Authors note: Hey! This is a new account, and this is my first story, I'm trying my best, but this story might not be the greatest. Anyway, if anybody reads this I hope you enjoy it!
Thalia will be the prophecy child, but still would have been a tree. Percy will be a year older than her physically when she wakes up. When she wakes up she will be 13 (Three years away from the 2nd Titan War/Being a tree having slowed her aging even slower than in the books), and Percy will be 14. The timeline in this story is slightly messed up, and the year it will be when she wakes up is 2004 (This is just so you get a basic idea of all the dates). This story might be a Perlia, but I'm not sure.
I do not own Percy Jackson, or any of the characters, they belong to Rick Riordan.
Prologue
August 18th, 1991
Artemis choked back a sob as she looked down at the small bundle in her arms. She was seated in her tent, with a couple of the hunters closest to her. Zoe and Phoebe shared a concerned glance. The maiden goddess of the Hunt had given birth to a child. And it was a boy.
*(Two months earlier, Manhattan)
Artemis the Olympian goddess of the Moon, Forests and Animals, The Hunt, Maidenhood, and Childbirth, was walking through a mortal city. It was dark, and she was in her mortal form, that was around the age of 20. This form was rather beautiful (as she was a goddess), and had auburn hair that reached mid back, and piercing silver eyes, that looked alike to the moon. A couple of drunken men called out to her as she walked down the mostly empty street, but she ignored them and continued on her way. As she passed a particularly dark alleyway, a hand shot out and grabbed her, pulling her into the alley. Artemis, surprised didn't register what was happening until it was to late. Her captor shoved her towards the wall and her head smashed against the bricks. It was a hard hit, and she began to fade into unconsciousness. The only things she noticed of her captor, was that they were male, and the faint godly scent about them. Then everything went dark.*
Artemis remembered that day. She had woken angry (furious), confused (bewildered), sore (pained), and freaked out (hyperventilating).
*(Two months earlier, Manhattan/Three hours later)
Artemis groaned as she woke, something inside of her hurting. Part of her domains was tingling like crazy, and she was really angry. That insolent male! That anger quickly dispersed into fear and desperation as she took in her surroundings. Her clothes lay around her on the ground, ripped and torn. The male was nowhere to be seen. She was weak, but managed to flash a hunters outfit on herself.
Looking into her domains of virginity and childbirth, she realised that she was no longer a virgin. And, as if that wasn't bad enough, she was also pregnant. She choked back a sob. This was against the very meanings of her domains. And her vow. And her hunters. The anger came back. This was so unfair, for her and the child. She wasn't going to kill it. That would be against her domain of childbirth as well. Artemis felt hot tears running down her cheeks. She summoned the strength to flash back to the hunters camp, without trying to compose herself, her hunters knowing her so well it didn't matter.
As soon as she arrived at camp the hunters swarmed her, noticing her tears, and began asking questions. Quickly her two oldest hunters Zoe and Phoebe pushed through the group and lead Artemis towards her tent. As soon as they were alone, Artemis burst into a fresh round of tears. The two hunters pulled her into a hug, and she began to splutter out the story of what had happened. By the end of the recount, Zoe and Phoebe had been absolutely livid. They had wanted to murder the mortal (Artemis wasn't sure if he was a mortal because of his scent), and were ready to run outside and hunt him right now. They were filled with remorse when they found out about the child, and the fact that if anyone found out about the child, it would be killed.*
They had found the mortal, and had killed him brutally. They had even struck a deal with Hades. The man, Sam Barnes, as he'd been called, had been sentenced to the fields of Punishment. He was also a son of Ares. Artemis gave a small smile at this, looking down at her newborn, before it disappeared and she remembered what had happened. The baby had inherited the demigod's black hair, straight nose, and what she could tell would one day be a strong jawline, but had Artemis' chin, and cheekbones. The boy had only just been born, and had not yet opened his eyes. Looking down at him, Artemis couldn't withhold her tears, and the baby awoke, due to the sudden noise, and lurch of her chest. Artemis looked at his eyes, and felt a wave of relief. They were a piercing silver, like her own, and very different to the disgusting male's muddy brown.
The boy had yet to be named. Looking at him, Artemis could tell that he would be important in the future. He needed a strong name that would be remembered. "Perseus" She whispered. "My little Destroyer". She could already tell that he would be a good hunter. He would be graceful and lithe, but would also be strong and a good fighter. She knew that she couldn't keep him with the hunt though, as someone would notice a male. They had been lucky enough that no-one had stopped by in the two months that she was pregnant, she would not likely be lucky enough to be able to hide a growing boy until he could fend for himself.
Artemis had prepared some items for the day that she would have to give away her son. She had written a letter to the orphanage she was leaving him at, as well as one for him in Ancient Greek. He would only be able to open the letter after the first monster attack, which hopefully wouldn't be too soon. She had placed a silver bow, and a never ending quiver of arrows, that would grow with him, into a wooden chest, as well as a set of silver hunting knives. She had enchanted the chest, so that only Perseus would be able to open it.
Lastly she placed a circlet of silver apon Perseus's head, that was much alike to that of Zoe's, and flashed to the door of the orphanage. She knocked on the door and waited. A couple of moments later, she heard someone hurrying down the stairs, and seconds later a woman in her late middle ages opened the door. "How can I help you?" The lady asked politely. Artemis clicked her fingers, manipulated the Mist and said,
"You are going to take this child, who is named Perseus and look after him at your orphanage". The woman, agreed having no choice due to the Mist, and took the child and chest into the house.
The woman looked down at the baby. Perseus, the young woman at the door had called him. Percy for short, the orphanage manager thought. Samantha Green had seen a lot of weird things working at an orphanage, but a lady just deciding to give her baby up? That was strange. She looked at Percy, who had opened his eyes (eyes that she noticed were a pure silver colour like the lady at the door's) and noticed that he already had a tuft of black hair. She then saw that on top of Percy's hair there sat a small silver circlet. She reached out a hand to touch it, but it was ice-cold to the point that she couldn't hold her hand there. She hissed and withdrew her hand, frowning at the baby, who wasn't showing any signs of discomfort or cold.
Looking around she also noticed the trunk that she had dragged in. It was made out of a kind of silvery wood, and was very beautiful. It had the name 'Perseus' etched on the front. Once she had set Percy down on the floor, she sat down by the wooden chest and tried to open it. However when she touched the lock, it was the same freezing temperature as the circlet.
Sighing she realised that she was getting nowhere, she picked up Percy and dragged the chest up the stairs, setting them both in the only room that had any space left. Two other cradles occupied this room too. She left the room and walked to her warm bedroom, and upon crawling into them bed, she fell asleep, unaware that the next fourteen years were going to be some of the strangest yet.
Hello! If you read this thank you so much! I hope you enjoyed this chapter/prologue. Please keep in mind that this is my first story, and that I'm trying my hardest, but if you don't like it, just don't read it. If anyone has any advice for me or about the story, you are welcome to leave a review.
-The sixth Hesperide (The fifth being Zoe)
