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AN: I'M ALIVE! :D I'm so sorry for everyone who had been waiting for me to update. I'm not gonna lie, my nemesis had attacked me right after I finished the previous chapter. His name is PROCRASTINATION and I had fought a long and hard battle against him, but I lost :'( Eventualy i did wrote like half of this chapter a few weeks later but then came the end of term exams and holidays (in which I had zero inspiration for the story) and reintegrating myself into school again after the holidays. And then there's school work and blah blah blah, yanno, the usual reasons.
And then a few hours ago I checked this fic again and saw the follows, favorites, and reviews you all left and thought to myself "I am a horribly selfish person to make these wonderful people wait" so I sit up from my position on the bed, turn on the laptop, and started writing.
I started around 12 AM and as I'm writing this it's now a few minutes past 4 AM.
So once again I'm very sorry for those of you who had to wait for so long for the update, and THANK YOU SO MUCH for sticking around. I'm not even finished with the beginning arc yet and already I made everyone wait. I'm a horrible person.
Okay, answers for reviews:
The 6th Spectral King: Were you referring to the law on spiked bats? If so, thank you for clearing things!
PrideViola: Yep, it did. I'm trying to tame the darkness but they keep coming back *cries* and thank you for the encouragement!
picnic990: Mostly it's kinda Hades' way on challenging Zeus. Like, the three of them made a pact to not have any demigod children. In canon, Hades had Bianca and Nico before the pact was made (right? Tbh the only PJO novel was the first one. Other infos i got from wiki, fanfics, and tumblr *le gasp* yeah, i know, preposterous). Technically, he didn't break that pact, but he felt like Zeus would ignore the technicalities, so he hid the two (if this wasn't what hapened, consider it my own personal hc). And also technically, the person who broke the pact first was Zeus, resulting in Thalia. Since he broke the pact first, not hiding Percy is like him daring Zeus to protest on Hades having a demigod child. Risky, I know. But hey, the demigods are already risking their lives anyway so why not more, right?
Omega Alpha Hydra: I speculated as much as well, but i wanted a confirmation from another person. Thanks for clearing that!
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Warning(s): Mentions of abuse among other things.
Without further ado, please enjoy.
.:-Chapter 02-:.
Percy woke up feeling oddly refreshed despite sleeping next to a trashcan.
The moment he woke up, he didn't move. He was confused as to why he was sleeping on hard concrete in a secluded alleyway next to a trashcan instead of on his perfectly comfortable bed in his not-so-perfect-much-less-comfortable apartment slash "home". Then he remembered that he doesn't exactly have a home anymore, much less a bed.
Percy stretched on his seat only to remember his injury. On reflex he paused his moves, hands in the air and all, expecting pain to come from his chest. Oddly, he couldn't feel any kind of stinging like the ones he had experienced just the other day. He pressed gently on his chest for good measure, but still nothing.
Weird.
Now that his head had cleared a little, he also noticed that his right arm didn't hurt anymore. Which was impossible, since even though the wound inflicted there wasn't too deep, it was a pretty big wound (really big dog equals really big teeth) and his arm had been throbbing the whole day yesterday. But now, he couldn't feel any pain from his right arm.
He unrolled the bandage, a little dirty from blood and some dirt from his game of tag with Mr. Policeman, expecting to see the gaping wound from yesterday. What he found was the wound, while still there, was considerably less hard to look at. And that's amazing since while thinking about his wound wouldn't make him throw up, it did make his stomach churn a little. Now his wound looked as if someone decided to paint his arm red in a circular motion, thought better of it, then cleaned the unfinished work with some water and rag before it dried off. Basically it now looked like a red circle.
Really weird.
He slumped back towards the wall and just sat there and stare. Although his body was feeling refreshed, he was still tired emotionally. Yesterday had been a roller coaster of emotion for him and it was all so confusing. He tried to make sense of what had happened yesterday.
Big Ugly... killed his mom.
He tried not to focus too much on that fact since if he did, he would probably end up brooding for the rest of his life and not accomplishing anything at all. If he ended up like that, his mom would have been very disappointed in him for not moving on.
Besides, he had had his own pity party the day before complete with gross sobbing so yeah, he's good for now.
That reminded him of the huge dog that attacked him.
