Author's Note: Hello, and welcome to the story I plan to exceed 500k words with! This story will begin in Percy's childhood, and go beyond where the actual story left off in the Blood of Olympus. Completely new, similar quests, but new twists and stuff. Different pairings as well, and I hope to bring out the most vivid emotions you have. So, without further ado, lets get to the story!

Chapter One

"Where the hell are you, sneaky bastard?!" a voice roared throughout a small apartment on Christmas eve. A six year old boy sat cowering being a sofa, praying that he would remain hidden. His mother lay unconscious in the next room, his stepfather's rage visible in the marks of harm on the woman and her child.

"If you don't come out, I'll kill you when I find you!" the man roared. Percy Jackson crouched even lower behind his last barrier, knowing that the only thing keeping Gabe Ugliano from finding him was a sofa. He watched the shadow of the enormous man slinking closer to his hiding spot, the knife in his hand casting a wicked point onto the wall. The man's grumbling stopped. Percy tried to hold his breath in so he didn't make any noise. Nothing moved, there was no sound, no hint of the man's location. Just when Percy thought he was safe, he let out a muffled sigh before the couch was violently pulled away from him. He shrieked in fright and raised his hands to cover his chest and face but it was no use.

"Caught you, you little shit!" Gabe roared. He grabbed Percy by the neck and lifted him into the air so his feet dangled uselessly above the ground below.

"L-let me go!" Percy choked, squirming as hard as he could but Gabe's grip was iron.

"Oh no, I made a promise, remember? I promised that I'd kill you if you didn't come out. And guess what? You stayed hidden, and it doesn't take a detective to find out what happens next, does it?" Percy let out a strangled cry and kicked madly but to no avail. Gabe raised his knife and slashed it across Percy's chest, cutting about half an inch deep. Percy screamed in pain, and Gabe released him. Percy lay on the floor in a growing pool of his own blood. He felt Gabe kick his ribs and heard a snap before pain rushed into his mind. He could barely see, but he watched as Gabe sneered at him and walked to the kitchen before collapsing to the ground.

"Percy! Are you alright? Oh gods... You're okay. You're okay..." It was Percy's mother. She had woken up. The last thing Percy saw before sinking into sleep was his mother's forced smile, reassuring him that everything would be alright.

AGE 7

"Happy Birthday Percy!" his mom sang as he sat in front of a cake topped with blue icing. His stepfather was in the kitchen with them, his face kept in a constant mask of calm but the rage was still there, buried under a thin layer. But he knew if he tried anything he'd be in jail before he could say 'beer'. But that didn't stop him from beating Percy occasionally. Whenever Sally was gone, Gabe took out his anger on Percy, hurting him enough to make him beg for it to stop, but not enough to leave bruises or scars. Speaking of scars, Percy's torso had a long white line running diagonally from his left shoulder to his right hip. It was jagged, for the knife had cut deep and uneven. Doctors had said it would never fully heal, and he would carry the scar with him for the rest of his life. But right now, Percy didn't care. He was just focused on spending time with his mother. But that time would not last forever.

AGE 8

"No!" Percy cried out, watching Gabe run a knife across Sally's stomach. Percy watched, unable to help his mother, for he was tied to a chair. It had all gone wrong when Sally let Gabe have a drink for his recent changes in behavior. The alcohol had quickly soured his mood and clouded his thoughts, and he grew angry at her and Percy. He had knocked her out and tied up Percy, and then killed her by cutting her stomach.

"Gabe, stop!" Percy cried, but he might as well have tried talking to a wall. Gabe finished with Sally and jerked his head up to stare at Percy. He let a very inhuman smile creep its way onto his face, and Percy's eyes widened in fear.

"Listen up brat, now that your mother is dead, I can torture you all I want and you will be powerless to stop me!" Percy watched in fear as Gabe walked into the kitchen, and began to boil a pot of water. Percy knew what was going to happen, but he was stuck where he was. And then he let silent tears fall from his eyes.

