AN: Hey. I'm back. So someone was wondering if this would be a percabeth… and my answer to that is going to have to be a bit cryptic. Sorry. Well, there will be mentions of percabeth, but for the most part it will Annabeth will not be his primary love interest. As to who will… well you are going to have to follow along with the story to find out. The same person also wanted to know when this story takes place. Well, again this is an AU and when I say AU, I mean most if not all events from the original series did not happen in the way the stories told them and I hope that doesn't turn you away from this story because I have a lot planned and although this will take place in Percy's 'post-reincarnation' life there will be flashbacks that explain his life from before and the events that led up to him fading, they may or may not be important. Some will be fillers, some not. Nonetheless, they are necessary.

Disclaimer: Nothing, except for characters or plot elements thought up by me, is in my current ownership.

Before I start this off I would like to thank the two guests that reviewed and Serbian broski for being my first follower, it means a lot to me as a new author. So without further ado…

Chapter 1 - A Makeshift Hearth


It was the evening after the small skirmish between Prometheus and his gang of monsters. Perseus sat around a warm, cozy fire. He had made sure to pick only the driest logs and twigs, the last thing he needed was a smoke signaling all of the monsters to his position. He had placed the logs and twigs on a makeshift fire pit he had crafted out of the fragmented marble statue.

At the moment he was skinning and cleaning the meat off a young, male rabbit he had just hunted down. Although he did not enjoy eating meat, as he had followed his good friend Grover's example of being a vegetarian, but it was a necessity if he was going to keep his health in check. He was still weak not only from his battle with the monsters and titan, but he also felt a lack of power that was usually there. Though he had no idea what either caused his lack of power or if he was just over exhausted from the night before.

Removing the last bit of meat from the rabbit carcass and laying it on a spit on the embers of a log, Perseus removed himself from his current position on the ground. Getting up he made his way to a nearby stream to wash his hunting knife and hands. On his way back to the clearing he disposed of the rabbit carcass, burying it under a nearby thorn bush.

Back at the camp, Perseus began his preparations for what he had planned for this evening's meal, for he did not plan on being alone for much longer. He took his cloak, which was now cleaned of ichor and dust from a day's washing, and wrapped it around his shoulders, pulling his hood over his head, efficiently succeeding in concealing all but his mouth.

He grabbed a plate sized slab of marble he had set aside earlier and put the rabbit meat upon it. He pulled his hunting knife back out from its concealed location inside his cloak so he could cut the meat into bite size pieces.

He took three pieces that were larger than the rest and threw them into the open flame as sacrifice. To my lady, Hestia,he spoke in his mind hoping that what he had planned would work. Then, in ancient Greek he recited out loud, "Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth, Home, and Family, accept my offering. For I have been given a second chance. A second chance that I will not waste and for that reason I would like to pledge my allegiance to you, and if you accept you will become my patron and I will follow you command, your will." Now, all he could do is wait and hope that he had gained her attention.

It had not taken long before he felt a presence appear in woods to his left. Although he knew who it was he did not look. He wanted to keep up his façade of ignorance. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted her walk into the clearing from behind a thick tree. She was in the form of a young woman, most likely between the ages twenty-five and thirty-five with mousy-brown shoulder length hair and eyes that glowed as intense as a fire. An iron staff was held in her right hand, currently being used as a walking stick. Although he had wanted to rush to her and hug her greatly, for she was always one of his favorite goddesses and she and him had once been close, but he knew he could not reveal who he was just yet.

Hestia made her way over to the fire where stood and bowed in respect and uttered a greeting. "My lady, I did not believe you would answer my call."

"And why should I not?" She replied with a soft voice that was filled with warmth and care. "It is not exactly in my character to be ignorant towards anyone, whether they be god or demigod." She held a piercing gaze over the man before her. "You know who I am, but I do not know who you are. You remind me of someone, but I cannot recall who it is. Not only that but you have this aura about you." It seemed that he intrigued her.

Perseus took a deep breath and exhaled as he collected his thoughts. "I will remove my hood and show you who my identity, but first you must swear on the River Styx that you will not tell anyone of who I am or that you even met with anyone tonight." He held her gaze and although she could not see his eyes she knew he was staring into hers. "I swear on the River Styx that I will not tell anyone of what has happened at this hearth," she replied binding herself into secrecy.

"Before I remove my hood I want you to know that I cannot pledge my allegiance to you," Hestia face flared with anger and the fire in front of them danced wildly, "because I am already under your command. I just needed a way to get someone I trust to meet me here." As he finished his statement of truth he had removed his hood.

Never in her life had she thought she would see the man before her again, for standing in front of her in all his glory was Perseus Jackson, the man she had thought of as a son. The boy she had raised in secret at the request of her brother Poseidon when his mother, Sally Jackson, had died during childbirth. She, Poseidon and Percy had all kept it a secret from the rest of the gods as to avoid their wrath. For that reason most only thought of their relationship as a kindness for all he had done for her and the gods, but really she had loved him just as any mother loved their child.

Tears threatened to flow down her cheeks as she rushed to hug the previously faded son of Poseidon. He brought her into a strong and welcoming embrace whispering in attempt to abate her crying, "Shhh, it is alright, I am here now and there is much that we must talk about and it is already growing late." He removed his cloak and laid it on the ground for them to sit on.

A silence enveloped the clearing. Both had questions they wanted to ask, of great and little importance, but neither knew what to ask first. "Ahm," Hestia cleared her throat. "Where do we start? I have plenty of questions for you and I'm sure you have plenty to ask me. How… How is it that you are here right now? And how long have you been, well, here?" She inquired but was only met with more silence.

After contemplating how to delve into this conversation Perseus replied in a confident voice, "I cannot answer your first question, as I have no idea how I am alive today. All I know is I was given a second chance and I intent to make the most of it." He looked up to gauge her reaction so far. Hestia's face was laced with worry at this.

"Do you not remember any of your time in the Fade then? Something must have happened while you were there. Someone had to of sent you back to our world." Hestia inquired her voice riddled with the worry that etched her face.

"I do not remember a thing." He looked at her yet again before continuing, "To answer your second question though, this is my second day here. I appeared in this very clearing. I was gazing at the stars when I heard a twig snap in the forest. As I turned to face the noise, with my weapons drawn, out stepped a group of monsters with a titan for a leader." Hestia looked not only furious at this but the worry on her face increased tenfold, if that was possible. "They were sent to scout the area because when I appeared there was a large amount of power leaked. The titan was Prometheus."

"How is it possible that he has escaped his imprisonment without detection?" Hestia blurted out, cutting Perseus off.

He shrugged as if it did not matter at the moment and continued. "He tried to get me to go with him to his 'superiors'. I declined so he sent his monsters to attack me. I disposed of them quite quickly. The fight against Prometheus was more difficult however. It resulted in the destruction of the statue. I had him pinned to the ground, to say he was shocked when I revealed my identity would be an understatement. Unfortunately he got away though."

Although she worried for him and was curious if he was injured in way, she knew that now was not the time to fret over such things. "And now the enemy knows who you are," she said in sad, low voice. Then she raised her voice for a follow up question, "And what do you plan to do next Percy?" Traces of concern in her voice.

"I plan, to hold a meeting with the Olympians. I will discuss what I make of what happened here and then I will go off to search for whatever remains of my warriors." He replied with a steely voice full of determination.


AN: I really hope you like this chapter. It was kind of tough to write. In my opinion it is a poor chapter and I could have done better. I hope to get more reviews than last chapter. So I am aiming for 5 new reviews, but I will update regardless.