Hey everyone! This is my first story, I've been wanting to write it for a while now, I'm so excited to finally try this whole author thing. I am trying to follow the real stories of Greek mythology as well as I can. Thank you and enjoy! - Blackcat896
Chapter 1
Hi. My name is Nemean, but some people call me just Nem. The ones I don't eat anyway. Who am I you may ask? I am a lion. Or lioness if you want to be precise.
I use to be a demigod. My mother was Selene, the lunar goddess, not Artemis. Selene had a… relationship with Zeus, and Hera, Zeus's wife, decided to curse me.
One day I was walking in the forest and a lion jumped out and attacked me. I was one of the few mortals of my time that could see through the Mist. I knew that the lion was cursed so I called out to Hera, begging for forgiveness.
She took pity one and instead of the lion killing me, I merged with it. The curse took a hold of my body and I was transformed into a giant lion with claws sharper than any sword, pelt thicker than 12 layers of chain male stacked up against each other.
I was ordered to guard the shrine of Nemean. And that's where I've been for the past few decades.
I have enough magic to access the internet, and change into a brown haired, golden eyed girl. I can do many other things, but the most important reason I am writing right now, is the fact that I have a problem.
And that problem is that I have huge crush on a demigod named Percy Jackson.
Chances are that if you are reading this, you probably already know who Percy Jackson is, but if you don't, here's a quick summary:
His birthday is on the 18th of August
He defeated the king Titan
His father is the king of the sea, Poseidon.
His sword is the legendary Riptide.
He currently lives in New York in an apartment
The recent boyfriend of Annabeth Chase
He has black hair and sea green eyes
He has killed me once
Also, don't ever eat one of those dried ice cream sandwich things
Well, even though Percy helped kill me with the ice cream sandwich, it was finished by Zoë Nightshade, whom I am not so fond of.
When I die, I can either appear back in my shrine somewhere in Olympus, or end up in Tartarus.
Life tip: don't go to Tartarus, it will scare you for life.
I've only been there a few times, but every time I lose a battle, I find myself praying for the safety of my shrine.
The first time I saw Percy, was in the capture the flag game at Camp Half-blood. My job was to prowl the forest and minorly injured any campers who stumbled upon me.
Of course, when I saw Percy, I didn't make a move. He didn't see me, I could have easily finished him of, but I didn't.
The same night I found out he was the son of Poseidon. It made sense. They looked so much alike, I had already guessed it.
After that I shapeshifted into a human and followed him as much as I could, but he didn't notice me. Even when he stayed me, he threw my pelt in the sea. The one place I cannot go.
Right here, right now Percy is 16 years old.
Being one of the sacred animals of Hecate comes with special magic privileges.
I can manipulate time. And mark my words I will.