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The cave was quiet.

The once brightly lit home was barren, and dark. The children no longer played, but mourned the loss of their mother.

It had been two weeks ago when the young godlings found their mother's corpse on the ground outside. Perseus could still hear the screams of his sister, still feel the dried blood on his hands. It was a pale silvery color, not red or gold like the ichor in his veins. He knew this meant something, but was too preoccupied to care.

As for the boxes, Thetis had long opened hers. A private message in her mind warning her of a future for her unborn child. She also received a spell, or what could have been a spell given the symbols and strange dialect. Perseus, however, had yet to open his box. He was frightened of what lay within. Maybe it was a message about his real parents.

Perseus was a lot of things, but a fool was not one. In fact he was quite intelligent. So he knew it was odd that he had control over water when his mother was most clearly not a sea goddess. He did not care, however, for he knew his mother loved him and he loved her.

Or, so he thought.

Until he opened the box he wouldn't really know. Sitting in his cot, staring at the silver and black container, he pondered this. Thetis was out by the lake, trying to catch wind of their lost friend to no avail. Perseus sighed, looking down at his feet.

'Mother wanted you to have this. Honor her wishes.' he thought to himself. With a look of resignation, he opened the box.

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His world exploded into white.

He tried to shout for help but he couldn't make any noise. When the light cleared, he saw his mother, standing in a white gown flowing in a gentle breeze.

"Perseus. My son." she said, a warm smile on her face. The sea god tried to reach out to her, but found he couldn't.

"If you are seeing this, I am dead." the smile disappeared and was replaced with a grimace. "I know you are a smart boy, so you must know you are not my real son. In fact, I stole you away from your family." Perseus stared with shock and confusion, but his mother went on.

"I didn't want to cause you harm or your family, but i just wanted a family again. And I knew I could raise you better than any other person on this gods damned earth." she ranted, getting angrier. Ananke calmed down, shaking her head.

"That's not the point of this. The point is, your fate is not what I had intended." She visibly paled. "It seems my real daughters have had their revenge with you, by making you live out the worst life i have ever seen." Perseus' eyes widened.

His mother's daughters were the Fates. Which meant she was Ananke, the Primordial of Fate and Premonescence.

"Perseus, i'm not going to lie to you. Your life will be hard. You will face many hardships and struggles. But, I am here to help." she brought her hands to his face, connecting their eyes.

"Listen to me, Perseus. The box you have contains two objects that will help you. The gods are coming, both Olympian and Elder. You must prepare because you are special. And dangerous. Do not trust anyone, not even your sister." Her milky white eyes held a dangerous light, one of warning.

"Heed my words, my son. You must not let anyone get too close. If you do, the world could fall and all of Gaea shall be lost." Perseus' sight slowly fell to darkness as his mother's words sank in. "Remember Perseus: I love you, don't trust anyone, and beware my daughters. They will kill you if they since you becoming powerful. Work from the shadows, rise in power, and let no one stand in your way." with that final message, the light washed away and Perseus found himself back in the cave.

Two objects were in his hands: A silver ring with black signs and a piece of parchment that had similar symbols as the scroll Thetis had, except this one was different. The writing was sharp and harsh, written in what could only be blood. This was dark magic, and Perseus felt strangely attracted to it. He stared at the ring, and slowly fitted it onto his middle finger on his right hand.

Suddenly, knowledge filled his mind and he fell to his knees. His mind was filling too full and the pain was almost unbearable. When Perseus felt his mind start to shut down, the pain stopped. He opened his eyes, and they widened in shock. The parchment, the spell, he could understand it.

And he stared at it with fascination, wonder dancing in his eyes and a smile slowly splitting his face. The godling stood and held the spell tight in his hand. With this, Perseus could do as his mother wished. He would rise through the ranks of a minor god, and find a way to infiltrate the Olympians and take them apart. He would show everyone he was not some minor sea god, but a powerful son of a primordial entity.

With spell in hand and ring on finger, Perseus walked out of the cave with a new purpose.

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Of course, to rise in ranks you have to start somewhere. And that somewhere happened to be Perseus' nephew.

"Come on Achilles, swing like you mean it. No, don't parry, thrust! Thrust!" A small boy, about ten years old, growled and brought up a wooden sword. The man shouting was a twenty-two year old Perseus.

He as well held a wooden sword, but it had black signs on it that spiraled down the smooth blade. Off to the side, Thetis stood with a worried expression painted on her lips. "Be easy on him Perseus, he is only a boy." she pleaded.

Achilles scowled at the ground while Perseus looked at his sister with knowing eyes. "He must be ready. I will shape him into the mightiest warrior Greece has ever had!" the sea god shouted. Achilles smiled widely, before swinging his shortsword at Perseus' knee.

"GAH!" the god fell to one knee, turning with an astonished look.

"Never let your guard down uncle. Isn't that what you taught me?" the young demigod smirked. Perseus looked at him, before laughing. Standing up, the sea god summoned water from the nearby lake and splashed Achilles, making him fall flat on his back.

"W-what was that?!" He spluttered.

"Never let your guard down." Perseus said simply, smiling down at his protegee.

He held out a hand, and Achilles took it gratefully. He soon runs off, yelling at skittering squirrels and swinging his wooden sword. "He will be an amazing man." Thetis said with a smile, before frowning.

"Perseus, do you really think he will be killed by an Olympian?" the sea god frowned as well, watching the young child. "The Olympians haven't cared for any other demigod heroes. How do you think i trained the others without being caught?" Perseus said with a smile, thinking back to his former students.

First, he had trained Cadmus, who had then killed a dragon and claimed Thebes as his kingdom. But when it came to giving Perseus his place, he forgot him and had three children.

The second pupil was Perseus, no not the god the son of Zeus. The name similarity had brought his attention from Ino, one of the children of Cadmus who was having problems with Zeus. The young demigod was shaped carefully to be more humble than his father, but that failed when Perseus quit the hero business to settle down with a wife.

But, that didn't matter because Perseus had found his third student: Heracles. This protegee had probably been the worst one, if not one that brought him some piece of fame. Of course, it all came to an end when he got poisoned by that wife of his. So the sea god moved to someone smarter, more his level.

And thus, Theseus became his fourth pupil. But then the demigod got caught up in the questing and eventually forgot his old trainer. Perseus was beginning to think he was out of options, but then his sister Iris Messaged him and gave him hope.

A child.

The child of his sister would be powerful and important, he could sense it. As Perseus watched the young hero run and play, he smiled.

This could be it, the shot he had been waiting just over two hundred years four. Of course, he would have to be precautious. That's why Perseus had a plan, a plan to make sure young Achilles would survive long enough to become Greece's greatest hero. All he needed was a favor, and a whole lot of hope.

"Sister dear, about your question. I can surely help with making sure he becomes the greatest." Thetis looked at her brother.

"Really? How?" Perseus smirked, squeezing his hands together behind his back.

"I just need your blessing."