At least, what he thought was a dog. He admit, he didn't manage to examine it carefully. In his defense, it was trying to turn him into its chew toy. But now that he thought back on it, was it really a dog? The thing was insanely huge and he could have sworn there was some kind of black smoke coming out of and curling around it. He didn't know any dog like that. He certainly had never seen them on Nat Geo before (the few times he could get his hands on the remote without Big Ugly going crazy).
And then there's Nightfall.
First of all, wow. It had only sinked into his head just now that he was holding onto a sword. A real life, actual sword. He took Nightfall from its position against the wall and examined it thoroughly. The sheath was made of black leather and the tip of the sheath was made of some kind of metal, also black.
Percy slid the sword out of its sheath and couldn't help but gape, eyes wide with wonder. Although he had examined it shortly before he left his apartment, he still couldn't help but marvel at its beauty. From the tip of the sword to the bottom of the hilt, everything was black (he'd probably have problems finding it if he lost it in the dark). He traced his hands across the sword, fingers tracing over the weird squiggles that he somehow interpreted as "Nightfall". He played with the point of the sword, wanting to know how sharp it was. He ended up grazing his finger.
With a wince, he brought his finger to his mouth. Shouldn't have done that.
All in all, Nightfall looked like a normal sword, if insanely beautiful.
If not for the fact that it came from a black box which errupted into fiery black flames.
(He sensed a pattern here. His dad had an unhealthy obsession with the color black and should probably get that checked.)
He couldn't believe his dad gave him a magical sword. Nevermind that, he couldn't believe his dad gave him a sword in the first place. Percy couldn't decide whether his dad was the worst dad (for giving Percy a lethal weapon) or the best dad (for giving Percy a lethal weapon).
Proof that Nightfall was a magical sword was the fact that it somehow made everyone else see it as a bat. Because Nightfall is obviously a sword and he was a hundred percent sure of it.
Okay, maybe ninety-nine percent. Counting the fact that it's a magical sword and you can never be perfectly sure about the magical.
Percy stood up from his seat on the ground and faced the exit of the alleyway. He dropped into a stance (like the ones he'd seen in movies. Also guided by the soft whispers in his head saying lower your elbow and too tense, relax), sword in front of him. He did experimental swings with it, swinging it vertically and a few times diagonally (there wasn't enough room for him to swing horizontally). He kept going because it somehow felt natural and having a sword in his hands felt just right.
He finally stopped when the sun was high enough to hit his face. He squinted, annoyed and noticed how hot it was since he's still wearing his jacket and he was sweating buckets. He almost put down his sword so he could remove his hoodie, but then he finally realized the oddity that he had felt from Nightfall (aside from it deceiving other people's sense of sight). He positioned it so that the sunlight hit the sword.
The light didn't reflect off the sword.
Boom, another proof that Nightfall was a magical sword.
Before Percy could go on another line of thought on why his sword is absolutely beautiful, a growl came from the area of his stomach.
He remembered that he hadn't eaten anything since he and his mom returned from their trip. With a sigh, he slipped Nightfall back into its sheath and proceeded to reach for his bag and look for some food only to remember another thing.
He didn't pack any food with him. He packed the things that would help him in the long run, but nothing that would help him survive right then and there.
He's an idiot.
.:-Chapter 02-:.
At the moment he was sitting under a tree in a park near where his former apartment was located. The very same park where he had noticed the Old Lady in Leather that had followed and observed him a few years ago whenever he and his mom visited the park. He looked around a little and didn't spot anyone fitting the description. His shoulders slumped in relief. That old lady was not really at the top of the list of people he wanted to see right now.
He looked around the park a second time. The park was practically empty, save from him and the couple that was also sitting under a tree on the other side of the park. Probably due to the fact that it's still working hours for adults and kids rather spent their time relaxing indoors with the AC on rather than outdoors and be attacked by the heatwave of summer.
That's perfectly fine with him though. He could hide his belongings from prying eyes.
He looked back at the couple. They're looking at each other all googly-eyed.
Yuck.
Deeming them distracted enough to ignore him, he made his way deeper into the park. He stepped off the pavement and steppen on soil, kept on walking until he found the tree he was looking for.