OLYMPUS

The twelve Olympian gods sat in their thrones watching Hephaestus television, or more specifically, knews of the mortal world. Half of them were bored, and wondered why Athena suggested they study mortals closer. They were not as entertaining as they were in ancient times. Zeus sat in his throne, flicking through random Iris images, nearly invisible clouds of mist that formed faint rainbows but were enough for the gods. most of them were boring images of people eating dinner, or playing with pets. He was about to tell everyone they could leave when the mist image made a loud and sudden noise, similar to that of a man shouting, and all the gods lurched in surprise, before watching more closely.

"...think you've had enough of those, Gabe." said a woman in the image. There was an eight year old boy with jet black hair and sea green eyes standing behind her, peeking at an enormous man with dozens of beer bottles in front of him.

"NO! This is my house just as much as yours, so I'll have as many as I want you bitch! Now get out of my sight you whore, or you will regret it!" Some of the goddesses gasped at how the man spoke, while the gods shuffled uneasily. Artemis however, noticed that Poseidon was a little paler than usual. Before she could ask, a sudden cry of pain brought her attention back to the screen. The man was standing over the woman and the boy, a long kitchen knife in his hand.

"I said GET OUT!" he roared, but the woman looked back him without fear.

"Gabe, if you don't calm down, I'll have to call the cops." The man simply laughed at this claim.

"Oh no, little Sally is gonna call the cops! I might get arrested! But wait, she can't call the cops if she's dead!" he mocked, before slamming a hand into her forehead with so much force she crumpled to the ground instantly. The man then turned to the boy, who despite his obvious fear, stood his ground in front of the man, holding a butter knife in front of him.

"What are you gonna do kid, butter me?" the boy mumbled something under his breath.

"What did you say to me?!" The man roared.

"I said that you don't need any more butter on your hands, you've already let any hope of success slip through your fingers." Despite the situation, some of the gods laughed, and Apollo said "I like this kid!".

The laughing stopped immediately when the man growled and scooped up the thrashing child and tied him up with a belt. Some of the gods noted with disgust that the belt had dried flakes of blood on it, evidence that this was not the first time this had happened. The gods watched as the man killed the woman, and began to boil the water. It didn't take long to see his intentions, and some of the gods had to be restrained from flashing down to kill the man.

Once the water had come to a boil, the man dragged the child into the kitchen, still tied to his chair.

"Tell me kid, how much of the human body is water?"

"S-seventy five percent." Percy managed between sobs.

"Well, your percentage is about to change." the man said. But instead of dumping the water onto Percy, he grabbed some sort of opening device and used it to hold Percy's mouth open. Almost all of the gods gasped.

"But that'll kill him!" said Athena, who had obviously not seen this coming. The gods watching in horror as the man began to tilt the water towards Percy's face. Then, the first few drops spilled onto his tongue, and he screamed in pain. The man lifted the pot higher and higher, but only a few drops came out. The gods were puzzled, yet Artemis glanced at Poseidon and saw him looking... proud?

"What the hell..?" the man muttered, and looked into the pot to see what was wrong. Just then, the boiling water surged out of the kettle, bursting all over the mans face. He fell to the ground clawing at his eyes and mouth, screaming curses. Several of the gods thought it was just a miracle, but then the water began twirling around him in a snakelike pattern. Zeus glared at Poseidon.

"You are not supposed to interfere with mortal lives, no matter how terrible. Poseidon lifted his hands in surrender and said

"That's not my doing." Zeus looked at him curiously, but Athena gasped almost immediately. Artemis did as well, her suspicions confirmed.

"You... you broke your oath! That's your child!" Poseidon could only nod his head while Zeus fumed.

"You broke your oath to not have demigod children? The oath that would have kept us safe from the great prophecy? How dare you?!" Poseidon looked at Zeus.

