I'm gonna start leaving my Author's Notes at the bottom of the chapters starting from this point forward.

I do not own PJO or HOO and I never will.

"Focus Perseus. Lower your bow arm, relax your shoulders...good. Breath in and out slowly, there we go. Fire when ready." Perseus let go of the arrow, watched it whistle across the room, right on the outer rim of the target. "At least you hit the damn thing this time. You just need to stop being so tense. You need to learn how to use your bow with grace, not act like you're using an instrument from the outer worlds. Your bow must feel like another limb, you should be able to use it as easily as you use your legs to walk."

Perseus sighed. "It's just so hard. The bowstring is too hard to pull back. Can't I get one that's easier to pull?"

"No you can't," Apollo said instantly. "If you use a bow that has a weak bowstring, your arrow with land not even ten feet from you. The more you use that bow, the easier it will get. Now, nock another arrow and try again."

As soon as the sun came peeking over the horizon that morning, Apollo had woken Perseus. Immediately after he had woken up, Apollo had sent the demigod on a five mile run around the city. The run had been excruciating, and every time that Perseus stopped to walk or simply take a break, Apollo would shoot an arrow at the child that would produce a small electric shock. That seemed to work for the demigod.

After the run, Apollo showed Perseus to a large river, that had water rushing through it. Apollo said that Perseus would have to cool off in the river. The river was freezing cold, but being a son of Oceanus he loved the cold water. It invigorated, and when he stepped out of the river, he felt like he could take a ten mile run this time.

When he was out the river, Apollo mentioned to Perseus that he hadn't eaten all day, and it was time for lunch. After the two had their lunch in Apollo's quarters, they walked around Rome.

Perseus wore a cream white tunic, trimmed with gold silk, and fastened tightly on with a brown leather belt. Beside him was Apollo was a gold tinted, metal chestpiece with the Roman sigil engraved into it, and leggings. He donned a scarlet red cape that hung down over his back, and a gold crown lay atop his head. The crown had red and blue jewels embedded into it. A golden bow with a large ruby encrusted in the middle of it laid across his back, and a sword with a red hilt lay in a brown scabbard on his waist.

"Is it really necessary to wear your armor out in public like that?" asked Perseus.

Apollo shrugged. "It's important to look powerful. If the civilians or soldiers see someone of great rank looking powerful and confident, they too will be filled with pride."

"Don't you get hot?"

"You seem to forget that I am now god of the sun. I do not get hot. Only very cold at night, but don't tell anyone that," Apollo admitted.

The two passed a group of young girls while they were talking, many who began to catcall Apollo. The god paid no mind to them and walked past them. Perseus asked, "Who were they?"

Apollo looked at his student with an amused expression. "Why, whores of course."

"Whores!" Perseus exclaimed with great surprise. "They looked no older than me!"

"And they most probably weren't. Most courtesans are beginning or about to begin womanhood. They are usually no older than 14."

Perseus looked disgusted. "Why? That sounds sick that an adult would find a child attractive."

The god shrugged. "You seem to forget that the age most women are married off is just after 13."

"Thirteen! This never happened in my father's kingdom, all women were married when they were in their late twenties!"

"You forget that the life expectancy of mortals are no more than 40 years old. Girls are married off young and have five children by the time they are twenty years old. Those of godly blood like you and I live much longer, so it seems strange to us. The men and women in your kingdom do not have to deal with smallpox and measles and typhus. It is not wrong for mortals, they do what they need to do to survive. Now silence, a noble of high power is approaching. Do not act a fool."

He spoke the truth, for a man dressed in expensive clothes walked towards the pair. The man was an average height, looked to be a mature age, having wrinkles upon his forehead, tanned skin, a neatly shaved beard, and long shaggy hair. He was a brunette, and had dark green eyes. He smiled at the two, showing off his yellow teeth, accompanied with gums with black spots in a variety of places.

The man bowed before Apollo. "Duke Peter, hello. I trust you are having a good afternoon?" The god nodded in response. "I'm glad to hear that. And who is this young man?"

