A/N: Hi, I'm here with another fanfic…one that'll be a small-ish one. This is Pertemis. No other so don't go saying about 'Percabeth' or 'Perianca' or 'Perzoe'. No, just no. I like most of the Percy ships so don' hate on Pertemis because I used to hate on it and now I like it sorta. Please give this a read!

Thanks

The world is full of hidden love

Percy POV

I didn't do the quests for myself. I tried to stay alive because of Annabeth.

I have none of those reasons behind saving now. All I have is a broken heart, shattered hopes, and death wishes.

"A savior hiding in the shadows…" I turned to find a figure with a feminine voice not too far away from me. The figure had a grey hood.

"I've wanted to find your identity for months," the figure continued, "no one believed me when I said I'd find you, the one that brings the demigods to safe haven. You know they call you Hero of Unknown, right?"

"I do not care," I responded flatly.

"You don't know who I am," the figure told me as it was an easy and true statement.

"Same as you. I do not know who you are, and you do not know who I am," I said clearly.

"Fair point," she said.

"Life was never fair," I told her.

"My father ruled the heavens, it was never a fair place for any of us," she agreed to me.

"You speak to me, why?" I ask, "do you want my identity, or my life?"

"I am a just goddess, I shall not kill you, father is god of justice," she told me.

"Go away, foolish goddess, you don't know who you are talking to," I screeched to her, anger was bursting through me like an arrow although I tried to keep my cool.

"I am talking to the Hero of Unknown," the goddess answered, "I will find your identity."

"You shall not. No one will know! Not now, not ever!" I yelled and began running extremely fast away from whoever this was.

"You've been saving demigods for months and months and more months compacted," she roared to me as she ran quickly behind me.

"Compacted…Like you in a little bit?" I asked and turned to jump over her head and landed on the floor and began racing that way, knowing that the person could not follow me easily if I turned direction like that so quickly. The person screeched at a turn on the clearing and raced for me but I had gotten a twenty-meter head start. I knew she would eventually catch up to me so I decided why not play it differently?

"How about a battle?" I asked her, "hand to hand combat only. If you win, my identity will be given. If you win…then you must promise to never come here again."

Third Person POV

Artemis knew she would win this round with him. She was one of the strongest goddesses around.

"Deal," she told him beneath her cloak. She took out a slick sword called Crescent and pointed at him, looking for his weapon. He grabbed his old sword, Rebellion, and aimed.

"Go," he whispered.

Artemis slashed towards the man's chest only to be blocked by the man's sword. The two swords, one of pure white and one of ebony black blocked and slashed each other at huge amounts of speed. Both warriors were confident that the other was going to lose. Percy slashed and backtracked and found himself blocked by Artemis again. He sliced at her sword and made it fling back where a magnetic connection sensed and the sword reappeared in Artemis's hands. She laughed mockingly and sliced at his sword but Percy firmly gripped and used his sword, Rebellion, to slice at Crescent and it flew in the air landing in Percy's hands. The attraction from the sword pulled it close to Artemis and just then, he pointed Rebellion at Artemis's neck.

Percy had finally won. Percy ran just then and away from Artemis who had just lost…to a man.

Percy ran out of the clearing and out to the city where he knew he was partially safe.

Artemis stayed there and looked at the floor. The floor was layers and layer and layers of piled up green grass and something caught her eye in the green grass. Something pure black.

A piece of the 'hero's cloak, Artemis thought to herself and picked it up. On it in lightly faded writing was Αγνωστος. Perhaps it is his name, Artemis thought and believed she was one step ahead on finding his identity. She was surely wrong though. Αγνωστος meant Unknown.

A/N: How do you like it? It's short, yes, I know, it'll get longer later, I promise. Please don't be too negative to me. I'm a work-in-progress just like any other writer.