A/N: Please tell me what name you want Percy to have when he meets people he knew before. I'll use all of your input as inspiration for the name. This chapter is more of a filler, so therefore smaller, but it still has some important stuff to set up the next part of the story. Hope you enjoy and thanks for the help.

Disclaimer: Rick's people but my plot

Training Day

(Nighttime)

(Percy)

So that's what I decided to do. To train and train some more until I was ready for anything.

It all began after my meeting with Apollo. Once he left, I assessed my situation and I decided that Yellowstone actually did make a perfect spot to train. It was far enough removed from every place of importance in the demigod world that no one would sense me and it was secluded enough that the authorities in the main world wouldn't care either, but on the other hand it was also big enough to give me the proper challenges and space I needed.

Then once I decided I would stay here, I needed to assess the rest of the situation. That started with my own body. My sprained ankle was basically healed, but I could still tell it wasn't at 100%. My shoulder was similar. It was still in pain every time I moved it from the fights with the Titans, but it was also still just a matter of time before it was back to normal. I also had scratches everywhere, including a rather lengthy scar on my cheek, but they were all minor flesh wounds. I would have a lot of scars, but over time most of them would fade. Overall, my body wasn't in terrible shape, it was my mind that had taken the brunt of the tole. The nightmares of Tartarus will haunt me for the rest of my life, but that too wasn't my biggest concern. The thought of what's to come in my life is enough to put me on the brink of despair. I've already had a more terrible life than anyone I know, but from all indications it will get a whole lot worse before it gets any better.

After assessing my bodily situation, and taking a count of my injuries, I took the chance to assess my equipment. I took off Hades' armour and I got a chance to finally discover all of it's secrets. I thought I knew them all from before, but now that I was on the surface I noticed two new pocket on the inside. When I opened the first one American money poured out of it. Then I opened the next one, and out poured golden drachmas. I guess the pockets weren't there in Tartarus because I had no need for money, but now that I do thank the gods I got this armour. The god of riches was really looking after me on this one. Once I was done with looking through it, I put it back on and shifted it from armour to jet black civilian clothing before moving on.

After putting my armour back on, I took out my weapons. The first one I analyzed was my newest one, the bow. It was beautiful in my hands. A solid, gold colored, compound bow that I could already tell was perfectly adjusted to my height and weight without a second thought. It was beautiful, but I knew I would have to change it. The gold would stand out like a sore thumb, and it would expose Apollo as my ally. To remedy that problem, I manipulated its color. I dulled the gold until it was a dark coppery color. I also knew I couldn't just walk around all day with a bow in my hands, so I transformed it like my armour into a gold chain. Then I put it around my neck. The next weapon I took out was Riptide. My baby was as beautiful as ever, but I knew I wouldn't be able to use it in combat for a while. If anyone I came upon recognized the weapon, they would immediately recognize me in turn. Not a very good idea if I want to remain anonymous, so I put it back in my pocket. Finally, I took out my last weapon. Kronos' Scythe. Ever since I'd won the fight against him, I hadn't really known what to do with it so I'd transformed it into a wristband. The wristband itself was actually pretty cool. It was half silver and half gold. All I had to do was touch it and think about deploying it and Backbiter came bursting out ready for a fight. It's power was unlike anything I had ever wielded before and that scared me. Then, I transformed it into its original Scythe form and the thing went up into a whole new stratosphere of power. In fear of the power, I quickly transformed it back into a wristband and put it back on. I immediately decided I wouldn't use it at all up here in the real world, but I had a sinking suspicion that I would be needing it eventually, so I decided to keep wearing it for now.

Once everything was back on and I was ready to find a place to stay for the rest of the night, I took one last look at myself. I was actually looking pretty fly. My body looked rugged and fit. The jet black civilian clothes gave me a slick no nonsense look, and the weapons in the form of the chain and wristband added the flair I needed to contrast the black clothes.

About 30 minutes later, on the outskirts of the park I found a small motel. Using the seemingly endless supply of cash, I bought a room and I slept on a bed. It would be the first time and last time in a while, because tomorrow my training begins.

(1 Year Later)

(Percy)

The training began that very next day. I went to an outdoors store the next day to get some supplies like a tent and some food to eat until I learned how to hunt, but I decided that for everything else I needed to learn how to do it myself.