The god gave a bright smile and clapped his hand on Perseus's shoulders. "Why, Lord Isaac, this is my dear sister's son, Perseus. He has travelled far from Babylon on his mother's request. She did not feel safe having her only son in the middle of a war."

"Ah yes. Alexander of Macedon is surely to siege the city by the end of the month. Apparently, he has sent half his troops home because of how sure he is of victory," Lord Isaac said. (AN: There's not an exact date when this story is taking place, and many things I will incorporate in this story may be hundreds of years apart. So don't worry about the year so much.) "I hope your mother is okay."

"Alexander is a man of great honor, he would surely not murder the people of the city, only enslave the soldiers perhaps. But I do believe my nephew will stay here for a while."

"Well, there is no better place to live in the world than Rome." Isaac put one knee down so he was average height with Perseus. "How old are you boy?"

Perseus straightened his back to get as tall as possible. "Twelve Lord Isaac."

The man examined him with great intrigue. "Almost a man. Yet not quite. You are skinny, but still are quite fit. I trust your uncle has been teaching you a thing or two when it comes to archery and sword practice?" Perseus nodded. "Very good. He is perhaps the best archer in the world, only behind Apollo himself. I would not be surprised if he was a son of the god." He stood to his full height, and again bowed to Apollo. "If you would forgive me Duke, I have a few things to sort out with my wife. Good day to you both."

When the man walked away, Apollo said, "Very good Perseus. You were respectable, but didn't give too much information. At least I won't have to teach you about people skills. It's getting late, let's go back home and see what we can do about your archery."

So the two set for home, where they decided to start their archery lessons. Once archery was done, Apollo had Perseus go to the well in his courtyard and drink the water to regain energy. When the boy came back to Apollo's training room, the god gave him a wooden sword. "To destroy a god as powerful as Poseidon, you must not exceed only in one area. Therefore, I will expect you to become a master swordsman."

Perseus groaned. "I can't even use a bow, how am I to master a sword?"

"You will master the sword and bow the way any other mortal does, with time and effort. You cannot expect that everything will be handed to you in life. Now raise your sword and show me your stance."

Like I had said earlier, Oceanus had not let his son do anything except read out of protection. So like archery, Perseus had not a clue what to do with his sword stance. He then remembered that he would watch the soldiers of the kingdom duel one another, and remembered what the instructor would tell them to do.

Perseus lifted his right arm over his right shoulder, as his left arm pointed upwards in an L shape. This made the sword's hilt above go above the boy's head, as the blade slanted downwards towards Apollo. Perseus had his body turned so his entire front was to the left of the wooden blade. The position made Perseus very uncomfortable, and the sword was heavy. The child knew that if the blade was of real steel, he would have no hope of lifting it past his waist.

Apollo raised an eyebrow at his pupil. "Very interesting Perseus. I have not seen a man use that stance for many years. Very well, I will adopt it as well if I am to teach you the art of the sword." True to his word, the god reflected Perseus's stance. Without warning, the god struck at the boy.

The son of Hestia saw it coming, but he was far to slow to block the blow as the wooden blade collided with the left side of his torso. Wind left his body, and the child laid on the floor, wheezing for breath.

Apollo frowned. "You saw the attack, yet did nothing to prevent it? Get up and raise your sword, bane of Olympus."

The term struck Perseus almost as hard as the blow Apollo had just given him.

Bane of Olympus?

A sudden scene flooded the boy's mind, an image of his mother speaking with a man clouded by darkness. They were speaking in his father's bedroom, and he could see Oceanus sitting on the edge of his bed, listening to the two.

"The gods have gone miles past the line I drew when I gave all of you your powers," the shadow man said. "The sins the Olympians have committed are so evil that they have become manifestations of your father, Kronos. They need to be taken down. The child that you bear will be the one to take them down."

Perseus shook his head violently as if he had just had some water lodged into his ear. He looked at Apollo. "Why did you just call me that?"

