Hey everyone, it's Objudge1399, and this is the first chapter of the edited, plot hole free (hopefully), and better written version of "Heir to the Protogenoi" now known as "Heir to the Primordial Throne."
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June 21, 1993- Planet Nibiru home of the Primordials
In a small house in the corner of the planet Nibiru, home of the Primordials, a baby's cry was heard. In the house was a tall man with tan skin and green eyes. Lying in the bed beside him was a beautiful woman with pale skin and long black hair and red tips. Her eyes were pitch black. She was holding a baby in her arms. The baby, born just seconds before, had tufts of white hair sprouting from his head.
He opened his eyes. They were a bright sea green color with a ring of black around the pupils.
"He's so cute" the woman murmured. The man smiled. "He's going to be a heart breaker when he gets older" he said. The woman tried to glare at the man but was much too tired. Pregnancy took a lot out of a woman, primordial or not. "He better not be"she said. The man chuckled.
"His hair" the man said. "Why is it white?"
"The woman just shrugged. "I honestly have no clue. Maybe from his uncle Ouranus?"
"I hope not. That would mean that he inherited traits from his other relatives. And that would not be good at all."
Nyx, the Primordial of Night and Pontus, the Primordial of the seas looked lovingly down at their son.
"What will his name be?" Pontus asked. Nyx seemed to think about it for a couple seconds. "Perseus. Perseus will be his name. He will be my little destroyer." Nyx tickled Perseus' stomach and he let out a few happy gurgles. Pontus smiled.
"What about Erebus?" Pontus asked. "He will try to kill the child." A look of disgust came on Nyx's face at the mention of her husband.
"I know where we can send him. We will send him to Earth. We can ask Gaea and Tartarus to protect him there. Even if he finds out that Percy is there, which he likely won't since he never goes there, I doubt he would try anything with Gaea and Tartarus there."
Pontus nodded sadly. "If it is the only way, it shall happen."
Nyx kissed her baby on the head. "We will hide him for as long as possible. When his aura becomes strong enough for Erebus to notice, we will send him to Earth. I just want to spend as much time with him as possible." Nyx gave Perseus to Pontus to hold. "Now I must sleep. I need to regain as much energy as possible just in case my dear husband tries anything." Nyx fell asleep as Pontus played with Perseus for a little while before he lay down next to Nyx with Percy between them. All of them drifted off to sleep.
Eight years later, still in Nibiru
Pontus, the Primordial of the seas, and Nyx the Primordial of Night, were currently sitting solemnly in silence, waiting for their eight year old son Percy to come out from his room. The boy appeared at the top of the stairwell and descended the stairs into the living room where he sat on the couch opposite his parents and waited for them to talk.
The boy was extremely tall for a eight year old. He was already 4"7 inches. About a week after he was born, his hair had suddenly and unexpectedly changed to black. The hair was a mess, no matter how much Nyx tried to tame it.
Nyx and Pontus had tried to train Percy as much as possible before sending him to Earth so that he could be safe from Erebus. It turns out that that wasn't much of a problem. From the time he was three, Percy was fascinated by weapons. When he was three, Pontus had barely stopped him from taking off his own head with a giant axe twice his weight. By the time he was five he was fighting with swords twice his weight. His favorite weapons were the sword, hunting knives, and the bow and arrow. He was real good with those three weapons. He was good with almost all the other weapons, though. You could just hand him anything to fight with and he would probably win the fight, if he was fighting someone closer to his age, of course. He still couldn't last longer than a couple minutes against his father.
"Percy?" Pontus said. Percy looked up at him. "Yes father?"he answered.
"You know what time it is" Pontus said. Percy nodded sadly. Nyx's eyes were already wet. "Chaos has agreed to open a portal for you so that you can go straight to Earth from here. First, though, I have a couple of gifts for you." Percy's eyes widened. Pontus went upstairs and came back down a couple of minutes later with three packages.
"These, my son, are for you." Percy hopped off the couch and snatched the packages from his father and hopped back on the couch. Percy immediately began ripping open the first package. It was a sword. The sword was three and a half feet long, almost as tall as Percy. The hilt was silver and the blade itself was made from Chaos steel, the strongest substance in the Universe.
"You like it?" Pontus asked, looking nervous when Percy didn't say anything. Instead of answering, Percy bounded over to Pontus and gave him a hug. "Are you crazy? I love it!" Pontus smiled. "Go on open your other ones." Percy ran back to the couch and ripped open his second package. He gasped. It was a pair of hunting knives. They were about two feet long and they were completely celestial bronze.
