THIS DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. L IT ALL BELONGS TO RICK RIORDAN.

~PRINCE OF OLUMPUS~

SIX YEAR OLD PERCY JACKSON blocked, dodged, and slashed at the skeletons in front of him, moving so fast that it was hard to see him because he was a blur, killing the monsters, skeletons, and alike.

Ares was his last opponent, but he was hardly worried. Percy had beaten Ares at the age of five, which Ares had not really been happy about, but Percy already surpass most of his teachers, so Ares let it pass.

Ares twirled his sword in his hands, observing the small boy before him, smiling innocently at him. Ares knew better, Percy was a little monster with the face of an angel, or as Aphrodite said. Ares still remembered that time when somehow all of his weapons- which by the way, were his babies- were gone. Ares had cried for two minutes before he had started to hunt them down.

Or that time when someone had put honey in his underwear. That stuff was sticky, and it really was a pain in the ass.

Ares knew that his underwear was not suppose to stick to his-

Percy broke in to his thoughts as he swung his sword- Riptide- at his thoughts. At the last second, Ares was able to recover his footing, and block Percy's blow.

And so the real training had started.

Ares had thousands years of life, that was much too obvious, but Percy was taught by the goddesses of wisdom and battle strategy, (A/N: Did I get that right? Ahrgh, I'm too lazy to check) and he could beat her at chess, so when Percy fought, it was impossible to tell his game till he had you corner, you sword less, and his sword at your undefended chest.

Damn you, Athena, Ares thought, barely missing the dangerously close swung of Percy's sword. Percy was making him block at a very fast rate, everywhere, his chest, his head, his legs, his arms…everywhere.

Percy let out a long breath, making Ares smirk.

So the little punk was tired huh?

Ares raised his sword, aiming for the punk's knee's, but it didn't work out that way. As Ares quickly lowered his sword, Riptide came down, slicing his skin, and then Percy's small leg, kicking away Ares' sword away, taking advantage of Ares's weak moment.

Percy's word was directly in his chest, and in the little monster's face, a smug smirk.

Ares wanted to punch him, but knew that Percy had won fair and square. Plus, everyone would kill him if he killed the little punk.

Ares glared at him. "Good job, punk," he said, pushing away the sword, and messing up his hair. "How'd you know I would go for the knees?"

Percy grinned, that 'I'm to no good grin' he learn from grin irritated Ares to no end. "You would have liked to weaken your opponent first, pay with him, to humiliate him, savoring the victory. You're always like that, Ares."

He frown at the punk. "Athena has got to stop teaching you such a big words, punk."

Speaking of the devil, and the devil shall appeared. Athena moved away from the doors she had been watching, smiling at the small boy, who gave her a cheeky grin.

"He is right, Ares," Athena said, giving him her 'I'm smarted than you' face. "You are far too predictable."

He sneer at her. "And you're an annoying 'I-Think-I-Know-It-All."

Her eyes narrowed. "I don't think so, I know so."

"See, there you go again," he said. "You-"

"I can't let you finish," Percy said, stepping between them.

Athena smiled smugly at Ares.

"Traitor," Ares sneered.

Percy just smirked. "I can't let you keep flirting with Dad's future wife. I mean, he will get jealous if he finds out!"

They stared at him in horror, then at each other, then back at him.

"EEEEEEEEWWWWWWWW!" They both scream.

"Where did you get I was flirting with that?" Ares scream, shuddering in disgust. "I have Aphrodite!"

"Where did you get I am going to be POSEDIDON'S FUTURE WIFE?" Athena screamed.

Percy's head tilted to the side, studying her. "Out of all I said, I am surprise you only got that." He patted her arm. "Your still in denial, huh."

And then he took off running, laughing as he went.

"PERCY JACKSON! GET BACK HERE!" Athena's scream was heard all over the Olympus.

Apollo raised his eyebrows, daring the little monster in front of him to do better then him.

Apollo had shoot the Miniature straight in the forehead, and the monster' mini piece of M&M's sizes brain. The monster had dissolved instantly.

Seven year old Percy Jackson rolled his eyes,-to used to his cousin's immature behavior- turning to Artemis, who had been leaning against the flag pole. She nodded at him as the next monster began to charge,which just happen to be the Chimera. With an annoyed sigh, Percy raised the bow, and lazily released the string, causing the silver-gold arrow to fly straight through the Chimera's head. The arrow never hit the floor, instead it got stuck in the tree that had been directly behind the Chimera.

Artemis grinned smugly while Apollo rolled his eyes.

"I don't understand the need of me practicing this," Percy said, leaning back against the nearest tree to him, bored already. "It's not like if I don't practice, I'm going to go out of shape."

Apollo rolled his eyes again. "Because, kid, it's part of your training."

