Disclaimer : I dont own Percy Jackson and never will (unless I become an eidolon and take over Uncle Rick hehehe)

Mostly canon couples in the beginning, will soon change, and I don't plan on the Guardian of the Hunt or the typical Percy becomes leader of Chaos' army, because face it, thousands of years old grudges don't disappear in a few weeks or even in an year. And no creator of the universe is going to make any random guy out of 7 billion people in a small planet in the whole universe the leader of his army. Though I may change a few views (again, not possible fast, but this story will be long so, yeah).

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Percy

Perseus "Percy" Jackson. That is who I am, or atleast who I used to be. I am not sure where to start (does it sound like I said that before?) so I will start on my seventeenth birthday, which was on August 18.

"Mom, I'm back," I yelled, as I entered my house. No answer, which surprised me, as the front door was unlocked. I looked everywhere, but there was no trace of Paul (my second stepdad, long story) or my mom (Sally, the nicest mother in the whole world). I dont know what it was, but I could feel the aura of a powerful deity near me. You know, just your skin starts prickling and you try to get away from the source (like a too hot fire).

At this point, I was positively freaking out, as much as a demigod can. Well, demigods, I should probably tell you who they are. As the name suggests demigod means half-god. What is the other half, you ask? That should be obvious, half-human.

Of course, if i cite a few examples, it would be better. Theseus? No? Fine. Odyssey? Still No? Maybe you are like me. Hercules? Dont say no because everyone knows him. Maybe he was the greatest hero for you, but from my friends who met him (long story, he lives near Spain), he seems like a bitter selfish jerk (which he probably is, as Zoë used to say, again, long story). Other examples like Perseus and Orion are there, but you know, not needed

Anyway, let me clarify, the Greek Gods are very much alive today, and they still haven't dropped that habit of having kids with mortals. Anyway, back to my miserable story, I got the goosebumps just bybeing near this guy. I walked back to the dining room, but this time something caught my attention, a silver scythe charm. Almost too similar to the one Kronos (the big bad daddy who ate his kids up? Yeah, that one) had. It was at that moment I decided that something was very wrong. I took the charm and ran outside , and did my version of the horse taxicab whistle.

Let me introduce you to my friend Blackjack, and for all you children of Poseidon, don't give him any donuts. He eats too many of them as it is. By the way, he is a pegasus, descended from the original one, and a child of Medusa (the eyes-turn-you-to-stone lady).

"Did you whistle for me, boss?"

"Don't call me boss, Blackjack. I told you that a lot of times already. By the way, get me to camp, there is something wrong here."

"Whatever you say, boss. And I'm gettin' those weird feelings too, boss."

I sighed, and climbed onto his back. And we flew off into the night.

Rate N Review, guys. It helps the authors. Constructive Criticism is appreciated. Flaming is ignored. And most of all, this is my first fanfic, so I wouldn't say no to some help from the readers and writers alike. By the way, did you notice that his parents
(mortal ones) are missing on his birthday? Somethin' fishy