The god smiled. "You are destined to kill many more gods other than Poseidon in your lifetime. How exactly, is a matter that you will learn in the very near future. Now, pick up your sword."

With the vision still stuck in his head, Perseus stood up and took his stance again.

Bane of Olympus, the boy thought. I like it.

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Perseus sat in a large chair in the middle of Apollo's archives, where he was reading a book written by Athena. It had been about a month of training, and Apollo had given Perseus the day off, and told him he could spend it how we chose. So naturally, Perseus went to the god's library to do his favorite thing.

The book was a history book of sorts, as it fully described the history of the titans, gods, other deities, and a small account on the primordials.

Of course, Perseus spent a lot of time reading about his father and mother. Another thing he found interesting, was what the Olympians thought of children who had a titan and god as parents. Apparently, it was quite common when the titans had just been defeated. Zeus took the most advantage of this, siring titan spawn such as Apollo, Artemis, the Muses, and a few others. However, after Prometheus betrayed the gods, the relationship between the two species became tainted. Now, a titan and god making a child is considered taboo, and the child is usually treated an outcast.

Another thing that Perseus paid special attention to was the accounts of Poseidon. Since he was Perseus's sworn enemy, the child decided that he would have to learn everything about him. Athena herself despised Poseidon, so that element was always present in her writing. There was constant ridicule and negative judgement in everything that there was to say about him.

Maybe I can use that to my advantage.

Perseus also found interesting what the goddess had to say about Rome. She wrote, The Italian city of Rome is one of the most powerful cities in the world. I and the gods found it so powerful that we all decided we would insert ourselves into their politics. For over twenty years, we helped the Romans build new cities, and establish a new religion where they worshipped us just as the Greeks did. We created new identities, new stories, and we became much more war minded. Even the most peaceful goddesses had a new fierceness in them when we adopted these new names, but I hated it. The Romans found the goddess of wisdom too good for them. They said, "We do not need wisdom, all we need is a clear mind for war." For the first time in my life, I found my brother Mars boasting to me of how he had been more powerful than me thanks to Rome. I am the one who brought up the choice to leave Rome behind and go back to our roots in Greece, and I succeeded. Rome has not even been looked at for the past dozen years. None of us even mention Rome now, and we will not adopt our Roman names for a very long time.

Perseus couldn't help but be disgusted by all the things the Olympians had done to mortals, and to their own.

Another thing peaked the boy's interest. Supposedly, if what Athena had written was to be trusted, there was going to be one more god to be added to the Olympians. Apparently, he was another one of Zeus's love childs, who he had sewn into his right thigh to keep Hera from finding out the child was alive. I'm not making this up. When the child was a man, Zeus made him a god so Hera could not kill him.

This new god's name was Dionysus, and he was the god of wine, religious ecstasy, and theatre. Supposedly, he was to replace Perseus's own mother Hestia on the Greek pantheon.

Reading about all of this, Perseus realized how difficult it would be for him to kill Poseidon. And Apollo said he would have to kill more gods? The child closed the book, and put his face in his hands out of frustration. He wished his mother was with him.

Perseus lifted his head as he spotted a bright blue book high on a bookshelf. He didn't notice it before, but he immediately got up and used a stool to grab the book. The book was written in latin, a language that Oceanus had taught Perseus very thoroughly as well as Greek.

The title of the book was, The Mystical Island of Ogygia. The name sounded familiar, for he had heard his father talk about it on more than one occasion. It was an island, that was a prison of sorts. A prison for whom however, Perseus never knew. The book's cover was made of smooth blue leather, and the author was unknown.

The son of Hestia opened the book, and read. The Island of Ogygia is a large island created by Neptune on orders from Jupiter. After the gods won the ten year Titanomachy, Jupiter would punish the Titans that defied the gods. He threw all in the deep depths of Tartarus with the Hecatonchires to guard them. All except one.

Atlas was a very important commander on the side of the Titans, and was often called Saturn's right hand man. When the Titans were sent to Tartarus, Jupiter gave Atlas the special punishment of holding up the sky.