When Percy spun them in his hand, though, they suddenly elongated until they were each three feet long. Percy grinned up at his parents. "These are awesome" he said. Nyx laughed. "You still have one more present to open."
Percy tore open the last one to reveal a beautiful bow. The grip was made of smooth wood and it was black with streaks of red in it. "That's from your mother" Pontus said.
"It's beautiful." Nyx smiled. Pontus snapped his fingers and all the weapons transformed into everyday items. The knives became gold bracelets, the sword became a pen, and the bow became a necklace. Percy grinned at his father but it quickly disappeared when Pontus spoke.
"Remember that these weapons cannot be used on mortals. The metal that they are made from has no effect on them. Also, you will not see us for a very long time after this. Please be careful. Remember, you will not become immortal until you're sixteen. Try not to die until then." Percy laughed. "I will be careful dad, I promise."
"We have to send you to and orphanage on Earth. Hopefully a clear sighted mortal or a demigod will pick you up" Nyx said. "I pray to Chaos that we will see you again." Tears suddenly formed in Percy's eyes.
"Bye mom" he said.
Percy walked over to his mother and gave her one last hug. Then he hugged his father. He put on his bracelets, pocketed his pen, and wore his necklace.
"Come" Nyx said, "It's time to go to Chaos for your portal." Nyx took Percy's hand and flashed to Chaos' temple in the middle of Nibiru.
"Lord Chaos" Nyx said, bowing, "here is my son." Percy, on the other hand, didn't bow.
"Percy" Nyx hissed.
"It's okay" Chaos said, waving his hand casually. "Before I open the portal, I have some people who want to meet young Perseus." Chaos waved his hand and a door on the right wall opened, revealing four primordial. They were Ouranus, Eros, Chronos, and Tartarus. All walked into the room and looked over at Chaos. "Go on" he said.
Chronos stepped forward in the form of and old man, which was his usual form.
"Perseus" he said. "We are here to bless you. We have no wish for Erebus to destroy you and we cannot stop him because as primordials, we swore to never fight one another. That's why we'll bless you." Percy said nothing. Chronos looked up at Nyx.
"How will we do this without hurting him?"
Chaos said,"I know. I did this before for Aether once, when he asked me to. Hold out your hands and shoot out your blessings." They complied, and all shot out different colored beams of light from their palms. The beams combined to form a multicolored ball in the middle of the room. The ball floated over to Chaos, who took it in his palm. He summoned a drinking glass and stuffed the ball into the glass. The ball swirled and swirled in the glass. It changed shape and form until it was liquid. Then Chaos handed the glass to Percy, who drank it without asking any questions. He began to glow different colors for a good three minutes before finally, he returned to normal.
"What happened" he asked. Nyx laughed, then quickly stopped, remembering that this was the last time she'd see her son for years.
"Hurry, before Erebus can come and ruin everything" Chaos said. You see, though no one liked Erebus, he was still a Primordial and lived on Nibiru. The only people that didn't have a problem with Erebus were Ananke, Phanes, and Aion. Why did no one like him? Well for one, he was a scumbag who slept with a mortal woman three days after marrying Nyx. He murdered all of Nyx's lovers brutally, and he forced her to comply with whichever way he voted when the Primordial council had a vote. Plus, him, Phanes and Aion acted like they ran the Primordial council whenever Chaos wasn't around. And almost everyone was pretty sure that Erebus was having an affair with Ananke. His hypocrisy, cruelty and disgusting actions caused nearly every one who wasn't aligned with him dislike him.
Anyways, Chaos opened the portal and ushered Percy through. Percy gave his mother one last hug before hopping through the portal.
"Good luck" Nyx whispered as the portal closed.
A few months later
"Get up you little shit!" came a yell from the staircase of 'Love for Kids orphanage' in New York. Percy rolled out of the little cot he slept in. 'Love for kids? More like love for beating kids' Percy thought as he dragged himself down the stairs, ready for a day of work and whippings. As soon as he got downstairs he was forcefully dragged and placed in line with the other kids from the orphanage.
"I can walk you know" Percy muttered under his breath.
"What was that?" the caretaker asked. "Did you say something you little runt."
"I didn't say anything sir" Percy responded. It was three months after coming to the Earth and Percy's life was horrible. At first, like the first two days, everyone was nice. But then, Percy started getting pushed around by the oldest and biggest kid there, a goon named Larry, and once everybody saw who Larry was picking on, they picked on him, too. It didn't help that Percy had a really smart mouth. The caretaker was even worse than Larry, though. He always gave Percy the most work because he knew Percy couldn't do it all. Then, when Percy didn't finish the work, he'd have an excuse to beat him. It was really disgusting.