He found the tree when he was around five year old and liked to run all over the place. His mom had brought him there and he kept running and running until he stepped on a patch of grass near a tree and found himself falling into a hole all the way to just above his hips. The fond smile on his mom's face turned into panic and she hastily made her way to the hole. After she got him out of the hole and calmed him down, she had explained that the hole had probably been a nest of small animals like rabbits.
Ever since then, whenever he visited the place, he never found any signs of animals coming and going out of the hole. So he had assumed that the hole had been abandoned and decided to claim it for himself.
The hole went deep into the bottom of the tree. He had used the hole to hide pretty little trinkets he often found somewhere or another, like the butterfly bracelet he had found on a pavement and the deck of playing cards that had been put on a bench in the park without signs of anyone owning it. He used to put them into a box and before putting the box inside the hole.
He soon discovered that putting it just like that wouldn't protect it from any rainwater that flows inside, so he found some rocks and stacked them high enough, then he put the box on top of the stack. Sometimes it worked, sometimes there was too much water and the box ended up getting soaked along with its insides.
But it was summer at the moment, which means there will hardly be any rainclouds in sight. He decided that he could hide his belongings here. Not only would he not have any weight on his back, he also wouldn't attract any attention because of Nightfall wherever he went.
Not having Nightfall on his person felt incredibly wrong and it's an unpleasant feeling, but he didn't have any choice. If only Nightfall's magical property included shapeshifting. He sighed, then reluctantly put Nightfall inside.
Alright, first order of business was getting food. He had temporarily taken care of his hunger by drinking lots of water from a drinking fountain in the park, but one could drink only water for so long before they drop. He wasn't too keen on the idea of stealing yet, although he knew that he had to resort to that sooner or later (his mother would be so ashamed of him, but she'd understand. Probably). He also didn't want to use what little money he had on him, since that's for Emergencies only, with a capital E, and this didn't count as one.
In the end, Percy decided to just walk around and pick up any leftover food he found that was clean enough for his stomach to agree. He was kinda used to eating Big Ugly's leftovers anyway so this kind of thing is not a big problem for him.
So he left the park and walked aimlessly on the road. Glancing left and right looking for food that had been left to rot by its wasteful owners.
The streets were more crowded since it was lunchtime and already he could spot a person done with her lunch. She was some kind of office worker, judging by her clothing and how her hair was tied up in a neat bun. He opted to just wait for her to leave the paperbag filled with leftover lunch on her seat and he'd take it when she walk away. But aparently she was one of those good citizens that threw away their trash to where it belongs, since she was making her way to the general area of the trashcan. Sure, he could just look for a new "prey" that left their food where they ate, saving him the embarassment of having to ask someone for their leftovers, but he was hungry and he could care less about being embarassed.
He hoped that Mrs. Office Lady would give it to him without firing too much questions. Maybe if he acted like an annoying brat she would hand over the paperbag without much fuss so he would leave quickly. With that in mind, he walked up to the lady before she could make it to the trashcan and tugged on the hem of her shirt.
Mrs. Office Lady turned to him, annoyed because she was interrupted from her objective, but then the annoyance turned into confusion the moment she caught sight of him, a nine year old boy, face covered in dirt, and wearing a jacket in the middle of summer. He didn't say, "Excuse me," or something like that since it would ruin the image he was trying to build as an annoying slash impudent kid.
"What is it?"
Right hand still on the shirt, Percy pointed his left on the paperbag, "I want that."
Confusion turned into incredulity, "This is my leftover lunch, you know?"
"I know. But I'm hungry so I don't care."
Office Lady was silent for a while, "Look, sweetie, where's your parents?"
"Dead," he answered flatly.
Well, his mom was, at least. He didn't know about his dad. Hopefully since she had pushed on a "touchy subject" as his mom would've put it, she'd drop it and just give him the bag already.
An awkward silence fell on the two. He was beginning to have doubts on his plan. Maybe he should've acted like a sweet and shy kid instead of a flippant one. Just when he was about to bail, Mrs. Office Lady reached inside her handbag and pulled out an unopened bottle of mineral water and gave it to him along with the paperbag.
Objective gained, he grinned, took the offered items, and ran, throwing a thanks back at her direction. She would probably not be at the same spot tomorrow so that he wouldn't be able to bother her for another leftover, but he's completely fine with that. There's plenty of fish in the sea, as they said.
