Chapter 1

Narrator POV

Click, clack, click, clack. Running, running away. Running away from the large, hairy, sloppy dog chasing him. The boy's messy, raven black hair hovered over his eyes. It moved with the wind. After minutes of running non-stop, he placed one foot on a tree and using its support, pushed off into the air and reached for a branch. He then swung off the tree an let go, using the momentum to swing of it. He then proceded twist in the air and faced the dog. He then pulled out a ballpoint pen and uncapped it, revealing a shining bronze metal sword. Despite the sight of the boy carrying a sword that materialised from a pen, the large dog continued to charge him. The boy's stance changed one to a defence, and stood, staring down this different dog. The dog was still charging at him, at a speed faster than a normal dog. At the last moment, the boy slid to the side and swipe his sword simultaneously at the dog, at it dug into the side of it. It then crashed into the forest floor, its breath very hard, before finally, stopping. It then withered away into golden dust.

The boy uncapped his pen, combed his hair with his bony fingers and sighed, saying, "That's another Hellhound down". He then sighed again, before leaning against a nearby boulder, before sighing again. This boy clearly had a knack for sighing.

If you were to study his features, he would most likely look as if he came out of a dumpster. His hair is raven black and his eyes are sea green, swirling like the sea. You would say he is of a Mediterranean complexion, fit, muscular and lean, made like a swimmers body. Many would say he was handsome. Keyword: was. The dirt on his face, body, arms and legs would make him look like a homeless boy in the woods, and his tattered clothes supported this idea.

From this brief description, you could most likely be able to determine who this person is, but if you don't, It's Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, twice over hero of Olympus. And he is not on a quest.

Now that you know this, you may be wondering why he is like this, especially if he's not on a quest, but that's a story for another day, or more like another chapter.

But forget that, what matters is the present.

Percy First Person POV

After defeating that hellhound, I had to rest. Flashbacks of my past flickered in my head, and I couldn't help but remember those horrid, new, fresh, memories. After minutes of settling, I managed to push them away. Now, what, he had left that place only recently and he now needed a plan. (Que Italic) What?! When did I start thinking like a child of Athena! Annabeth would lov- (Que Italic)

I started to remember what happened at camp. But thoughts were halted by a combination of bright light and intense heat. The light intensified and I had to shield my eyes because of it. (Que Italic) Wait, what's up with my vocabulary? (Que Italic) A woman stepped out of the light and my body immediately moved to a defensive stance. I readied my self and waited for an attack. But none came. Instead, a rush of a familiar type of hope rushed over me, like when I'm in the throne room, and certainly something not felt in a long time. And I also saw a familiar face, Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth and home, and also the eldest child of Kronos and Rhea.

I immediately fell to my knees and bowed my head in respect to the eldest goddess.

"Rise, saviour," the goddess spoke, "I have seen the hardship you have faced at the camp. I wish to give you a beacon of hope, hero." I then cut in,

"Why have you come milady. In no disrespect, but after what my father - Poseidon - and the whole camp did, I can't trust anyone" I said with anger towards those I just mentioned. Hestia then placed her hand on my shoulder and embraced my tenderly as my mother would. I felt an immense rush of hope, stronger than before. Surprisingly, tears began to fall from her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Percy, but there's something I need to tell you," She lifted her hand and wiped a tear off her face, "A week ago, 2 dracaenas broke into your parent's house and ..." I didn't need to know the end of that sentence to know what happens. A screamed in terror, tears pouring out of my eyes, flooding the grass around me. The water from a river rose and created a cocoon around me, where I let loose all havoc in it. Eventually, I let loose of it and sobbed for what seemed like forever. Hestia immediately ran towards me and embraced me again, until I could compose myself. She then spoke, saying something unbelievable, "Percy, could I perhaps adopt you? I can feel your hope, It's fading. Please, Percy, please!". I then stood up, shocked and stammered, "It would be an honour, Milady. I will do whatever you ask. But I have two requests"

"Yes, Percy?"

"One, I want to leave my life at CampHalfBlood behind and start a new one. Could you please help me with that?"

"Of course my dear, anything for you" I blushed at that, and she just smiled

"And I have lately been thinking like a child of Athena, making plans and my advanced form of vocabulary, could you perh-". I couldn't finish my sentence because a grey light flashed before my eyes and in front of me stood Athena, goddess of Wisdom. I quickly bowed and she spoke. "That would be of my doing, Perseus. After the tasks, I forced you to do, and the ... unwise actions of my daughter, I wanted to apologise, so I gave you my blessing. I would like to make you my champion, alongside Hestia"

I was sure that at that moment I was going to faint. I managed to close my mouth, which would surely catch some flies, and formed the words to answer, "I would love to, Milady"

Before they could bless the boy, Hestia spoke in a strong voice, "Come out brother, I know you are there". The shadows around the goddesses and Percy collected into a spot next to Hestia and formed a man, one who's Aurora had power rolling of it. The man was Hades, God of the underworld. He then spoke in a powerful voice, "My son, Nico, came and told me you left and begged me to find where you were. I then watched the events of what happened at that camp and it was similar to what happened to Nico, but with no-one to support you. I have decided you to make you my champion, as a way of thanks for also giving me and Hestia our thrones back"

I, again, was lost for words, surprised by these three Olympians, especially because of what had happened between us on my first quest and the fact that Poseidon was my dad back then. I again bowed, and said, "I love to"

Then two goddesses and the god looked at each other, seeming as if they were mentally speaking, and then smiled at me, raised there hands, like firing a repulsor from Iron Man, and shot a beam of gold, grey and black light at me. I stumbled back, as I could barely see as my eyes were hazy. I felt a bit woozy and dropped unconscious. Not one of my finest moments.