Percy knew he could beat the crap out of everybody in the orphanage, and it would give him great pleasure to do so, but if he did that then there was no chance he would get adopted. The orphanage would most likely send him to a boarding school for "troubled kids" or some bullshit like that, and Percy would much rather wait and get adopted then spend the rest of his childhood at a troubled school.
Percy constantly got jumped by the other orphanage kids, who followed behind Larry like sheep. Percy tried to hold back his anger but sometimes, it got the best of him, like water pipes bursting or a violent gust of wind almost blowing a kid out of the window.
Sometimes, Percy would have short conversations with his mother and father in his mind, never longer than 5-10 minutes because they didn't want to risk Erebus finding his location. Nyx knew of the treatment Percy was receiving and was livid, but she commended him for keeping his cool and during their last conversation a few night ago, she assured him that a solution would come soon.
Anyways, all the kids were lined up because today, a couple was coming to adopt a child from the orphanage.
"I need you on your best behavior today so no fighting and no smart comments" the caretaker said, glaring pointedly at Percy. "All of you get to work right now and I don't want to see your faces until afternoon. Get out of my sight!" The kids scrambled back to work. Percy trudged upstairs to the bathroom. It was a Wednesday so he knew it was him that had to scrub every inch of the stupid place. The kids made it extra dirty, too. They peed on the floor, intentionally "missed" when they were taking a shit, they threw up on the bathroom floor, anything to make it as dirty as possible.
'If I was mortal I'd probably have a ridiculous amount of diseases right now' Percy thought as he got on his knees and began scrubbing the bathroom floor. Unfortunately, at that moment, Larry and his three friends came in.
"Oh would you look who it is, the garbage boy" Larry taunted. Percy didn't respond. "Hey look at me when I'm talking to you, you freak." Percy ignored him.
"HEY" Larry yelled. He punched Percy in the back of the head. Percy's head banged almost banged off of the cold floor. He sat up and looked at Larry.
"What the fuck do you want" he said. Larry laughed, showing off his yellow, rotten teeth. "I want you to get adopted today, that's what I want. You stupid brat. So you better behave or I'll skin you alive."
"You know, it's better to let people think you're an idiot than opening your mouth and proving it" Percy said. "Do you know how stupid you just sounded? Why would you want me to- You know what, I'm not going to entertain your foolishness. Keep talking maybe someday you'll say something intelligent." Percy went back to scrubbing the floor. Larry's face reddened in anger.
"Listen punk, I don't know who you think you're talking to but I like it here. I never want to get adopted. They keep me well fed."
"That's clear" Percy muttered under his breath. "You're heavier than a hippopotamus." Larry's face somehow got even redder.
"Never know when to shut that smart mouth of yours up, huh? Don't worry, we'll shut it up for you." Larry's cronies grinned. They started to walk forward and one of them grabbed Percy's arm. Before he could do anything, though, the caretaker came in.
"Hey, the foster parents are her. Get your sorry asses down here and try to look clean" he said. Larry glared at Percy and then lumbered out the door his pals right behind him.
Twenty minutes later in the main room
All the kids were lined up waiting for the foster parents to walk in. A couple minutes later, in came the caretaker with a short, young, beautiful lady and a older, fat, hairy man.
"Kids, here are the two parents that one of you kids will have. Sally Jackson and Gabe Ugliano. They aren't married yet but they are engaged. And they will be one of you kid's foster parents." The Jackson lady stepped forward and began looking at each kid. Her eyes traveled over each child but they noticeably stopped on Percy for a couple more seconds than any other kid.
After looking at each kid, Sally and Gabe went over to the caretaker and talked to him for a couple minutes. Then, Percy was motioned over to the group. Percy couldn't believe it! He was actually going to be adopted and get out of this hellhole! Win-win situation!
"These kind people have agreed to adopt you. Go pack up your stuff while they do the paperwork. Be back here in less then five minutes. Go" the caretaker said. Percy scrambled to get upstairs as fast as he could and pack his belongings which consisted of one pair of pants and a shirt. He raced back downstairs and ignored the jealous looks of some of the other kids.
"I'm ready" he said breathlessly when he arrived back downstairs. Sally held out her hand and he took it.
"Did you say goodbye to all of your friends" she asked.
"I don't have any" was the short response.
