Disclaimer: Percy Jackson and the Olympians along with Heroes of Olympus do not belong to me.

Author's Note: Time is a little skewed in regards to their arrival at Camp. I didn't remember the length of time separating everything, so I just decided to wing it, knowing I was wrong. But that's the good thing about this being an AU, shit doesn't happen the same. Also, there are time skips because I hate writing the first two books.

The Son of Kronos

Chapter Two

Previously

"Well, anyways, I must return to a mortal thing called, school. Apparently, young mortals have to attend it. Bye," Perseus said, before flashing back to his room, only to discover his satyr roommate looking as if he was about to wake up. Perseus jumped into action quickly and hid under his covers, feigning sleep. He had perfect timing. Just after Perseus closed his eyes, he heard the satyr, Grover Underwood, awaken and begin to leave the room, probably to meet with Chiron and discuss the events that took place earlier in the day.

Now

Perseus was bored. It was as simple as that.

Following the destruction of the Furies was a long, boring series of events that finally led him to where he was now, the demigod "safe-haven" Camp Half-Blood. Or at least, he was outside of it, watching the scene in front of him with a "terrified" expression on his face.

The scene before him consisted of two… well, one person and one monster, attempting to kill each other. Daniel Jenkins was fighting none other than the infamous Minotaur, unfortunately for Daniel, he was not quick enough to save his mother from the Minotaur. Exactly what happened to her was unclear, Perseus had a feeling she was alive, but he didn't really care if she was or not. While Perseus was watching the amusing wrestling match in front of him with feigned horror, the satyr "protector" assigned to them, Grover Underwood, was lying on the ground next to him, unconscious. This just proved Perseus' previous opinion of Grover being incompetent to be completely true.

Perseus saw Daniel foolishly jump onto the Minotaur's back and began yanking on one of the monster's horns. Perseus almost snorted in amusement. What did Daniel think? Did he foolishly believe that he was strong enough to yank off the Minotaur's horn? Perseus just rolled his eyes and went back to his thoughts, ignoring the fight in front of him.

It had been nearly five months since he began to play the charade of a clueless demigod named Perseus "Percy" Jackson. He had been very thorough in his disguise and was honestly rather proud of it, despite how bored he currently was. At the moment, he wanted nothing more than to fight, to destroy, to rip something to pieces. His more violent and sadistic tendencies had been quelled while in Tartarus, as down there he had hundreds of thousands of monsters he could fight and kill. Honestly, the Minotaur had been one of his favorite "toys" and had been killed by Perseus hundreds of times, simply because it annoyed him with its stupidity. While most would view that as a horrible reason to kill something, he viewed it as the perfect reason, especially since it lessened the annoyance he felt and quelled the urge he always had to go on a rampage.

Perseus' thoughts quickly took off in a different direction, settling on the image of a beautiful girl with the appearance of a Persian princess. After visiting Mt. Othrys and speaking to Atlas, he had been dismayed to hear of her betrayal. Sure, he wasn't surprised by it, but he definitely didn't expect her betrayal to hurt him so much. True, she was the only friend he had had in his youth aside from the Titans that took part in his training, but she had only ever been just that. There had never been any romance between the two, the most they had ever done was hug each other. Perseus had never even considered possibly liking her as more than a friend, both because he was so focused on training for the coming war and because he had always believed himself to be above such emotions.

So why did it hurt so much?

For the week following his freeing Atlas, Perseus had contemplated going to see Zoe to try and talk some sense into her, try and convince her to come back to the Titans, to come back to him. However, after thinking deeply on the subject, he had concluded trying to do such a thing would be foolish. From what he had been told, she had been with Artemis and her Hunters for almost as long as he himself had been in Tartarus, in other words, nearly three millennia. He had little doubt that over those three-thousand years she had been absolutely corrupted by Artemis and the Olympians, and while he wanted nothing more than to try and get her to see the light again, he decided to wait until a more opportune moment presented itself. One where he was in complete control of the situation. When he added in the fact that seeing Zoe now would more than likely reveal his existence to the Olympians, it became evident that there was really only one correct choice for him to make.

That still brought up the question, though. Why did it hurt so much? Making that decision had been more painful to Perseus than watching his father get murdered by Perseus' little siblings, something that had haunted him all throughout his self-imposed exile in the Pit. In the past, when he had questions about just about anything, he would talk to his father because his father had a lot of wisdom and the advice or answers he gave always made Perseus feel better. Unfortunately, he couldn't exactly talk to his father about this, as that would not only reveal that he may or may not feel something akin to affection for Zoe, but it would also require him actually contacting his father, which he was loath to do since it went against his own very elaborate plan.

Perseus sighed and pulled his thoughts back to the present, and just in time as luck would have it. He watched slightly shocked as Daniel shoved the Minotaur's horn into its chest, effectively killing it and sending it back to Tartarus. The god hated to admit it to himself, but he was actually impressed that a demigod with no training was actually able to kill the son of Pasiphaë, especially with the bull-man's own horn!

He was, however, much less impressed when Daniel collapsed on the ground, unconscious. Perseus truly considered just leaving him and the satyr there and just going into Camp alone, but since he was Daniel's "friend", he knew he had to take the two fools in. He grabbed Grover's left leg and Daniel's right, and slowly began the trek of dragging them up the hill and into Camp Half-Blood. He could have easily carried them both in, but it would've seemed strange to others that he, Percy Jackson, a normal demigod, had so much strength.

