A/N: So, I'm going to be trying out a new idea after taking over a year off from writing and I apologize if some of the information is not correct, much of the information I need to show Percy's heritage is vague like his father's (it will not be Poseidon) date of death was not really disclosed, just little things like that so please bear with me for the first part as once we get through that the chapters will be longer and much more accurate. Sorry for the long AN
The young praetor was looking on at his sleeping love wistfully as the sun shined through the window on to her tanned face, she was beautiful with her dark brown locks and high cheekbones. She was sleeping, it was an ungodly hour to be awake the only reason the praetor was awake is because he had a quest to attend. He wanted to avoid speaking with his lover before he left for the aforementioned quest.
He sighed before turning and stepping out of the doorway, quietly shutting the door behind him. He swiftly descended the stairs of his nice Italian styled villa picking up his bag he packed the night before and made his way to the front door quietly, he opened the door but paused. The young praetor turned around and looked at his home one last time before turning back around and exiting his home.
The praetor winced at the early morning rays beaming down at him from above, and made his way down the steps from his villa to the rest of New Rome, he looked out at the city he called home as he descended, knowing it could be the last time he would do so, it was a beautiful sight. Not many people were out at this time of day, it was a peaceful sight, the senate house practically glowed as the white stone reflected the sun, the field of mars was stunning at this time of year.
He slowly walked through Via Principalis, passing by all the little shops and the entrance to Camp Jupiter. He had finally made it to his destination, the Caldecott Tunnel, where six members of his cohort were standing waiting for him. Apparently he had been the last one to arrive.
"Michael!" the praetor heard his friend shout at him, the young praetor simply picked up his pace a bit since he was not in the mood to yell at his friend from a distance, 'he can wait until i get to him' he thought moodily, after making his way to his friend Danny he groggily said "what?", at this he received a chuckle "you're late" Danny replied dryly "I know, I usually don't wake up at 6:30 and go on quests everyday" Michael said irritated
Danny laughed again and raised his hands in surrender "sorry but we should get going now, and seeing as you're the praetor maybe you should lead us?" Michael blushed in embarrassment at forgetting his duties as praetor that he was supposed to lead everyone.
Michael turned to the rest of the fifth cohort with a serious expression on his face, the fun and games was over. It was time for the quest. The most important one issued in a very long time. The quest to fulfil the prophecy,
Seven half-bloods shall answer the call,
To storm or fire, the world must fall,
An oath to keep with a final breath,
And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death.
This was Michael's chance, to fulfil the great prophecy, he would be revered by others as a hero and the saviour as Rome. The son of Janus did not care what the augur told him. He was going to go through with this quest regardless of what that overrated monk of an augur thought he should or should not do. The prophecy was his. His hubris would not allow him to think otherwise.
"Attention!" Michael barked at the top of his voice garnering everyone's attention. The members of the fifth cohort were watching their praetor waiting for orders and shifting uneasily as they waited to venture to the land beyond the gods Alaska. They all knew this quest was insanity but they wanted the glory.
"We will be leaving immediately to the land beyond the reach of the gods, otherwise known as Alaska. We have been given a great opportunity to save the reign of the gods and be looked at as heroes by future generations! Our names will be remembered, forever written in history as we save the legion and New Rome!" Michael shouted to the group with a fierce look of determination on his face, his purple eyes glowing at the thought of being one of the greatest heroes of all time.
Michael Varus was no fool. He knew this would not workout as he and the senate had planned but he let his hubris cloud his judgement and he knew it deep down. He just hoped his future child would not be as stupid as himself and control their pride and put family before titles and accomplishments, but he ignored this as the Romans cheered on at him after he had just given his little encouragement speech to get them going. He put on a fake smile and made his way to the exit of the Caldecott tunnel. "I love you" he whispered to himself quiet enough so that no one heard him but himself.
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A lone woman with a slight bulge in her stomach sat on a bench in a park weeping, the quest had failed. Michael Varus, praetor of the twelfth legion had died and so had six others, all members of the fifth cohort. She looked down at her stomach with a slight smile, she wiped her tears and got up to leave, she walked back through Via Principalis and received many sympathetic looks and apologies from friends and people she knew, to all of which she just forced a smile and kept walking. She was pregnant and the love of her life had passed.
The day was still young, it was only around noon in New Rome, the legion had received the week off after their huge loss of imperial gold and weapons, as well as comrades, friends and family. The pregnant widow made her way to a favorite café of hers. She walked in smiling tiredly at the barista and ordering herself a coffee and muffin, she took a seat in the corner of the shop away from the crowd, usually the café was not this busy but she assumed since the legionnaires had some time off that it was more crowded than usual. She was here to visit her younger brother, her younger brother was about the last thing she had in this world, her mother had died when she was younger, and her father, Mercury, didn't care for her.
