I do not own Percy Jackson, Rick Riordan does. This is a one shot. This happens to be my first fan fic, so cut me some slack
Chapter 1
"You were a mistake. A being that should never come to be. A tool created by Saturn, nothing more and nothing less." The man in the dark armor looked down at me as he coldly spoke. My fists clenched the ground as I kneeled in front of him. I grinded my teeth in frustration. My friends laid on the ground, injured and unmoving. I couldn't do anything, my legs weren't working and I was rendered helpless in front of the mighty titan, Krios.
"Give up child of Diana, you have no chance of winning. Cease this foolish battle, and come. You will finish what you were created to do."
"I would rather kill myself than work for you." I spat. Krios bent down and picked me up by my hair. He regarded me with cold dark eyes.
"I still find it interesting… no matter how many times I lay my eyes on you, I still find it hard to believe that you are a child of Diana. My lord did a fine job in creating you… a near perfect copy of the moon goddess. You will come with me, my lord has many plans regarding you." He grabbed my blade from the ground and rammed my head into the flat of the blade. Causing me to feel dizzy. I quickly fell to the ground and blacked out.
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3 years ago
I was running through the forest, chased by a pack of wolves. My energy was quickly fading and I could feel my legs trembling. But I couldn't stop, I had to keep moving. I looked back to see that the pack was closing in. I looked down at the silver orb in my hand, and I tightly gripped it. The wolves were after it, but I couldn't give it to them. I shoved the orb in my pocket and with the last of my strength I summoned a pair of silver daggers. As the wolves got closer, I slashed at them with my daggers. It was all I could do at the moment, but thankfully it slowed the wolves down. As I was running I saw the familiar broken down house. I was so close, just a bit longer and i would make it. With a final burst of energy I threw myself into the old house, causing the rotting floorboards to groan.
"You did it child." A feminine voice with a low growl could be heard in the shadows of the house. Quietly the giant wolf walked into the light. Her glowing fur, and silver eyes looked down at me, as I laid on the ground, too tired to move. With trembling hands I took out the silver orb from my pocket and presented it to the giant 7 foot wolf. Lupa looked down at me with an amused look.
"I passed your stupid test." I said with panted breaths. "Now do I have the right to go to that stupid camp?" Lupa took the orb with her mouth and swallowed it.
"I should congratulate you on passing your third and final test. You did good, Arcus. You now have the right to call yourself a true Roman." Lupa said in a tired tone. "However you should watch your tongue child. Many Romans including I do not tolerate such insults. If it were not for your mother, I would have torn you apart the first time you came here." I let out a tired sigh.
"She wouldn't care if you did.." I replied back while I sat up from the dusty ground. "Diana doesn't care about me. She would jump for joy if she found out that her male child ended up in the underworld." Lupa looked at me with cold stoic eyes.
"Regardless, she is still your mother." Lupa replied back.
"I don't want to get into this argument again Lupa. I was mistake and we all know it…" I said tiredly. I got up from the dirty floor, my legs trembled as I tried to stand. I nearly fell over, had it not been for Lupa who caught me by the back of my collar shirt. She gently laid me back on the ground.
"Rest, little hunter. You will need your strength for tomorrow. You will go to camp Jupiter, there you will hone your skills as a warrior." I watched as she strode back to the shadows from where she appeared from. I let out a tired sigh, and leaned my back against the floor. I closed my eyes, and let myself fall asleep.
"Child, you are an important piece against the gods. I plan to have you tear the gods apart and strip Olympus down to bricks. Child of Diana, I have high expectations from you…" The cold voice echoed in my mind. I was alone in the darkness, miserable, and cold.