Percy frown at him. "I don't get that," he said, frustrated for not the first time. "All of you always tell me I'm 'training' but for what I don't understand. It's not like there's anything I need protecting from - besides the monster, but Uncle Had would never send monster against me, or anyone else for that matter- and I never leave Olympus!"

The Twin Archers shared a look, which was not missed by the small eight year old boy.

"What?" He asked, irritated again. He hated it when they did that. It always made him feel like they were hiding some very, very important something.

"Your training for when we make you a god," Apollo lied smoothly. Sometimes hanging around Hermes, the god of thieves, really had it's advantages.

"And when is this going to happen again?"

"When your older," Artemis said, closing the matter. "I want you to take twelve trees with one arrow, Percy."

After two tries, Percy manage to drive enough strength to the arrow to make it take out twelve trees with one arrow.

"Try running across the lines-" she pointed to a pair of straight, thin, silvery line that ran across garden atop of the trees, "and try killing as much monsters as you can."

Forty dead skeleton soldiers rose from the ground -Hades always knew when Percy had class, and he send out his minions to help out, like Zeus, and Poseidon did- and lined up around the line.
Percy gave Artemis a cute smirk before he placed the bow on his back, and began climbing the tree very fast. No less then 30 seconds later, the kid was on top of the tree, blazing on the branches.
It was lucky he was balanced. If he fell, he would probably die, and even Apollo's magic would not save him. The trees were around seventy feet high- about a real god's form- and the ground looked very far.

It was a good thing Uncle Z would never hurt me, he thought dryly. Otherwise, I would have fallen off, and I would become a human pancake. Then, Artemis's wolfs would eat me.

Percy stood at full height, taking a soft, but firm step forward. It was as he suspected, the line was just a string, a very strong string, but if he had not balance, he would become a Pancake Percy Special.

Taking the bow that was strapped to his back, he took a step forward slowly, testing the waters. The string held again, which Percy took as a very good sign. With that assurance, Percy adjusted his bow so that it fit conformable in his hands. It had been a second birthday present from the Archer Twins.

Probably the only time they work together, Percy thought, amused.

With a deep breath, Percy smoothly, effortlessly, started to ran. One foot in front of the other, like a sort of rhythm, otherwise, he would fall, he reminded himself. And he thought it was going to be easy, just running, and shooting the motionless skeletons.

It wasn't like that.

The moment he began running, the skeletons did too. They moved from side to side, some twirled, some jumped, some even did gymnastics!

They're skeletons, gods! Why in the gods name would they need to know gymnastics? Percy thought, a little bit peeved.

He began pulling at the string, and immediately, a silver/gold arrow appeared. He took out soldier, after soldier, but some jumped out of the way, which annoyed him slightly. He would look back, and shoot them, though.

And through all of this, he never stopped running, nor would he run back.

The Twins were waiting for him at the end, Apollo grinning while Artemis lean back against the trees.

Artemis nodded. "Good, very good."

Percy grinned at her. "You know it."

"Don't let that get to your head, kid," Apollo warn. "You don't need an ego."

Artemis rolled her eyes. "Like yours, you mean."

He narrowed his eyes back at her. "And like you don't have one, lil' sis."

"Women, true women, know their worth," she said, her chin rising slightly. "We dont' have an ego. If your good, your good. There's no denying it."

He snorted. "And you don't call that an ego?"

"Look-"

Percy cough, interrupting their annual bickering. "Are we done now? Can i go to sleep?"

Artemis shooked her head. "I said good, not excellent. You cannot go to sleep till you mane to kill everyone of those skeletons with only one shot. Understood?"

His eyes widen, now regretting interrupting the bickering. He could have escaped then! He looked at Apollo, who shook his head, holding up his hands in surrender. He turn to look back at her."But-"

Her eyes narrowed. "No buts! Now do it!"

He grumble under his breath as he turn back to the silvery strings.

"What was that?" She asked sweetly, giving him a sweet smile.

He frown at her. "Your evil."

She laugh. "It's my hobby. Now, do it."

After doing the stupid 'drill' two more times, he manege to re-kill every skeleton. All the while, he was thinking of a very evil prank for Artemis.

"Can i go to sleep now?" He asked, taking the water Apollo had offer him.

She shook her head. "Athena called. She wants you to take some test she just made. For studying, of course."

His eyes widen. "Please tell me your kidding!"

She smiled evil. "Sorry. Can't do."

"Go," Apollo said. "Before we have to deal with Artemis and Athena."

With a long sigh, the poor exhausted boy made his way to the library, where a booklet of a 'test' awaited him.

Yeah, he thought. It was a very long day.

(A/N: Hey. I hope you like it. I will write the next one, and update tomorrow because i am straying home from school :). This is just another insight. Percy isn't fully train, and he'll be even better when he grows up! Camp Half~Blood is coming in just a few chapters. Thank you all for putting up with me.) (:

~Red Rose