Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan, which means I do not own PJatO in any way.

The hunters were hunting the jackalope that they had lost for some miles, but they had now caught up to the jackalope, when Artemis joined them in their hunt. She was herding forward her hunters towards the place she could feel the jackalope, when suddenly she felt the energy signature of the jackalope change until she couldn't feel it anymore. However she did still move the hunters towards the place she last felt the energy signature of her own magic.

When the hunters and their patron made it to the place where she presumed the jackalope had been, there was no jackalope at all. Instead there was a woman about the age of 15-16 or so with seriously blue eyes like the sky and cascading long jetblack hair almost going all the way down to her hips.

When the woman heard the hunters approach, Artemis thought that the woman smiled for a fleeting second, before her mask changed into one of confusion. Had she not been a goddess, she might not have noticed it. But she didn't really think anymore of it, she put all her trust in women. According to her, there was nothing a male could do that a woman couldn't. However, in her opinion, there was lots of things woman could do, that a male could not.

She changed her shape to that of an 18-year old and from the back of the hunters, she went through the crowd of silver, until she stood right in front of the woman with the shocking blue eyes. She looked the woman right in the eye and asked her. "Have you seen a creature looking like a rabbit come through here? Or a man" she tried to hide her disgust about the thought of a man, but without any luck "about this height" she illustrated the height for the woman, "with black hair like coal and green eyes pass by?".

The woman thought for a second, and replied "I have not seen a creature looking like a rabbit. However I did encounter a man. He lied right over there" the woman pointed at the ground a few feet away, "and when I got to him, he was all panicky and rushed. He asked me if there was anyplace where he could be save from his predators, and I told him, I did not know where he could find such a place, though I told him, that there is a little village in this direction" she pointed north.

That explains it, the goddess thought to herself, the reason she could not feel her energy signature anymore, was because the jackalope had been changed back to a disgusting male. And now she had a huge problem on her hands, because now there was a male running around somewhere talking about girls chasing monsters, changing him to a strange animal all the while trying to kill him. And now there was a village. She had got to find this male.

"We move on girls, we have to find this filthy pig before he spills our secret to other mortals. And you" she pointed at the woman, "I am sorry to do this, but it must be done". She touched the blue eyed womans forehead with her index finger and wished for her to forget all about the encounter, firstly the one with the male, but also the encounter with the hunters.

The woman pretended that she lost her memories, and stood there dumbly while she watched the hunters run away chasing a male, that had just been right in front of their nose. While smiling and laughing to herself, she changed back to her original form, the form of the 16 year old boy with extremely green eyes.

Friday 13. October 1307

In what looked like an underground throne room sat a man clad in black robes that looked like it was woven of the very souls that were this mans subjects. The man was looking in on a Iris-message, as he watched his very own children being arrested and decapitated at the hands of the pope and the church, the very church itself that claimed that only one omnipotent God and Creator existed. A church that also claimed that the humans themselves were created in the image of the Lord himself as they called him.

In the beginning, the man had seen the possibilities in this, and thus he had, with the birth of his first son in centuries, created an order. An order that at this moment was about to be completely obliterated by the very thing it was created to serve. The church. His son, the creator of the order, Hugues de Payens had created the order in the holy year 1120 AD, after thousands of Christian pilgrims had been robbed and slaughtered on their way to the holy places located in and around Jerusalem. Since his father was the god of Riches, Hugues de Payens also showed considerable thinking in those areas and he came up with a way to make an order with the blessing of the Pope and thus the blessing of what the Christian referred to as God, an order to safely escort the Christian pilgrims that wanted to visit the Holy Places. The Pope gave Hugues de Payens the Church's blessing, and thus the order of the Knights Templar was created.

The god, known as Hades in Greek mythology and Pluto in Roman, had been very proud of his son, and to ensure that the riches would be kept in the family, he asked Hugues de Payens that only descendants or sons of Hades or Pluto could join the order. He also asked that the Knights swore on the river Styx to never reveal any of the riches the order held, or the family secret that they shared. The most important secrets of the order, including the one of the Gods, would only be known by those who had been deemed worthy by the god of riches. And thus the order was created.

Over the years Hades had always found it a bit hilarious that the Church had assigned what the Church would percept as devil spawn, but the most important thing was that his sons and descendants were doing great.

In the year of 1307 King Phillip IV of France found himself in a great debt to the Knights Templar, and when the Pope, who was french, approached him with the suggestion, that he, King Phillip of France, investigated the fake charges that were placed upon the knights, and the King saw his chance to not only get rid of the order, but also obtain immense riches all at once.