When Jupiter and Juno were wed, Terra gave the queen fruited branches. With these, Juno planted a large tree in a garden near where Atlas held the sky. This tree grew golden apples that hung off his branches, that was said to give the eater of one immortality. As a punishment for being daughters of Atlas, the Hesperides were forced to watch over the tree. To be sure that the Hesperides would do as they were assigned to do, Juno created the multi headed dragon Ladon to watch them.

Another daughter of Atlas was the beautiful Calypso. Her mother was the wife to Oceanus, Tethys. The minor goddess was said to have light brown hair, a beautiful pair of brown eyes, and peach toned skin. Jupiter ordered that she would stay on Ogygia for eternity, but she would be sent a visitor every few years for company. The Fates found this amusing, so they decided that every visitor that was sent to her, she would fall in love with. The visitor however, would not be able to return this love, so they would always leave.

The next page was a full body portrait of this Calypso, and true to the book she was beautiful. She wore a simple white dress that hung barely above her knees, that was fastened tightly with a brown leather belt on her waist. She had lips that were wide and plump, and were a very nice tone of pink. She wore a wreath of white flowers atop her head, and her light brown hair was braided and hung over her left shoulder. Her nose was upturned a bit, giving her a regal look. The minor goddess had high cheekbones, but not so high that made her look malnourished. She had a light array of freckles that ran along the bridge of her nose, and travelled their way to her cheeks. She looked a bit older than Perseus, but still very young. The son of Oceanus found himself staring at the picture, and rubbing his fingers along the page.

"Close your mouth, I don't want slobber all over my books," said Apollo as he walked into his library.

Perseus closed his mouth and showed the god the cover of the book he reading. "Where is Ogygia?"

The god raised an eyebrow. "In the middle of nowhere, somewhere where mortals can never go. Why?"

"But I'm not a mortal," Perseus said ignoring Apollo's question. "I'm the son of Oceanus and Hestia, I should be a god. Like you!"

"It's a lot more complicated than that."

Perseus walked up to Apollo and grinned happily. "Then explain it to me."

Apollo sighed. "If I am going to tell you this, your mother should at least be present." Without warning, Apollo vanished out of existence.

A few moments later, he reappeared with Vesta. The goddess cried out in happiness when she saw her son, and gave him a large hug. Perseus gave her a large hug in return.

Now that the two were together, I now realized how much Perseus looked like his mother. While the child had the hair and eyes of Oceanus, the facial features was thanks to Hestia. Perseus, like his mother had a round small nose, a skinny face, low cheekbones, and a strong jawline.

When the two separated, Vesta looked at her nephew. "What is it that you need from me Apollo? This Roman form of mine is causing me unwanted distress."

Apollo smiled. "Well, your son has asked me why he is not a god, for he is the son of a goddess and titan."

Vesta looked shocked by what Apollo had said. "I suppose it was going to come soon enough."

So it was then when Perseus's mother explained everything to her son. She explained how she and her father had met, the duty that I had bestowed upon him, and how he would not be a god until he was able to defeat the gods. It was a lot for Perseus to soak in, so the child sat in silence for many minutes. "I am to destroy all the gods?"

"No, only the Olympians and the other deities who have committed horrible crimes," said Vesta.

"But, how am I to destroy them? They are gods, they are immortal."

Vesta sighed as she hugged her son again. "We do not yet know. You may not even be able to kill them, perhaps only imprison them like we did the Titans."

Perseus smiled. "I do not have an easy road ahead."

"We all have a path to take in life. Yours is to be the bumpiest and most dangerous one ever taken. But I know you will do it. There will be me, Apollo, and Chaos to help along the way. You will not face this road alone, I will promise you that."

Perseus hugged his mother once again, and they stayed embraced, gods knew how long.

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Perseus pulled the arrow back, much easier than he did on his first day of training. He breathed slowly, in and out, and let go of the arrow. It flew across the room, and landed about an inch from the bullseye.

