Perseus, last of the Shaman Chapter one:

AN: WAKE UP ! SLAM4C'S back baby! And I got a burst of inspiration by one of the ideas flying around in my void of a head, it'll be an AU of Percy Jackson, where he instead of being born into the 21st century, was born into a nomadic tribe of immortal outcasts (Including Olympians hint hint) who swore to a new master to protect the Planet, the Elements, and Balance around Earth. But a mysterious force nearly wiped out the tribe so now they've all gone into hiding waiting for the need to rise once more. Anyway Percy became one of the Tribe's warrior Shamans.

So here's

Chapter 1:

3rd Person PoV: The air was dark, and filled with an unknown sorrow, leaving the once considered beautiful plain as a melancholy feeling husk of a shell…

Where there was once life, there is now death and decay in the open spaces, where there was once Elation and a passion that would be indescribable to Immortal or Mortal, there is only sorrow and the heavy stench of rot in the air and elements.

But there is hope here in this barren waste of a land, a tribe of pariahs; they have sworn to protect the Earth, its natural elements and forces, and the balance of the world. But something has begun to stir with the birth of our hero…A hero who would one day, become the World Shaman, Leader of the Shaman and Protector of the Earth. It was here that Fate had been tampered with from its original aim and course. The Moirai themselves know not what caused this, only the birth of someone powerful and heroic…Mostly.

Hestia's PoV( Okay bear in mind I have no idea how the fu** child birth goes, looks, or sounds like, and I don't want to find out soon, so just…Imagine it is whatever happens during labor okay?)

I lay in my infirmary bed, exhausted from the fact that I brought a new soul into our Tribe of Pariahs and Family…My lover then came to my side with such speeds that he seemed like Hermes mixed in with an Air Elemental. He quickly caressed my face as I leaned into his touch tiredly. A peaceful silence was brought between us when finally; one of the Healing Shamans asked the question rattling about in everyone's mind: "What will you name the child Lady Hestia?" 'Couldn't she have waited a bit while longer for this silence that I cherish so dearly now to be over?' I thought annoyingly in my head, yet dropped those types of thoughts nearly as quickly as they entered my head. My lover finally chuckled breaking the air of silence with his deep bass laugh. "Yes what shall we name him my sweet one?" (I'd love to see one of you come up with better for this kind of serious situation…Now you may laugh) I thought of common names amongst the tribe: Crowe, Jotun (Pronounced Yo-tun), Valerius… The list grew and grew exponentially when finally my husband brought up the idea with these words: "Hestia…My dear, why not name him after Perseus Zeus son, his middle name could be Thrall, and his last name of his own choosing."

He finally brought that idea up. I completely fell in love with the first name but his middle name sent a wave of rage into me, I angrily asked him "Name him another word for 'Slave' dear husband you better have a good reasoning as to why you of all people would choose that name!" I winced mentally at the amount of venom and loathing in my voice, but I was truly curious as to why we would name him Thrall. He laughed nervously knowing Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn…

"W-well you see honey…E-everyone in Th-this world is a slave to something, (If this offends ANYONE please tell me and I will remove it entirely Okay? You guys come first got it?) Sometimes those 'chains' being humans as slaves to their supposed 'equal'; we as immortals to our curse also known as everlasting life. Never to be able to feel the cold comfort of the Lord of Death. And Perseus here, being bound by fate, duty, responsibility, and being the Half-Immortal son of Hestia and-" "Yes you, but you need not to rant any longer my dear husband…For you have proven your point. We shall have his middle name as 'Thrall'."

I giggled quietly at his guffawing expression. "B-but…Y-you…What?" He barely managed to stutter out of his mouth. Now I giggled aloud. "I can never be angry at you my dear husband…For you brought the gift of our child into this world." I replied gently and lovingly to him.

My husband then asked the question weighing upon his mind and mine as well, that question being "May I hold our first and only child my dear?" He asked after he was finished mock pouting at my answer. I smiled brightly, and offered little Perseus to his father.

My husband quickly took a liking to him and began talking to him "Hi little one. I'm your daddy…I know you barely understand any of this rant towards you, but know that your mother and I will love you till our bitter end…" He ranted quickly in a happy and joyful tone, his whole facial expression showing happiness and elation I had not seen in years. "I can't believe we made this boy Hestia…How we could have made something so handsome will always be beyond my comprehension. He has your facial features and smile Hestia, yet a blending of our abilities, personalities, and ideals." He said to me which allowed a small smile to play on my face which earlier had been somber at the thoughts of his trials ahead. I snapped back to attention after he began talking again.

"Yet you have your mother's and I's good looks, Hestia, he'll be a lady killer when he's old enough to know what that means" He exclaimed joyfully. He then offered me back when I decided to inspect and see if what he said was true.

He did indeed have my facial features, high cheek bones giving him a look of nobility and regality, yet he had the face of a hardened warrior and leader even at this young of an age, a trait from both of us I suppose. His eyes were astonishing, they were a beautiful sea of emerald flames, not dangerous and hurting ones, but warm and caring ones that reminds one of their mother's protective instinct and hold upon a newborn. But there was a hidden danger in them most would never spot, one saying 'Mess with my family, home, or friends and you'll have your intestines strangling you.' (Hehe I'm evil)

I moved on from my musing of his eye appearance to his nose, which was upturned just right to show that he had the appearance of someone of noble birth.

His hair color a midnight black, one that you could look at and wonder how something could be that dark yet enticing. It was accompanied by the windswept hair look and after all of my inspections I finally found my love's words to be true. He'd be a real lady killer in the future or when he was older.

My husband and I now lay side by side, and I finally said
"Welcome to the world Perseus-" Was all I could get out before someone sounded the alarm bell, warning us of

"An attack…" My husband growled out.

An: Now I'm EVIL, I'll leave you guys at this little cliffy here to check it out, see if you like it or not, if you like it I'll be inspired to pursue this idea, and I need ideas, mine can only go so far.

Thanks for listening People of the Free world, this is Slam4c and I'm coming to you live from ! See ya next time.