.:-Chapter 02-:.
For several days all he ate were leftovers, other than that one time a man dropped his bag of oranges and it rolled all over the place. He picked up all of them except for one which was hidden under some bushes. So after the man left Percy took the orange and savored the fresh flavor of fruit he likely wouldn't be able to taste for a while. There was also that time he asked for some bread from an old lady who was feeding some ducks on a pond. She ended up pulling out a brand new loaf of bread (a bit squished) from her handbag along with some candies and giving them to him. Old ladies are great.
Except for that one Old Lady in Leather.
He also had several close calls with the same Mr. Policeman from before. Even though he had put Nightfall away, apparently Mr. Policeman still recognized Percy. In the beginning he tried to approach Percy and talk to him, but he ran the moment Mr. Policeman got too close. The next meeting he tried talking from a distance, and it kinda worked for a while until he started questioning about his parents. Then he ran again. Third time, Mr. Policeman forego the questionings and went straight to catching him. It gave him quite a scare since he almost got caught with the "surprise attack", but like before, he managed to get away. So a point for him.
What he hadn't done was take a bath in those several days. He had put away his jacket after his first "hunt" in hopes to lessen his sweating. It helped, but not by much. The most clean-up he had was washing his face and head in a water fountain or any clean water source.
He needed to do something other than looking for food and worrying about his personal hygiene. Right now he's alive, but he's not living. There's no purpose in his life if this keeps going. So there he was, sitting next to a trashcan, at the very spot he had spent his first night homeless, thinking long and hard about what he should do from then.
Nothing really came to mind.
Maybe he should read his mom's journals. It might give him some ideas on what to do. But it was getting late and his belongings are still hidden in his little trasure trove back in the park, which was a little ways away. He decided to do that tomorrow and rest there for the night.
The seclusion and privacy that was provided in that alleyway was somehow comforting for him. He was surprised no other homeless people had made themselves comfortable here first. He did, though. He found one of those cardboard boxes, unboxed it, and turned it into a makeshift bed which he put next to the trashcan (since it made a good cover from the mainstreet). Most nights he slept there, mindless of the trashcan next to him, because the complete darkness that covered him at night gave him a sense of protection.
It wasn't night yet though, and in turn that safe feeling hadn't enveloped him. He laid down on the cardboard, put his hand under his head as a makeshift pillow, and started to play with his mom's ring with his right hand.
Then he noticed something wrong about the ring. Before, it had a somewhat intricate design with knots and was more feminine, but now the design of the ring was more straightforward, like a ring originally designed for men.
First a shapeshifting sword, now a shapeshifting ring? Seriously, where did his dad even get these things?
His thoughts shifted to his dad. The man who left him while he was still in his mom's womb. Who left his mom when she needed him most.
Percy frowned. Why did he do that? Why did his dad left the woman he supposedly loved? Well, yeah, he probably had his reasons, but couldn't he have at least kept in contact with her? And what's with the presents? A magical sword and ring. Why did he gave them those? The sword helped him get rid of the huge monster dog from before. Did his dad knew that something like that would happen to him? He couldn't think of any other reason as to why his dad would give him a sword of all things. And if he knew, the least he could've done was give a warning.
Then he could have known about his present sooner. He could have protected his mom from Big Ugly by threatening him with Nightfall. He wouldn't actually do anything to the guy, just maybe wave it in front of him, but maybe being threatened with a sword (or a bat in his point of view) would made him lay off on the abuse he'd done to him and his mom. But now his mom was-
He clenched the ring thightly. He ended up thinking about more 'maybe's and he could feel a spark of hatred, a feeling of betrayal, form in him. He let go of the ring, letting it fall to his chest. He relaxed his shoulders he didn't even realized had tensed.
He felt angry towards his dad for abandoning him and his mom. He wouldn't even be surprised of ihs dad had already forgotten about them. But Percy couldn't stop himself from hoping that maybe, wherever his dad was, he still cared for them. After all, he did left the sword for Percy to fight with and the ring to... well, he didn't know but maybe it was just a present for his mom. A magical one.
His head was forming lots of questions and he had a feeling that his dad would know the answers. He decided on his new objective.