"You have shown much improvement in these three months Perseus. However, it's not good enough. My father and uncles grow stronger by the day, so I will accept nothing but perfection. Now, nock another arrow, bane of Olympus," ordered Apollo.

Over the past few months, Perseus had improved tremendously in archery and swordfighting. The boy's stamina had increases as well, proven by the fact he could now jog 10 miles in a single run without stopping. The son of Oceanus had also gained a good amount of muscle, particularly in the bicep and tricep areas of his arms, as well as his calves and thighs. The boy had also lost almost all his body fat, but still had a bit of baby fat in his cheeks. He had also grown an inch, now at a height of about five foot one.

The Roman people did not simply ignore the coming of Perseus, for many war generals contacted Apollo asking if he would like his nephew to be trained like a warrior. The god kindly refused all of them, saying that his training was doing quite well.

Many lords also came to Apollo, asking if Perseus would like to marry one of their daughters, no doubt wanting to be apart of the Roman Duke's family. Apollo didn't even give them the chance to see Perseus, saying that he was still a boy and could not handle a wife at this point.

One day when Perseus came back to Apollo's quarters, the god said to the boy, "I have a special mission for you. You will go hunting for the Ophiotaurus."

Perseus raised eyebrow. "What is this Ophiotaurus?"

"It is a half cow, half sea serpent beast created by Chaos. When you kill it and burn its entrails, the Olympians will be weakened to a state that will allow for them to be killed just as mortals would. It first appeared during the Titanomachy, where Zeus killed it and hid the entrails. It would appear that more than one had been created, for my sister announced to the council that one of her virgin worshippers spotted one. Now, she and her hunters are after it. You will hunt it, and kill it. You will bring the entrails back to me where we will hold it until you are strong enough to battle the gods."

"You really think I will be able to find it?" Perseus asked.

Apollo shrugged. "To be honest, no. My sister and her hunt have been hunting for the better part of the century. You've learned how to use the bow and sword three months ago. I haven't even told your mother about this quest, for I know without a doubt it will fail. However, I do expect you to find this Ophiotaurus, and attempt to kill it. I'm using this journey of yours as a way to apply your skills you've learned to a real life scenario. Any other questions?" Perseus shook his head. "Very good. You will leave in a week's time to Sicily, where the virgin said she spotted the Ophiotaurus. I will give you this week off, but I still expect you not to be sitting in bed the whole day. Understood?"

So for the next week, Perseus spent training as well as researching the Ophiotaurus, maps of Italy, as well as survival tips in the wilderness.

A day before he was to set off on his hunt, Apollo gave Perseus a silver blade. It had a leather grip on the hilt much like Apollo's own, and engraved on the bottom of the blade was a green jade. "This blade is made of Stygian iron. It has the ability to kill monsters, as well as mortals. I have enchanted it so it can never break. It also weighs much less than regular steel swords, but still more than the wooden blade you train with. It's name is Casis." Latin for misfortune.

Perseus accepted the sword, and sheathed it into his scabbard on his waist. "Thank you Apollo."

Apollo smiled as he left Perseus's bedroom again. "That's not all I have." A few seconds later, the god entered the room again with leather clothes in one hand, as well as an ebony colored bow. "These cloaks should keep you warm at night. It is made from the finest cow in all of Rome."

Perseus took the garbs from his teacher's hands, and laid it out on his bed. It was an outfit of dark black leather. A hooded jacket and pair of pants. There was also a pair of gloves, and boots on the floor. "Thank you once again Apollo."

The god then handed the bow to Perseus. The child rubbed his hands over the exquisite dark wood, surprised to find it as smooth as glass. The bow was not the ordinary round C shape, more like a W. Perseus pulled the bowstring back, surprised to see it was a bit easier to pull back than his practice bow. The handle had smooth brown leather on it, and on the bottom and top of the handle were sharp blades used to stab enemies who got too close. The blades appeared to be made of Stygian iron as well. Apollo also gave Perseus a quiver, full of Stygian iron tipped arrows.

