain filled his rear end as he was bent over the top of the chair. His eyes were closed again to help nullify the intense feeling of dread. A small groan of pain escaped

his bruised and battered lips as his abuser caused him even more suffering. It was almost lasted for hours but his common sense told him otherwise. Two years ago

his mother had abandoned him to the will of the walrus like monster in the tiny apartment which was littered with empty beer cans and microwave meals. After his

mother had left him, he was a slave, a slave to Gabriel Ugliano and his own mind. Perseus came back to reality after being slammed into the chair seat and thrown to

the floor. Warm blood trickled out of his mouth and the raven haired boy spat it out again. Slowly, Perseus crawled out of the living room and into his so called

bedroom. It was the closet in the room of Gabe's bedroom so his all mighty lord could have "free access" to his body. He softly shut the door, resting his back against

the wall Perseus sighed and drifted in and out of consciousness.

He next woke up with an intense bright light blinding him. It was Gabe. "Slave, make breakfast" Barked the devil. All of the muscles in Perseus' body were aching due

to the constant assault and battery the endured. Breakfast went too quickly for his liking. He hated this part of the day the most as Gabe's poker "Buddies" would

share his body to do the most gruesome tasks. Today it was using his well-toned chest as a dart board. His favourite. The laughter of the men before him caused him

to wince. The first dart was thrown. It moved in slow motion towards the raven haired boy and then pain erupted in his shoulder. Sometimes he thought they were

trying to miss to cause him more agony but he honestly didn't know, then it all went black.

Present

Perseus woke up in a cold sweat. The sleeping bag was drenched causing the 11 year old to sigh in annoyance. As he crawled out of the one man tent the sun

glimmered on the horizon. Lupa was in her she-wolf form, sitting on her hind legs staring into the distance. His kaleidoscope eyes reflecting a rainbow of vibrant

colours as he stood next to the she-wolf. A lone tear travelled down his cheek as he thought about all that had happened to him. "Why?" Perseus croaked, letting his

emotions out after months of bottling it up. "I do not know child, maybe the fates have something against you or your godly parent" Lupa mused. "All I know is that

the fates are not kind." Perseus pondered on the fact and decided to accept it for what it was. "It is time for you to head west "Lupa spoke up after a short time.

"Your training is complete." Perseus looked shocked. After all he had not beaten the immortal in close quarters combat but a steely complexion set in his face. "I will

not fail you Lupa" Perseus voiced aggressively and headed unknowingly to Camp Jupiter with his backpack of provisions and a golden sword to boot. Out of the ear

range of the young, scarred boy only a few words were spoken in return. "I know you won't…..Percy."

AN: Whelp that's that, my first fic. Constructive Criticism please. My brain can only handle so much flame.