Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson Series.
Grover Pov:
Today is the big day. Today is the start of my second chance. I am Grover Underwood, a satyr. As a satyr, it is my lifelong dream to earn a Searcher's Licence and search for the satyr Pan, God of the Wild. However earning said Searcher's Licence has been a bit tough for me. My first chance... well it didn't go so well, but the council found it in their hearts to give me a second chance. A second chance at what, you may ask. A second chance to bring a demigod safely to the borders of camp. All this talk of satyrs, gods, and demigods may confuse you, but the easiest way to explain it is that Greek Mythology... well it isn't really about myths. Most of that stuff really happened and those same gods are still alive today and ruling the world. Back to the point though, today I have been assigned to a school to find potential demigods and, if all goes well, lead them to camp and earn my Searcher's Licence.
Percy Pov:
The year started the same as any other, orientation slowly flew over my head and next thing I knew, I was in the grind. Wake up, go to school, stay at said school for extra help after hours, return to my "home." I guess I should introduce myself. Hi, I'm Percy, fourteen year old male, slightly below average in most things, mediocre at the rest. I am an orphan, dumped off at an orphanage in New York. I never met my parents, at least not when I was old enough to remember. I like to think that they left me at the orphanage for some noble reason, and would come pick me up when the time was right. After all I was simply left on the steps of my orphanage in a cradle with a sticky note with my name written on it. The perfect setup for a fairytale right? But after fourteen years I have given up on fairytales. Or rather I had, until my life started to become something similar to one. The story really starts one day after school.
I was studying in after-school with my one "friend" if you could call him that. A more appropriate term may be "acquaintances with common problems." His name was Titus and like me, he suffered from ADHD and dyslexia. We never hung out really, but we kinda knew each other and were able to talk to one another fairly well. Talking in fact, was what we were doing that fateful day when the new kid, Grover barged into our skills development room.
Our teacher, Mr. Brunner simply said, "What can I do to help you Mr. Underwood?"
"I'm looking for any students with ADHD and dyslexia." responded Grover.
I glanced over at Titus and found him looking at 'Mr. Underwood' with a confused expression.
"Two of my students, Titus and Percy, have ADHD and dyslexia, they are the two in the back wearing the perplexed expressions." stated our teacher.
With a verbal thanks, Grover trotted over to us and introduced himself. My first impression of the kid? He was a scrawnny white kid with some acne and seemed kinda awkward. I don't know if it was the random desire to find kids with ADHD and dyslexia or the fact that he smelled both Titus and I when he met us, but Grover struck me as a very strange person indeed.
Grover Pov:
"Chiron, good news and strange news. The one named Titus is a demigod, and a fairly powerful smelling one at that. But the other one, Percy, he... well he doesn't have a scent at all."
AN: What do you think so far? Hopefully mostly positive thoughts. I don't plan on completely altering the story, but do note that it is Percy centric, and that many of the events that happen to Percy in the books will happen to the OC Titus (not a Mary Sue). As my Percy has a different life than the Percy in the canon series, his character is not entirely the same. So I'm curious, do you guys think a person is who they are more because of there genes and "natural" traits, or more so because of the things they go through (Basically Nurture vs Nature). RulerOfNone out.