"This bow I made for you this week with one of Rome's best weapon smiths. It does not yet have a name, for the owner must give it one when a great achievement has been completed with it. I trust you will name it appropriately."

Perseus put the quiver on his back, and put the bow on the back part on his waist. "I will, thank you Apollo."

"Well, I'm not going to let you go into the wild with rabid, virgin hunters on the loose looking like a fool. Follow me." Perseus obliged. Once they were outside, Perseus was introduced to a large white ass. "This is Jeffrey the Ass, and he will be the one taking you to Sicily."

Perseus looked at the animal strangely. "I can't ride a horse?"

"No you can't ride a horse! Have you forgotten that Poseidon created the horses? If you were to ride one, they would contact Poseidon if they had a bad feeling about something. Never, and I mean never trust a horse. Besides, asses are great mounts. They may not move as fast as horses, but they make up for speed with stamina. An ass could ride for a dozen leagues and not need even a drop of water."

Perseus sighed and pet the mount along the bridge of his snout. "I suppose he will do fine."

"Very good! Now, go inside and rest, you have a long day tomorrow," said the god as they walked back inside.

When Perseus laid down after dinner, he prayed to his mother for good luck, then closed his eyes to go to sleep.

I spent a few days writing this chapter, so I hope you guys enjoyed it. I'm really feeling this story, and I hope you guys are to.

I may update this again before August, but I don't really know. I have to update Champion of Wisdom next, so you may not get an update for a little while.

Anyways, we have one review to go over, only one because it's pretty long and I have a lot to say about it.

Hoguie said, "I'm going to have to stop here. Your story is well written, with a small number of grammatical and spelling errors, which is very good. I just don't enjoy the way you decided to write the first part of the chapter. The slang that you used during your first part also was slightly distracting to me, as Chaos is an all-powerful being (based off of which lore you follow) during ancient times. There wouldn't be that type of terminology during ancient times, used by an ancient being. I also don't quite like how you made the fates all-powerful. If you are going to use the Chaos being the original theory, then you have to realize that that would mean that he is the Fates' grandfather, Ananke being one of his daughters. The Fates only have the power to weave their mother's whims, Ananke being the Primordial of forethought and destiny, so saying that Chaos couldn't command his daughter to tell her daughters to leave Percy alone seems like a weak plot point. Besides, there are others who are the children of Titans and Gods. Artemis and Apollo are the children of Leto, a Titaness, and Zeus, yet the Fates didn't destroy them did they? There was also a couple children between Poseidon and Gaea...so yeah.

I really enjoy the concept due to the rarity of the pairing of Hestia and Oceanus *your's being the first I've ever seen, so kudos), but it's just not my cup of tea. Good luck with all future writing."

Wow, where do I begin?

Well, first I just wanted to say I as well don't like how I used profanity so often in my earlier chapters. If any of you read my authors note in Champion of Wisdom, I said I regret doing it.

For the whole, Fates being all powerful thing, I don't understand what your getting at.

I researched a bit and I saw that the Fates are kinda a tricky thing to work with because there are so many different myths with them.

Some say that they are ruled over by no one, some say they are ruled only by Zeus, while some even say that they only work for their mother.

They are said to be the weavers of fate for mortals and gods,while Zeus can be an exception.

That's why I said that if they found that Perseus was really a god, they would order Zeus to kill him. The reason they would order Zeus, is because there is no concrete evidence that Zeus ruled over the Fates, or if the Fates ruled over Zeus. There are many different stories with the Fates, and almost none of them are the same. So I decided that the Fates would rule over Zeus.

As for the whole titan and god child situation, I answered that with this chapter.

We talked in the PM, and you said you stopped reading so I doubt you'll ever see this, but thanks anyway for your review.

One final thing I wanted to say is this will eventually be a M rating I believe. There's so much I want to do with this story, and I don't think I will be able to accomplish it in the T rating. I don't know yet, it's a possibility.

Anyways, thanks for reading, and I hope you guys have a great day. This is Soap signing off.