He'll find his dad and demand answers to his questions. And maybe punch him a few times in the face for justified reasons obviously.
But he didn't know where to start. He didn't even know his dad's name or what he looked like. Okay maybe he did know a bit of how his dad looked like with how his mom always compared the two of them but there's like a million people with "pale skin, onyx eyes, and jet black hair".
And in the end it all came back to his mom journals. The black one he knew the contents, drawings of plants and wildlife and their characteristics, some recipes she got from her coleagues at work, stuff like that. What he was curious about was the brown one. That one ought to have some clues about his dad.
I'll head back to the park first thing tomorrow, he thought. Night had come and he could finally feel the comfort brought by the darkness. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
.:-Chapter 02-:.
Pardon his words, but what the hell.
When Percy opened the brown journal he expected to find something simple like his dad's name or his work. You know, the usual. It took him awhile to read the journal with his dyslexia but in the end he did, indeed, find them. He didn't know what to expect but it sure wasn't this.
His dad was a god. To be precise, his dad was Hades, greek god of the underworld.
It was either true, or his mom was trying to pull a fast one on him. Like she was hoping he'd read it at some point and ask her whether or not it was true and then she'd be like "gotcha!".
He was hoping for the latter, but the former explained all the weird things that had happened to him recently. Like Nightfall the Magical Sword and the shapeshifting ring. And it certainly explained why his mom liked to tell greek mythology to him as if they were real. They actually were real. The proof was the huge dog- a hellhound!- that had appeared and tried to eat him.
He had believed in their existence before, of course. But merely believing and then getting an actual proof was a different matter altogether.
Back to the topic at hand, greek mythology wasn't a myth after all!
He was a child made from a human and a god, a demigod. He had often remarked on how being a demigod sounded cool, but his mom often got a sad look on her face and said that a demigods always led difficult lives. Being regalled as a hero sure didn't sound like a 'difficult life' to him.
But if being a demigod meant that he'd be chased around by monsters like the hellhound, he agreed that he rather be a normal person.
Reading his mom's journal sure cleared things up a bit, but it also brought dozens of new questions. Like was there any other demigod other than him? Where was Mount Olympus located? And the Underworld?
A sudden thought came to him. His mom had died... did that mean she moved on to the Underworld?
From what he remembered, the Underworld had three places a dead person could go to. Field of Judgement, Field of Asphodel, and Elysium. He didn't remember their exact description but he was pretty sure they were the equivalent of Christian Hell, Limbo, and Heaven respectively.
He'd bet all his money and the clothes on his back that his mom went to Elysium. Well, she had better be. It's the least his dad could've done for her. But he needed to make sure of it.
Guess a visit to the Underworld is in order. Not only to see his mom (in Elysium hopefully) but also to get his questions answered by his dad, Hades (refering to a mighty deity like him as his dad felt so weird. It might take a while to get used to). Oh, and let's not forget, punch him in the face once or twice (mighty god he might be but still).
Easy to say, but he hadn't a clue where to go. Did he have to die first? Hopefully not. The greek heroes he knew didn't need to die to go to the Underworld, right? He didn't exactly remember, but since they lived to tell the tale, it must mean that they didn't die.
Then where was the entrance? Was it in as far as Greece? Or maybe it was some place nearer, like New York or Las Vegas. Maybe the entrance was in Hollywood?
... Nah.
He opened the brown journal again, hoping to find a clue on the whereabouts of the Underworld. After a while of slow reading, he hadn't found anything important. He fliped the pages until he reached the very end and some kind of business card dropped to the ground. He picked it up and then groaned. Whatever written on it was on cursive and he felt the urge to just rip the card to pieces. But it could be a clue so he sucked it up and tried his hardest to read the content.
In the end, he concluded that it was an address to someplace called Camp Half Blood in Long Island. Gee, wonder what that Half Blood implied.
Anyway, he got somewhere to start. He slipped the card back into the journal and put it inside his bag. He picked up his belonging and, not for the first time, lamented at the fact that Nightfall couldn't take a more inconspicious form.
With a sigh, he slung the sword over his shoulder and made his way out of the park. Halfway there, he felt someone grab his arm. Thinking that it was Mr. Policeman succeeding in catching him off guard, he started trashing against the hold.