It was a difficult challenge and definitely a grind, but It was worth it because I was able to improve all of the skills I need to defeat Nyx. I trained extra hard because I knew if I took one day off that could be the difference between life and death.

Every morning, I would wake up at 6 am sharp where I would immediately get up and work on my conditioning. It would begin with a 10 mile run that got longer as I got better. It was hard for a couple of weeks, but as I improved my conditioning it became a breeze. Then every morning after my run, I would work on my athleticism by running an obstacle course I set up along with some additional calisthenics.

After my morning run, I would walk through the woods the collect my breakfast from various traps I set up. For the first couple of weeks, I ate from the food I bought, but as I began to run out I needed to figure out how to trap small animals. I failed miserably the first couple of times, but once I started to get a better hand for building effective traps, I would pretty much catch at least one small animal every night.

Today I was lucky, and I ended up catching two rabbits. I was going to have a great breakfast!

Once I retrieved breakfast, I would reset the trap and head back to camp.

Camp was actually a pretty nice place. I had found a secluded place at the corner of Yellowstone pretty far off the beaten path, but as it turns out it was still perfectly suitable for all my was a flat valley area of about 100 square yards that was hidden on one side by a rocky mountain wall, and the other side by a small creek. The rest was completely surrounded by thick woods. It was perfect because it gave me freshwater, firewood, seclusion, and a big enough area for a shooting range to practice my archery.

Back at camp I would get a fire started, then prepare the meat, and get some water where I would make a small stew.

After breakfast, I did archery training. It was miserable all summer. I couldn't even hit the target for the first month. It took that whole summer and almost four hours of practice a day to get there, but by the time fall hit I was at least hitting the target every time. That fall was when it really started to take off for me. By Christmas time, I was hitting at or right near the bullseye from a still position every time. It was the most dedication I had ever put into anything in my life, and as a result I had succeeded in teaching myself how to shoot a bow. That wasn't enough though, I needed to become a master. So that's what I did. I put myself to the test every day for the next 6 months up until the present day. I would try different angles, different distances, different rates of fire, and most importantly during different movements. By summer, I was as good if not better than the hunters of Artemis. Given the chance I might be an equal of Apollo himself.

That training went until lunch. For lunch, I would eat leftovers from dinner the night before and from the morning's breakfast.

After lunch, I would begin my combat training. I knew I wouldn't be able to use my swords up here, but I still needed to be in peak physical condition using them because I will definitely be using them in the war against Nyx. Every afternoon I would start by training with a sword. Then I would work sword and shield exercises. After that I would practice dual sword techniques. Finally, I would work my hand-to-hand combat skills. I was basically in the best shape of my life, don't mean to brag, and it felt really good. I felt like I could win a fight against anyone. Obviously, Nyx and her family of allies was a different story, but I could tell I was close. I just felt more powerful than I ever had before. I was still no god, but it would definitely be a good fight if I fought one.

With combat training out of the way, I would need dinner. For my dinners I would go on the hunt. Every night, I would work on my stalking skills as I would search for and hunt down numerous animals. It was a tough ask when I wasn't that good with a bow and I didn't know how to travel stealthily, but I was able to survive until I improved. It may have took some time, but by the present I have also become a great tracker with pretty good stealth skills. I was never going to be a ninja, but I was no slouch. I had successfully tracked and hunted deer, elk, moose, bears, and a boar among other things.

I was actually surprised that in all my hunts, I didn't come upon any monsters. I thought that I would give out a powerful stench that would attract them, but apparently I was wrong. I was far away from society anyway so that might be the reason, but I had another sinking suspicion why they weren't. They were either focusing on other weak points or they were gathering for something big. Despite the lack of attempts to attack me, I was always on the lookout when I went on a hunt.

After a successful hunt that would be my dinner for the night and it would be my lunch for the next day.

This cycle repeated itself until today. The first day of summer, and I knew I was ready to leave Yellowstone. I had completed my training, and it was time. It was time to help people and put myself to the test.

After finishing a nice venison dinner, I packed up the camp and I erased all evidence I had ever been here and I went to bed for one last time before beginning my departure to start my quest.

My first mission? Track the hunt, access their records, and find out what I missed in my three years away from Olympian politics.