Percy's POV As he left camp, he swore never to love again.
Today was the fifth day of being gone, and he was already on a killing spree. Nothing could contain his rage as he traveled through the forest, killing every monster in his path. Though this wasn't helping him at all, it was only making it worse. It was late in the evening, and Percy was setting up camp for the night. As he brought out his makeshift tent, he thought of everyone he cared about. He constantly thought about if he should just end this and go back to camp, but he always remembered why he didn't. Everything there reminded him of Annabeth, and he knew that he would probably destroy everything in his rage. This was the lesser of the two evils, so he stuck with it. He finished setting up his tent within minutes, then started on the fire. As he sat tending to the bonfire in front of him, he felt a presence behind him. He immediately reached into his pocket, pulling out Riptide as he stood, leveling the sword to his attackers neck. "Just as sharp as ever Perseus." Lady Hestia said in a calm, soothing voice. His rage immediately dissipated. Lady Hestia had been like a second mother to him, and she was the Olympian that he respected most. "Lady Hestia, what are you doing here. I almost hurt you?" Percy asked quietly. "Perseus I have come to put a stop to your madness, you know this is not helping you. I have something that may help clear your mind better than this." She said as she gestured all around me. "Alright, what is it?" "Well," she started, "You shall be my champion, and I will be your patron, and before you say anything let me finish. I plan on sending you out to rescue demigod children all across the nation. We have lost to many, and are to stubborn to admit we need help, even if it's our children. If you accept, I will bless you with the power of fire, as well as being able to summon homemade food, and teleport in fiery flames. The hearth has many qualities, and I expect you to use the wisely. Do you accept?" I basically just stared at her for a minute before closing my dropped jaw, and trying to find the words to speak. "I, I don't know what to say milady. Thank you, I'll accept on one condition. Do not reveal me to anyone. I would like a cloak enchanted that only you or I can lift, unless I grant them permission. I would not like you to get in trouble by Zeus for helping me. Also, enchant it to hide my demigod aura so no one can find me." I finished. "Well Percy, that was more than one condition, but I accept your terms." She said with a chuckle. "Just repeat these words. I, Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, agree to become champion of Hestia goddess of Hearth." I repeated the words, and immediately felt a change, as a swirl of fire went up around me. I definitely felt different, more defined, as if I had extra strength and purpose. Guess that's what home really felt like, a place where you feel grounded. "I will leave now," she said quietly, "but I will contact you though our mental bond. Goodbye Perseus." Then she disappeared is a swirl of fire. I sat down and continued to tend to the fire as I realized the reality of what just happened. I was the Champion of Hestia, and she was my pardon. Damn. I willed water out the air to put out the fire, and went to bed in my tent.
The next morning he awoke to a small whisper in his head. Percy, Percy wake up. He realizes it was the voice of Hestia. Milady, what can I do for you this fine morning? I asked. Percy, you will find you cloak outside your tent. It is enchanted as you asked, but I did it one step further, it is as strong as the skin of the Nemean Lion, but extremely light and comfortable. it will also conform to your size as you grow. There is also another gift. A bow. I l know you think you 'suck' at archery, but push yourself. I see potential in your, but you must try as hard as you can. Just like any good sword, a bow must be balanced for it user. This bow should be perfect for you because it's made from the same material your fathers trident is. I know you can make it. I must go now, but I will return to you in two weeks for your first mission. And with that, she left his mind. He got up, and opened his tent flap. Just as she had said, there was a cloak with a fiery bow sitting next to it outside the tent. He picked up the cloak and quickly slid it on. It was sea green, with gold lines running though it about every inch. The colors seemed to move around in the daylight, making it even more cool. He thought about the cloak being black, and it changed to the color black. He realized that this would be essential for less casual missions. When I'm not on missions, I will use its traditional sea green, but I'll use black for my missions. He thought to himself. He uncapped Riptide and tried to cut the cloak. The sword just harmlessly bounced of the cloak as if it were made of steel. When he was finished with the analysis of the cloak, he moved on to the bow. It was a mixture of sea green and blue, swirling around like they were moving, just like his fathers trident. He got in the stance Chiron taught him at camp, and pulled back on the bow string. He was surprised when an arrow appeared in his fingers. That's convenient. He thought to himself as he took aim at a tree about 100 yards away. He was impressed that the bow's weight felt right in his hands, unlike the ones at camp that either felt to light, or to heavy. He released the arrow and was even more surprised when the arrow actually hit the tree. Not exactly where he was aiming, but it actually hit the tree, and he knew with practice, he would be great.
1st week Percy had become one of the best with his bow. He could fire about 800 yards, and still hit dead center. He also constantly trained with Riptide, just so he could stay sharp with that to. When he trained, he felt defined, not fake, or using rage to fuel him. Shooting the bow helped with that. He found that if he got angry, he lost focus and aim, but when he was calm, and steeled his nerves, he was magnificent. This helped him learn, that in battle, he would die if he was not calm and steady. Usually in battle he used rage, and hate for his enemies to fuel him. But while that was effective, this was a Hades more deadly. Staying calm allowed him to think, instead of making rash decisions, and that allowed him to see his enemies tactics, and defeat them quickly. Yes, staying calm was better. He decided to name the bow Whiplash because if you weren't paying attention as you shot it, prepare fore some whiplash. Unfortunately he learned this the hard way. Though as exquisite as he was with the bow, he quickly realized that he needed to work on his stealth. He was about as sneaky as a dump truck. Therefore he decided to add that, as well as his other powers onto his training schedule. As morning turned to evening, he made a fire, bought out his sleeping bag, and moved it near the fire. He decided to sleep outside tonight because he could look at the stars and moon. For some strange reason, even since he left camp, when he looked up at the night sky without light pollution, he felt at peace. It was like the effect water had on him, but it felt somehow different, as if he was in love with the moon. He just couldn't take his eyes off it. Yes, he was in love with the moon. As he tended to the fire, meditated on his surroundings, taking in everything. He felt the birds sleeping in their nests, ants crawling to and fro, everything he felt made him feel at peace, as if he was on with the forest.
2nd week Percy may have been the son of a sea god, but he was a hunter at heart. After his second week of training, he only became better with the bow, as well as sneaking around. He could now summon 21 means in one day, teleport as far as he wanted, and shoot flames from his hands for a whole three hour before passing out. This was definitely a achievement. Although he had a semi-muscular build, he was light on his feet as he ran though the forest quickly and quietly returning to his campground in the cover of darkness. As he ran, he felt another presence in the forest near his camp, so he slowly and quietly ascended a tree, then pounced on the person. The person was tight in his grip when it suddenly flashed away to the other side of he camp in a swirl of fire. Oh no! He thought worriedly. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw none other than lady Hestia herself. "Milady! I'm so sorry, I should have saw it was you, please forgive me!" I asked, hoping I wouldn't be turned into some animal. The gods loved to do that for some reason. "Oh dear Perseus, you have nothing to apologize for. This proves that your training is complete. I knew of your skill with the bow, but did no know if you be stealthy. Therefore I did this, knowing you would attack me, but not kill me until you knew who I was. I didn't actually think you could sneak up on a goddess, but fortunately I thought wrong. Prepare yourself for you first mission tomorrow, I will see you then." She finished. And with that, she disappeared. To say was dumbfounded was an understament. He slowly sat down in his tent and thought about what had happened. He couldn't wait for tomorrow! Finally his training was complete, and he could out of this blasted forest. It wasn't that he didn't like the forest, just that he was tired of seeing the same old thing every time he ran around. His ADHD was always a problem in his life. But anyways he was leaving to find a new camp ground tomorrow, then, his first mission.
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