Plus, it would've meant him not getting to "accidentally" cause the two pain as he dragged them over rocks and other such nonsense into the camp.

Oh joy, he sarcastically thought to himself as he dragged the two idiots over to the rather large house, Now I get to spend some time around the youngest of all my siblings, that stupid horse, Chiron. Just my luck.

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One Week Later…

It was official, Camp Half-Blood sucked. It had only been one week and he was even more bored now here at camp than he was when he had been in school, and that was saying something.

Upon dragging Daniel and Grover over to the house last night, he was immediately confronted by Chiron and a girl with gray eyes and blonde hair. The girl had demanded to know his name, age, godly parent, how he got to camp, what happened, where he was from, and blah, blah, blah. He had just stared at her blankly, which had frustrated her to no end and provided him with some amusement. It had taken five minutes for Chiron to gain control of the girl, who seemed to have caught onto his amusement and had tried to attack him, before the centaur finally got her to leave, probably back to her own cabin.

Chiron had then attempted to question Perseus on what had occurred outside the borders of camp, but Perseus just stared blankly ahead, playing the part of traumatized 12-year-old demigod splendidly. Chiron, who was still using his beloved wheelchair, attempted to soothe Perseus into revealing what happened, but to no avail.

After realizing how pointless it was to keep questioning him, Chiron brought him, Daniel and Grover (both of whom were still unconscious) to the infirmary to be checked out and treated.

The only real source of entertainment Perseus had gotten since arriving was when he saw a rather large and cranky looking girl and the rest of her siblings (at least, he assumed that was who they were) drag Daniel into a bathroom, only for Daniel to be the one to come out completely dry while the rest were soaking wet.

Well, that and Luke Castellan, a son of Hermes and also his father's spy amongst the campers. When Perseus first met Luke's eyes, he instantly knew who the boy was, and despite it endangering his carefully laid plans, decided to scare the teenager a bit. During their introduction, Perseus had let the Mist that concealed his golden eyes flicker briefly, revealing their true nature to Luke whose eyes had widened impossibly large, only for the demigod to quickly gain back his bearings when "Percy" asked him what was wrong. In the end, Luke had played it off in his mind as a trick of the light, but despite that, he was still wary around Perseus, which suited the son of Kronos just fine.

"Percy" was forced to stay in the Hermes Cabin, as he had yet to be "claimed" by any of the gods. Not that he would be, of course. He was rather happy with this, as being "just another unclaimed demigod" gave him a large amount of anonymity, since almost everyone seemed determined to ignore the unclaimed demigods in the Hermes Cabin.

The calm that had overtaken the camp since the arrival of him, Grover and Daniel was broken yesterday during Capture the Flag, when it was revealed to everyone that Daniel was the son of Poseidon. Despite already knowing the boy was the son of his younger brother, Perseus' rage and hatred at Poseidon for what he helped do to his father nearly overwhelmed him, and Perseus only barely managed to hold himself back from slaughtering Daniel as an outlet for his anger. The fact that he was forced to bow to the son of his brother to maintain his disguise just added to Perseus' anger.

Perseus was pulled from his thoughts when he saw Daniel running towards him with a panicked expression on his face. "Percy!" the idiot shouted, despite Perseus already staring right at him.

He forced himself to put on a calm face and a friendly smile as he greeted his "friend". "Hey Daniel, what's up?"

"It's awful! Dude, I'm freaking out! It's terrible and I don't know what to do, man!" Daniel shouted, nonsensical.

"Daniel, take deep breaths and calm. Breathe in. Out. In. Out. Good, now what's wrong?" Percy questioned, acting worried for his friend.

"I was just given a quest. I have to somehow find and take the Master Bolt to Olympus by the summer solstice or there will be a war between the gods! The solstice is in two weeks and I have no idea where to begin! All I was given to help guide me was some stupid prophecy that makes no sense! I get to take two people with me, but I still don't know what to do!" Daniel yelled back, nearly catatonic (much to Perseus' secret amusement).

"Everything is going to be alright, Daniel. I'm confident you'll be able to complete the quest by then. All you need to do is pick your companions wisely. I would suggest that annoying blonde that you've been flirting with, Anabel I think her name was. You should also ask Luke to go with you, too. If he's not able to go, then I'm sure you can convince G-man to go with you. I would, but since I haven't been claimed, I'm not allowed to go on any quests," He finished, feigning sadness at the thought of never being claimed.

By the time Percy finished explaining what to do, Daniel had finally calmed down enough to think semi-rationally and nodded at his friend's words. Daniel smiled shakily at Percy, before thanking him for the advice and running off in a hurry to find Annabeth and Luke or Grover. Perseus was actually a little surprised Poseidon's brat didn't correct him when he got the girl's name wrong, but then again, he had a lot on his mind.

As Daniel was running away, Perseus' kind and friendly expression turned into an icy glare aimed right at the son of Poseidon's back. Hopefully, if the foolish boy actually took his advice and succeeded in his quest, Daniel would start to focus more on the girl, slowly drifting apart from Perseus, allowing the god his much-loved anonymity.

Once Daniel was out of sight, Perseus' glare changed into a cold smile. Everything was going according to plan. If things continued as he hoped, he would no longer need his disguise in two years. He would have to wait and see, though. And he could do that, for he was patient. After all, one doesn't spend three thousand years in Tartarus and not learn a little patience.