"You mean the oath that you broke about seven years ago? With your daughter Thalia? And then again, as a Roman, with your son Jason? That oath? It is true, I sired this child, but you would be a hypocrite to blame me." Zeus glared at him but said nothing else. Everyone turned back to the image in the steam to see the child struggling against his bonds, the man with his skin burned so severely there was no doubt he was dead on the ground before him. Finally, after thirty minutes of wiggling, he got his hands free and quickly untied his legs. He tried to stand, but collapsed onto the ground, too tired to go on. The screen faded into darkness as the boy lost consciousness.

AGE 9

Percy Jackson sprinted through the woods of Central Park, New York. A growl could be heard a ways behind him, but he knew it had his scent and would eventually find him. His only hope was to get to water. After the incident with Gabe and his mother, the police had found him in his apartment after getting numerous calls from neighbors about the noise level.

Just then, Percy broke through some trees and found a creek. He sprinted into the water and collapsed, chest heaving. He knew he only had a minute at best, so he sat there allowing it to rush over him, healing his wounds. He pulled out a bronze sword he'd picked up from one of the strange creatures who had been chasing him, with two snake bodies as legs. It seemed to be much more effective at killing the monsters that plagued his world. He thought he'd get safety after the death of Gabe, but upon arriving at an orphanage he immediately decided he had to leave. Mysterious figures kept approaching the building, and his presence only put the other children at risk. So he ran, ran into the woods of Central Park, and stayed there. Monsters tried to kill him, but he always seemed to know what he needed to do when he needed to do it. After his fights however, even after much practicing, he couldn't perform the techniques he used when dispatching the hellish creatures.

A growl tore through the trees and a black mastiff burst into the clearing where the creek was located. Percy stood quickly and tried to will the water towards the monster, but he was still too weak. He knew that when he was older he'd have more control over it, but for now all he'd managed was a small tidal wave. The dog leapt at him and he raised his sword to intercept it. The dog failed to change direction midair and landed straight on the blade, turning to dust before it even hit Percy. Percy sighed and fell into the river again to clean off the golden dust. But he couldn't shake the feeling he was being watched, by some sort of mysterious power. It didn't feel bad in intent, but it wasn't particularly friendly either. More like a silent judge. As Percy rinsed his face, he looked around him to see if there was something watching him. He saw nothing and dismissed it as paranoia. But unknown to him, the gods of Olympus were watching him through a fine sheet of mist, tracking his progress and waiting for the satyr to arrive.

AGE 10

Percy stumbled through the trees, looking for the source of the noise he'd heard earlier. It had sounded like fighting, with swords clashing and shouting. Finally, he came to a house that looked desperately in need of repair. Over the course of a year, he'd made it to Brooklyn, which shouldn't have taken that long but with constant monster attacks and no map or compass, Percy wasn't focused on a location rather than moving away from his past.

Percy slowly opened the door, but it creaked despite his silent protests. Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed down one of the dark halls.

"Percy? Is that you? Is my baby alright?" Percy wanted to run to his mother's voice, but he knew she was dead, and he knew Cyclopes had the ability to mimic voices. But he decided that he'd let it lead him to itself.

"Mom? Is that you?" he called into the dark.

"Yes, come here! Where have you been?" Percy quietly pulled out his sword, which still didn't feel right in his hands, like it was unbalanced. But it was better than nothing. Percy crept down the hall, careful to keep up his conversation so the constant noise might hint at the monsters' location.

"So, how is Uncle Jake?" he asked, picking a random name from his family tree. He understood that Cyclopes could pull voices from his past, but not memories. Then, a new voice spoke.

"I'm alright, your mother told me what happened to Gabe and we came here looking for you! I'm sorry about the death of your stepfather, I know you two were close." well, that meant there were at least two cyclopes, and they were idiots. Percy had a feeling they were both in the next room, though he had no idea how he knew. His water powers scared him enough, having the ability to sense anything anywhere would just confuse him even further.