Two months later
Percy was definitely beginning to regret allowing himself to be adopted. It was jumping from the frying pan into the fire. Gabe was, much like the people at the orphanage, nice to Percy for two to three days. Then the insults started. Stupid, brain boy, good for nothing, brat, freak, e.t.c. Then the actual abuse started. Gabe started punching him in the face, beating him with pans, and the worst one of all, cutting him with knives. Gabe would slash him all over his body, then promise to kill him if he uttered a word to his mother.
It had been going on like this for two months before finally, Gabe snapped.
Percy was coming back from his new school, ready to tell his mother all about it. But when he got home, she wasn't there.
"Where's mom?" he asked. Gabe sneered at him from his poker game. "She had to work late. Where's my money, brat." Percy sighed and pulled out twenty dollars from his pocket. Gabe walked over, snatched it out of his hand, and went back to his poker game. "I hope you lose you fucking walrus" Percy muttered under his breath.
"What was that?" Gabe said standing up. His friends quickly got up and left. They weren't the nicest of people but even they didn't want to stick around when someone was torturing a kid. Now it was just Percy and Gabe. Just how Gabe liked it. From his pocket, he pulled out a long knife. "What was that you just said, punk?"
Percy clenched his fist and took a step back.
"Answer my question" Gabe said. Percy started to breathe heavily, trying to control his anger. Just when it seemed like he was about to explode, the house door banged open and revealed Sally Jackson standing in the doorway.
"What the HELL is going on here?!" she shouted, looking from the knife in Gabe's hand to Percy. "What have you been doing to my son?! I am calling the police!" She reached in her purse for her phone but before she could dial anyone, Gabe ran at her and drove his knife right through her heart.
There was dead silence as Percy watched his adopted mother's body fall and hit the ground, almost in slow motion. Gabe staggered backwards, blood dripping from the knife. Even he looked stunned at what he had just done. Percy was too shocked to even move. He just stared at Sally's body, un-moving, on the ground.
Gabe seemed to be wrestling with himself for a minute before walking towards Percy, knife raised. Percy stumbled backwards until his back hit the wall. Then, as Gabe raised the already bloody knife, Percy let out a scream and a flash of red light blinded him.
All of a sudden, there was a loud, shrill scream from right in front of Percy. A startled Percy scrambled away from the sound but when he did, he tripped over his own feet and fell forward, banging his head on the edge of the sink, hard. Dazed and confused, Percy slowly sunk into unconsciousness.
Line break
Percy woke up to a horrible smell. He sat up and looked around him. He was in the living room of his house. 'Okay' he thought. But why were the walls so red? And what in the world was that horrible smell? He stood up and looked down, but what he saw almost made him throw up. It was the corpse of Gabe Ugliano. But it didn't look like a regular corpse. It's head was lying on the other side of the room, it's arms were mangled and looked like they had been torn right off of his body, and worst of all, he looked like he had been sliced in half, directly down the middle.
Percy leaned over and threw up right on the corpse, making it look even worse. Then he stood back up and wiped his mouth.
'So it wasn't all a dream' he thought. 'Gabe really did kill my mom. But who killed Gabe, then?'He looked around the room. Then he looked at the walls. That wasn't paint on the walls. He touched the sticky substance and immediately stepped away from the walls. No doubt that was blood.
Percy threw up again, this time on the floor.
'Who did all of this?' he thought. He stumbled upstairs and washed the blood off of his body.
He then went back to the living room and kneeled over his mother's body.
"Mom, if you can hear me, please, make sure she goes to Elysium. Make sure she goes where she deserves." Nyx must've heard him because a couple of seconds later, Sally Jackson's body disappeared in a black and red flash. Percy stood up. and kicked Gabe's head to the other side of the room.
'Let the cops come and do whatever they want with him' he thought. 'I don't care.' Percy went up to his room and put on a clean pair of pants and a clean shirt along with a clean pair of Nike sneakers. He quietly slipped out of the building without anyone noticing and started walking down the street. No one paid any attention to the little kid wandering around the streets of New York by himself.
Percy wandered around for over a week, sleeping in alleys. He used the ten dollars that he didn't give to Gabe on food but eventually, he ran out. He wasn't even sure if he was still in New York City now. He could be in upsate New York for all he knew. Now he was wandering around and he realized that there were less and less people around. His surroundings were starting to look more and more wild. There were trees all around him and he hadn't seen a person in a few hours.
'Where am I?' he asked himself. Before he could decide what to do, a silver arrow struck the tree next to him.
"Do not make a single move, boy, or you die."