"Eden" the woman heard someone say she looked up from her meal and smiled forlornly at her brother, she didn't respond she just simply gestured for him to sit down across from her, he looked worried for her, how could he not be worried, she had just lost her boyfriend and he hadn't even said goodbye before he left her.
"How have you been?" he asked her with a slight smile that she could tell he forced to comfort her, she allowed a small genuine smile to grace her lips at the gesture, "I've been managing" she said quietly to her brother.
"That's good you're expecting soon I think the baby might help you recover from your loss" he said to his sister, he wasn't lying he genuinely thought that this baby could help her recover from the loss of her lover. He hadn't been a huge fan of Michael but he had made his sister happy and he wasn't a bad guy, but then he left and let his hubris control him. At first he had been furious with the praetor but after he passed, he wasn't as angry. He was still slightly angered that the man would leave his pregnant lover to go on a dangerous quest that could end up getting him killed.
The woman looked down at her stomach with a small smile and looked back up at her brother with a sigh "I suppose but" she paused "I just wish he could be here to help raise our baby" she finished letting a tear slide down her cheek with a sniffle.
He looked down with a sad face, before being awoken from his thoughts "Dylan!" he looked up at his sister in with wide-eyes, "my waters breaking" she groaned as her face contorted into a pained expression.
Dylan shot out of his seat and grabbed his sister frantically "it's ok let's get you out of here" he said comfortingly to her as she continued to groan in pain, Dylan put her arm around his shoulder and got her off her feet putting a hand to her waist, some of the customers were looking at the events stupefied, Dylan snapped one of them out of it with a shout "get the door!", the man got up and held the door open for them so they could exit the building, thankfully the café, was pretty close to the infirmary so he didn't have to trek to far with his sister on his shoulders.
Dylan kicked open the door to the infirmary startling the medics, the medics saw the woman groaning in pain and the bulge on her stomach, their eyes widened in realisation. Two medics ran forward, one lifted up her limp arm hanging at her side and threw it over his shoulder while the other let Dylan get out from under her arm and then put it around his own shoulders, they hauled Eden over to the nearest empty bed and sat her down.
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The new mother was looking down at her baby with a smile as her brother watched from his seat at the wall, she was beaming with joy at her newly born child, the uncle was smiling as well although a lot less intensely than his sister was. He was happy for his sister, she deserved happiness especially with the recent events of the baby's father dying.
"Perseus" she said with pride, the uncle looked confused for a second but realization dawned on his face soon enough, "that's a great name" he said to his sister in a quiet but happy voice, "the only hero to get a happy ending" she explained to her brother, he realized that she named him this because she only wanted her son to have an equally as happy ending as the original Perseus. It was quite rare for a hero to find a happy ending, if you were to look at the stories of the ancient heroes most of them would all end in blood and tragedy. Eden vowed not to allow such an ending for her son.
"Can I hold him?" Dylan asked his sister, Eden smiled before holding out young Perseus for his uncle to take him and hold him in his own arms, Dylan gently plucked Perseus from her hands and examined his features, Perseus had big purple eyes that almost seemed to glow and fat cheeks. He looked up at his uncle, curiosity scrawled across his features, Dylan smiled at his joyous little nephew and let out a little chuckle before looking up at his sister before pausing, "he has his father's eyes" he said sadly to his sister, she nodded and lost her smile for a moment before forcing another one to appear on her face.
Dylan held out Perseus to his sister and she slowly leaned forward and picked up Perseus from his uncle before quietly muttering a thanks, Dylan nodded to his sister before sighing sadly "I should head back to Camp Jupiter now" Eden frowned at her brother "I thought you guys got the week off" she asked in confusion, "we did but I need to get back to train, my centurion said he still wants us to put in some work over the week" he explained with an annoyed look on his face, he needed to be here for his sister but his stupid centurion was a hardhead when it came to things like this
Dylan looked up at his sisters face and saw her depressed look "I can still visit though" he added on to assure her that he would still come and visit, she smiled appreciatively at him and motioned for him to leave, he waved and left the room.
A/N: So, tell me how it was, I know it wasn't that great but I'm not that great at intro chapters and I had to make a TON of OC's since there really isn't any context towards the time that I placed this chapter in so don't worry if you don't like OC's, I hate OC's, I just had to make a bunch for the intro. Chapters will also get longer as I said I am bad at intros. Tell me how I did
