A/N: This will be my redemption story to make up for the last one. I lost all motivation for the path that story was going down. So, I hope you enjoy the new one!

Chapter 1: The Curse Begins

Thunder clapped loud over head as Sally Jackson ran with her 7-year-old son in tow. The heavy rain saturated the pavement making her cheap shoes slip as she stomped through the puddles. Pedestrians yelling and complaining as she pushed past them, sometimes even shoving them, to clear a path. Though it was high noon, the heavy clouds that loomed over head made it seem that it was well past dusk. Sally knew this wasn't a normal storm. She wasn't blind by what they called the "mist", she was aware of what this storm had in store for her and her son. She felt her breathes scratch her dry throat as she heaved. Her lungs on the verge of a collapse as her adrenaline kept her legs mobile. Finally stopping next to a skinny alley, she pushed her son down first and quickly followed. Finding an old dumpster behind a Leo's Deli, she and her son took a quick break both falling to their knees and taking deep breaths. She looked over at her son's messy hair, his head was down, his clothes soaked. He was a strong boy, the strongest she has seen. But this was something even herself could barely handle. Her son's breaths deep and sounded of pain. She had no idea how far she had run. Nor did she care. Her mission as his mother was to get him to Time Square, she had to protect him. She lifted her hand and ran it over her son's head bringing him close, so she could plant a kiss on his forehead. Her nerves were as steeled as they could be, but even seeing the pain in her son's eyes broke them like sticks. His sea green eyes were blurry. Riddled with exhaustion and wear. She couldn't see him like this it was painful, but soon it will be alright. She was quickly shaken from her thoughts as she heard her son speak, "Can we stop mommy? Please?" His voice spoken as a plea. His hands shaking in hers as she slowly tightened her grip in response.

"Not yet Perseus, we need to get to Time Square, can you do that for me please? Can you be strong for mommy?"

She wasn't given a verbal response, but his body language gave off his reply as his stood up. But keeping his eyes aimed at the ground. Sally stood up and gave his hand a quick squeeze, "Stay close, we will be there soon." She stated before breaking into a full sprint to the other end of the alley.

When she broke out of the other side she was quickly met with hustling people and rude bumps. Normal people living their normal busy lives. She couldn't blame them for being rude, heck, she used to be the same way when someone bumped into her on a sidewalk. But once you leave a normal life of busy jobs and a busy social life, you learn to grow humble of the normal way. Even grow a hint of jealousy. She yearned for her life back. The simplicity, the traditional, the unaware of something deeper, and a simple care of life. But now there was no going back, even getting the opportunity to, she could never give up her son. He was the only thing keeping her sanity in the insane world that they now lived in. She darted left trying to dodge around the vast people with quick apologies and remarks when she bumped into one. The busy street on her right was filled with cabs and the sound of horns. This made her focus weary. Between slipping through the people who shook their fists and the sound of the bustling street, her search for the lights of Time Square seemed to cease. Even the rain grew heavier as it came down in buckets over the building tops. It was as though a flood was coming. That would work in his favor, she needed to find the lights. She reached an intersection and frantically looked in all directions. She needed a sign, something to show her that she is on the right path. Taking another look to her right she saw about a few blocks away the lights and seats of Time Square and finally feeling her heart lighten. "Hurry baby! It's right there!" She yelled over her shoulder to Perseus who only gave a whimper. But as fast as she could ready herself for the haul she heard a loud crack and found herself being sent down a nearby alley connecting with the jagged pavement with bone shattering force. Her body continued to roll, each turn hitting her head, until she was stopped by yet another dumpster. She felt her ribs snap, and her breathe leave her once filled lungs with a sharp shriek. She laid still allowing the pain to engulf her body. For a moment, only a quick one, she wanted to give up. To succumb to the threat and allow them to do what they pleased. But once the moment passed she remembered who the risk was for. At that thought her eyes grew wide, Perseus, she attempted to stand but was quickly greeted with a foot in her spine forcing her back to the ground.

"Sally Jackson, mother of Perseus Jackson the son of Poseidon." The owner of the foot stated, his voice shaking the earth with each word. His pressure on her increased when he finished making her scream in pain. Sally looked up at the man and got a good look at his face, instantly she recognized his face from a picture her previous love has shown her a long time ago. The man's long blonde hair fell on his broad shoulders, his electric blue eyes piercing through her soul with deadly precision, and his tailored suit that was somehow dry was as white as a lamb's fur. She felt her anger grow the longer she looked at him, "You stay away from him! Do you hear me! I will-"

"Silence!" He boomed, making a staff in the shape of what appeared to be a lightning bolt in his right hand. "You ungrateful mortal, this deed must be done to avoid billions of deaths, including the life of the gods. So, tell us where your son is."

So, Perseus isn't in the alley?

Sally gave a small smirk at her thought. Her friend must've found him before they did. I knew I could trust her. "Or else what? Will you strike me down Zeus? I thought gods had no power to kill mortals by their own hand?" She said with as much venom as she could. This was true the gods could not kill mortals by their hands, the ancient laws forbid it. Especially a mortal who was the mother of a Demi God. But her statement seemed to go array as Zeus just answered her outburst with a smirk.

"Ah, I see you have some knowledge of me. As the King of gods, my face seems to travel the globe in the time I have been alive."

"I have no knowledge of you, only how you look."