"Whoa there, kid, calm down," a female voice said.
Percy realized it wasn't Mr. Policeman, so he finally took a god look of the person who approached him. A woman, with a man, probably her boyfriend, standing next to her. He didn't recognize them, but they did look vaguely familiar.
The woman started, "We saw you here a few days ago-"
Percy remembered the couple from before. The ones who did the googly eyes. Oh, them.
"-and we felt a bit concerned. You were here alone now just like before, and you don't seem to have changed your clothes either-"
Wow, way to make me concern myself on my personal hygiene again. Just when he was starting to forget about it too.
"-so we were wondering, are you lost by any chance? Are you from outside the area and can't find your way back to the hotel? It must have been days since we saw you and you're still here. Didn't you try to get help from the police? Or we can help you find your way instead. Besides, it's dangerous for kids to walk around alone, especially with that sword-"
Percy was getting quite fed up with her rambling until she got to that part. Then he became alarmed. This woman didn't see a bat, she saw a sword. The boyfriend probably saw his alarmed face, because then he smacked the woman on the head.
"Ouch! What was that for?!"
The boyfriend growled, more like an animal than how a normal person would usually do, "You messed up."
The woman then turned to look at Percy and then realized that he did, in fact, grew wary of her. Then she grinned so wide, her previously perfect teeth all turned sharp and menacing, "Oh well, not that it matters."
His head was screaming at him to run away but the woman- monster- had a death grip on his hand. So he did the second best thing. He slid his sword out of its sheath and sliced off the hand that was holding onto him.
She screamed, and suddenly her form shifted. She had flaming head, and legs that was half donkey, half metal. While the boyfriend had turned into somekind of human-headed lion with a thorny tail.
This was too terrifying. He wanted to cry, wanted to run.
So he ran.
He turned tail and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. The two monsters took after him, screaming. He had planned to run towards the crowded streets, so that he could lose them like how he lost Mr. Policeman a few days ago, but with a sinking feeling he realized that he'd end up endangering innocents instead. So he changed his direction to the back alleys. The monsters followed.
He ran as hard as he could, his heart was beating hard in his chest, his breating erratic. he wanted to stop but he did he'd die so he kept running. He could still hear the sounds of those monsters chasing him. He needed to find a way to lose them.
He rounded a corner and found several metal barrels, some had their lids off. Without thinking thinks through (he didn't have the time to think things through) he jumped inside one of the barred and closed the lid. In the complete darkness of the barrel he tried to control his breathing and prayed to any god listening, prayed to his dad, to not let them find me please don't let them find me please-
He could hear the sound of the two monsters running, approaching the barrels. He could feel his stomach drop and he felt tears form in his eyes, but then the sounds grew far away. He thought it meant that they had run straight across instead of checking on the barrels. He wanted to check, but he didn't want to risk it. So he stayed in there for a while. He tried to calm himself down and managed to do so. He felt so drained. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
.:-Chapter 02-:.
Should I keep this fic curse free or not? Because I had the urge to curse some but was afraid the majority of you would hate them so I refrained from making any. But I don't think I'll last long... What do you think?
This fic is un-beta-ed and will probably stay that way for a while because of reasons.
In the prologue I said that I'll try to keep the characters IN character, but since some characters would have totally different background i can't see it happening in some cases. So yeah sorry.
Percy's a 9 y.o. but his way of thinking is way advanced and it's unrealistic I know. But i tried writing on how i thought a child's mind would go, but couldn't go on without the fic becomeing, well, lame. I tried my best but yeah, still way too advanced thinking for a 9 y.o.
Yes, Percy has an unhealthy obsession with Nightfall.
So I finished MCGA a while ago (Bit of spoiler here. Ignore this paragraph to avoid that) and I gotta say I love Jack. Do you think I should make Nightfall be able to talk like him too? It's tempting.
There are drinking fountains in NY, right? Bcs there's certainly none where I'm in right now.
I don't know if I'm describing the life of a homeless person (child) correctly. Probably not. So I apologize in advance.
The new image of the ring (delete spaces and , well, dots):
Black-Onyx-Rocker-Mens-Rings-p /
Alright, that's all for now. Thanks for reading, and review plz bcs I love reviews.
Choppa, out.