Chapter One

King Poseidon and Queen Amphitrite watched the man bowing before them. He had a sword on his belt, even though weapons were not allowed. He looked fresh off a Spaniard ship: a morion was placed atop his head, and he was wearing full body armor. His every movement was accompanied with a little clink of the metal. His armor glinted under the light, as was what was in hand. His bushy beard reached his chest when his head was lowered, and his blue eyes looked up to meet theirs. Clearing his throat, he said, "My King, my queen."

"Captain Gutiérrez," Amphitrite acknowledged him, her perfectly groomed eyebrow arching up in confusion, "You are back from your voyage? I hope all went well." Her last statement was not an amicable response, but rather a threat. The king and queen had paid a large fortune on Gutiérrez's expedition. He had come to them after the Cortés disaster, claiming that he could control the Amerindians, and that he could conquest against the all-powerful Incas. The monarchs readily agreed, and paid him heavily in gold so that he could bring animals and seven hundred soldiers as well as three ships.

He'd received the best cartographer and navigator possible; the king and queen spared no expense. Had he failed, she would've released her wrath, and Poseidon would've made no move to stop her.

"All went very well, my queen," he replied, and relief went through the two monarchs. Poseidon leaned forward and copied his wife by raising one bushy eyebrow.

"And what did you find?"

"I have much to tell you, my King and Queen. We have the Amerindians under control," he said brightly, even though his words formed an ugly picture, "And we have set up a sugar plantation. We have them working for us, and some of my men…they stayed behind and many took them as wives and had children. We had a very perilous journey."

He snapped his fingers and two slaves came stumbling in the Throne Room, carrying a heavy load of gold. Poseidon and Amphitrite's eyes lightened once they saw the riches. A hunger lit up inside of them as they saw the sight; they could finally show those petty English royals who they were dealing with. Gutiérrez smirked once he saw that he had them in his palm. "There is much more across the Atlantic, milady. The gold…there are mountains made of solid gold, and many, many cities of silver and copper."

The thought was surreal to them. A whole countryside of gold? Unbelievable!

"Really Gutiérrez? You are not telling the truth," Amphitrite said skeptically. "Whole mountains? Ha! I'll see them when I am dead!"

The Captain's eyes flashed with anger, though he kept himself composed. "Oh no, my mistress. I am not fibbing, there are piles and piles of gold just awaiting our very deserving hands."

Poseidon stroked his beard, deep in thought. "What of my son? Is he ready for his own voyage?"

"Oh yes, my King and Queen. He is very ready. Young Perseus has got us out of many a storm and defeated the Aztecs and Incas almost single-handedly. He is a master navigator, a true master of the seas. The Amerindians fear him as if he was the scourge of God. He converted many, and is a force to be reckoned with."

Poseidon was pleased with the answer. It would seem this New World was something that needed to be invested in.

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Perseus Jackson, the prince of Spain, approached his parents on the eve of Christmas in his twenty-first year. His black hair was neatly combed, his sea colored eyes bright. His mouth was tugged in a slight smile as he looked up at them. They seemed impossibly tall in their place on their throne. Percy bowed deeply and greeted them. "Father, step-mother." He was the son of Poseidon's first wife, Salandera, or Sally for short. Poseidon often remarked that his son reminded him of her, and that she was a kind, beautiful woman.

Percy was incredibly handsome and was a woman-charmer. He had a sharp angled facial structure, a straight nose, and not too thin, not to thick lips. Percy had high cheekbones and the perfect physique. He was very playful, but when he needed to be, he could be serious.

Amphitrite grinned at him. "Perseus. We have been told by your Captain that you fought valiantly and showed much skill. We believe that you are fit for your own voyage."

"And my goal?" Percy asked, barely containing his excitement.

"Develop the colonies and force the Amerindians into submission," Poseidon said sternly. Percy nodded. "I understand, father. I will do my best."

He got up from his kneeling position. Poseidon continued. "You will leave in two months. Bring tools, supplies, and animals. I will supply you with five hundred men."

"That's less than last voyage," Percy protested, but Poseidon just waved him off. "We are low on finances and we are not so keen on spending too much money."

Percy opened his mouth to argue, but Amphitrite shut him down. "Good luck Perseus. Don't fail us."

Percy nodded stoically and walked away. He nodded to the guards outside, and left to his rooms. He had a voyage to begin.

A/N: Sorry that this was so short. I so so badly wanted to get this idea out there, and I couldn't wait anymore. I PROMISE that next chapter will be longer.

I tried to make this as historically accurate as I could, and the Spanish were very cruel to the Amerindians, so Percy will be very cruel until he meets Arty.

Artemis will be a mestizo, which means that she will be half Spanish and half Amerindian (Native American/ Native Latin American) and I hope I can be as correct as I can historically. Unfortunately history is not pretty.

Hopefully they are not too OOC. Also, please check out my other stories, and vote for Piracy and Repair. Thank you and have a good day!

-coolcoco98