Percy quickly jumped into the next room, surprising the two cyclopes. Before they could react, he sliced the head off the first and stabbed the second in the throat. Both dissolved into dust, but he could sense another somewhere above him. He walked back into the main hall, and climbed the dusty staircase quietly, trying to make the wood creak less. When he arrived, he felt the presence of four creatures in the next room. But before he tried an assault, Percy decided to investigate his new 'sixth sense'. He tried extending it, and was surprised when he saw a fuzzy image of the room he was about to enter. There was a large blur, and four small blurs hanging above a blank spot in Percy's vision. Since cyclopes liked to cook their meat, and the three hanging objects were smaller, he assumed the blank spot was a fire. But that meant that... he was sensing the water molecules in the air. Percy adjusted his grip on his sword and approached the door frame, deliberately making his footsteps heavy to match that of a cyclopes.

"Phil, you get that fourth demigod? Or is it another satyr?" said the cyclopes, not even turning around from his spices which he was tossing into a kettle of water. Percy didn't answer, but instead lunged forward with his sword, but the monster must have realized something was wrong and dodged the attack.

"Well well, looks like you managed to get past my brothers. How did you knock them out?" Percy simply showed him his sword, which still had their essence on it's edges. He growled at Percy before picking up a large wooden cudgel.

"This is for my brothers! You will pay!" he swung the weapon at Percy who ducked under the strike and rolled inside the cyclopes' guard before jumping off his chest in a backflip, slicing up the monster's stomach as he flipped. He landed on one knee, ducking under a punch sent at his head. He quickly slashed one leg off, then the other, before severing the cyclopes' left arm. Before he could get to the arm with the cudgel, it slammed into Percy's chest and sent him flying into the wall, which cracked under the force. He sat up, groaning, and got to his feet. The cyclopes was cursing as golden blood gushed from his wounds.

"This is not the last you'll see of the McGawf brothers! We will find you when we reform, and we will kill you!" and with that, the cyclopes dissolved into golden dust. Percy limped over to the hanging demigods and satyr and cut them free. One of them was about ten, Percy's age. The other two were in their teens, and the satyr was an unknown age.

"Who are you?" the satyr asked.

"I'm Percy Jackson, who are you?" The satyr looked at the two teens and nodded briefly before saying

"I'm Grover, a satyr, and this is Luke, Thalia and Annabeth." The boy, Luke, looked to be about fifteen or so, with blonde hair and mischievous blue eyes. The girl, Thalia, had a punk style shirt on and skintight dark jeans. The younger girl, about Percy's age, had blonde hair and gray eyes, which seemed to analyze everything they saw for potential strengths and weaknesses.

"But we're not important. The gods sent me to collect Thalia here, but Annabeth and Luke tagged along too. Then, they said you'd be joining us as well, and that you were to be delivered to camp immediately." Percy struggled to take all the information in.

"Gods? Camp? And that cyclopes asked if his brother had another demigod... Care to explain?" Grover nodded hastily while Thalia kept trying to subtly get Luke's attention by brushing her hand against his, or bumping into him on accident. Luke seemed to notice, but said nothing of it.

"Well, you've heard about Greek mythology, correct?" Percy nodded his head.

"Well, it's not mythology. Those gods and monsters are out there, and they still sire children with mortals. You're one of those children. It would help us understand who your godly parent was if you told us a little about yourself before we take you to camp. Camp is basically where we train and fight." Grover said, and Percy nodded.

"Well, aside from the usual, I seem to have the ability to control water..." Percy said. Luke, Thalia and Grover looked at him stunned while Annabeth kept studying him curiously, as she'd been doing the whole time.

"Can you... demonstrate this ability?" Thalia asked. Percy nodded, and willed the boiling water out of the made it twist and turn above their heads like a serpent, before sending it back into the kettle.

"Okay, I have a strong feeling I know who your godly parent is, but let's not jump to conclusions. But for now, we better get going. So, let's go!" Grover said. Annabeth, Thalia and Luke followed after him, so Percy did as well. He looked back into the shadows of the cyclopes home before turning and following them through the woods, heading North. Wherever this camp was, it had to be better than a life on the run.