That seemed to tick him off a bit. Making his eyes flare pure hate. Until another voice threw her from Zeus's gaze.

"Sally, this must be done. Give up the boy."

Sally looked to the left and saw the man approach. Unlike Zeus, he was more causal in his attire. The dark blue Hawaiian shirt buttoned up fully allowed his tanned skin to glow. His black hair which was short yet messy, somehow made his sea green eyes pop. In his left hand he bore a trident made of bronze. Instantly Sally felt her anger turn to disgust, "Poseidon."

Poseidon stepped closer, kneeling to meet her eyes closely. His scent filled her nose, the smell of the sea. One of the things that made her fall in love with him, was now just a symbol of her disgust. "You let him convince you?! Perseus is your son, a life of your making. You'll just throw away his future over some petty words of your brother?" She spat, keeping her eyes locked on his. Watching his sea green eyes turn hollow. She loved him, she gave up her life for him and their son. Yet, here he was, coming to take the deed and throw it into the trash. Just like a typical mortal scum. Poseidon stood back up and shook his head, "Can't you see Sally?! This must be done. He could be the reason for the end of times! He is a threat and must be treated as so!" He stated, shaking with anger, "Now tell us where he is!"

"You'll never find him; you gods have nothing on him. No scent, no visual, and soon you'll lose his presence no matter what domain he is in." She said giving a slight smile at her plan. Her friend was trustworthy and good at hiding. She knew Perseus would be safe until he grew old. She just wishes she would be able to witness it. Zeus grunted and took his foot off her back. His staff glowing blue, the light burning Sally's eyes. "She speaks the truth, which will cause a problem. But no matter. We will find your son, we will kill him, and when we do we would have saved everyone from a prophecy that would have ended your world." Zeus said pointing his staff into the sky. "But you were right Sally Jackson, as gods we can't kill you. But our domains have the power to." Poseidon looked at his brother and gave a nod, then looking back at Sally, before he disappeared into the rain. Sally stood up and stared into his eyes. "To hell with you." She said before she spat on his shoes. Causing Zeus to laugh, "no Sally Jackson, it's to Tartarus for you." Just as he finished the sky illuminated a bright yellow, causing Sally to look up. Just in time to see lightning slam into her. Then the world went black.

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Hestia extinguished her flames and analyzed her surroundings. She was now just outside the city, in a small field. She witnessed the whole event. Her heart was heavy over it, but Sally managed to save a life. Hestia moved a strand of brown hair from her eyes of fire and looked down at the unconscious 7-year-old in her arms. It was a funny thing how the gods operated in their thrones. The oath was not only broken by Poseidon alone, she knew that much, Zeus was always looking for a woman and always fathered a new kid. Though, he only had one in the last couple decades, she was surprised that much. She placed Perseus down softly and started a small camp like fire. Giving Hestia a chance to see where exactly they were. She saw the city off in the distance, its buildings standing tall amongst the horizon. The storm that her brother formed now subsided letting the blue-sky shine in all its glory. She loved days like these where she could enjoy the heat of the sun. It made her smile, almost as much as being the glue that holds her family together. She turned away from the city and looked at the hill that inclined just a few feet away from them. The hill led to Camp Half-Blood. A place where Demi-Gods can go to be safe from the monsters that lurked in the shadows of the normal world. Hunting down any child of the gods. Hestia was glad she was with Perseus at this moment, if she wasn't, the monsters would come from any angle and prey on the weak boy. But her godly presence, although a subtle one, scared them off. But before she could let the boy attend the camp she needed to hide his relation to Poseidon. She walked back over to Perseus and place her hand on his head. "Perseus Jackson, I am now your Patron." She muttered as she closed her eyes and focused some of her domain into Perseus. Which instantly woke him from his deep sleep. The boy looked at the woman with a questionable look before feeling his eyes start to burn and his blood boil. He started to scream loud, snapping Hestia from her focus and putting her on her butt. The boy began to roll on the ground squeezing his head between his hands, his face in the dirt.

"Young Perseus, it is alright." Hestia quickly said, picking the boy up and holding him close. Her words like warm milk, calmed the once hurt boy. He stopped fighting and looked into his new Patrons eyes. He felt safe. Secured. He felt on fire. His eyes pained him, but the beauty of the woman kept him calm. "Where is my Mommy?" The question Hestia was prepared for. She knew he would ask, but she thought it would take more time before doing so. "Your mother entrusted you to me. I am now your new Patron. Your Guardian if you will." However, Perseus was not pleased as he quickly began to tear up. "She didn't want me?"

"Of course, she wanted you, but she was in danger, and she wanted to keep you safe. I promised her I would take you somewhere safe. However, your ticket to the new destination is not in my hand to bring you to." She said looking into the boy's eyes. His features slowly began to change from her blessing, turning his eyes brown and giving his once jet-black hair hints of brown. Perseus wiped his eyes and moved away from Hestia. "Who will take me there?"

His question was answered by yelling and shaking from the earth. Perseus stood up and looked across the field at 3 figures running away from a cloud of darkness. Hestia saw them too and smiled, Right on time, she thought putting her hand on to Perseus' shoulder. "Those three in the front will gladly take you if you run to them. Giving him a small push. Perseus turned around to see the woman, but she was gone. Leaving a smell of burned wood behind. With that he looked back toward the three figures and took off running.