And so it happened that Hades sat in the Underworld watching his own children and descendants being slaughtered and burnt on fires. Most of the people in the order were his descendants, only three of the members of the order were his own children. The first two were already killed, and now he was watching his last son trying to escape from the Kings soldiers. The boy, no more than 14 or so, was gifted with the godly name Nicholas Di Angelo.

Suddenly there was a flash of light in the throne room in the Underworld. Hades looked up in his state of grief and sadness, and saw two startling green eyes looking at him with empathy and sadness. Hades reached out for his stygian sword, but was puzzled when it did not come to him. "You are wondering why your sword does not come to you, yes? I do not wish to fight, and neither do you. I am but here to make an agreement. I wish to have your only living son leading the Knights Templar. It will not be right now, it will come when the time is right. However in order to do so, I wish to take him in until then." The stranger, aged 16 or so, said. "If you accept, he will be immortalized and he will help you when the time is right. Until then, and I will let you know when it is, you must not sire other demigods. However do you not agree to our agreement, he will die now."

The old god looked at the stranger and thought about the arrangement. On one hand his only son would get to life with him forever when this stranger was done with him, and the Knights Templar would remain in some form. On the other hand, he was forbidden to sire anymore demigods. The decision was unanimous. "I accept our agreement." He said defeated. The stranger nodded, and said "I hope you honor our agreement. If not, there will be severe consequences. Now I must honor my part of the agreement." The green eyed stranger gave a little smile and clapped Hades on the back, and vanished in a blinding light. "I didn't even get his name" Hades muttered to himself, "I'm getting to old for this shit." "It's Perseus, the destroyer" as the ground shook.

He shook his head over the antics the stranger showed, but he turned his head back to the makeshift screen showing his only living son. And the last thing Hades does, before the stranger enters the picture in the scene, is cursing the French King and the French Royal Family.

Friday 13. October 1307, The Temple Mount.

The young Knight Templar was trying to hide from the Kings soldiers. He was almost sickly pale with black eyes and black hair. He was dressed in the usual Knights Templar attire, which he wore with pride, and he would for all eternity, as true as his name was Di Angelo. Apparently, he didn't hide so well, because he was soon found and then dragged to the what he guessed was where he would take his final stand. Breathing deeply, he thought about the life he never got to life. They dragged him to what he assumed was the commander of the soldiers that had slaughtered his brothers and his family in the order.

The commander sneered as he saw Nicholas. "You are the last of your kin. I hope you know something about the riches your order holds, because I haven't found a single one yet. They all claimed that they knew nothing of any riches within the order." The commander gestured to the fallen members of the order behind Nicholas, which almost made him puke on the commander. He had seen many people die, but he had never seen a mass murder on such a grand scale. Heads were rolling all around him, blood was flowing all over the ground and there was an almost sickly smell of human soup.

"I know nothing" Nicholas replied, prepared to end the same way as his brothers, because he truly did not know anything. Only the headmasters knew those things, and he had just been invited into the order a few years ago. The headmasters were often the oldest men of the order.

"Then you will die the same way as the other cowards."The commander roared, and he began to arc his sword heading it directly towards Nicholas neck. Nicholas closed his eyes and hoped death would be quick.

Death never came. Because when he opened his eyes all the soldiers in the room were knocked out, and the head of the commander himself were just next to Nicholas feet.

"What happened here?" Nicholas stuttered out in a moment of relief. He became wary, when he heard a chilling voice saying "I did." He turned around to see a boy one or two years older than him, but the strange thing was that he could see years of wisdom present in the eyes.

He tried to grab for his sword in his hilt, but became soon aware that the soldiers, who had taken him, of course had disarmed him before presenting him to the commander. Still he stood in a position ready to attack.

"Who are you?" he managed to stutter out, and the stranger calmly replied back. "I am Perseus, the destroyer. I am your death." Nicholas was trembling a bit, if this boy had just knocked out a whole batallion of soldiers and decapitated the commander, he might just have gone from the ash straight into the fire.

Suddenly Perseus chuckled and then began to laugh. "I am sorry, I just couldn't help myself. Your face was priceless. You were like 'I'm alive' for a second and then like 'I'm dead'."

"Wh-what?" Nicholas was getting very confused. "So you are not here to kill me?"

"No, I am not. I made an agreement with your father", "Hold on, I don't have a father." Nicholas broke in. Perseus slapped his own face, before saying "Everyone has a father you dimwit. If you would just let me finish. Now as I was saying. Your father and I made an agreement."