Chapter 3

Perseus walked wearily down the streets of New York, his trek causing him to be fatigued and hungry. He considered briefly asking Hestia for help but it would be a sign of weakness and he deserved hardship; after all he caused so much death and destruction. That's what everyone had told him the day he left.

The city of New York was alive, the din of cars, street vendors and people cut above all else and Perseus resisted the urge to cover his ears, so used to the quiet of his forest. He dug his hands into his jacket pocket clutching tightly onto a bronze pen. He hurried down the busy streets and the crowds seemed to part in his wake, many recoiling at his wild appearance. He didn't know where he was going but his body language suggested he was expecting trouble.

A large howl broke through the chatter of the city and Perseus started running in its direction; determination shone in his eyes as he gripped his pen ever tighter. He skidded into a side alley, his hard wearing boots taking the strain, and ran into the middle of a fight. A pack of hulking black wolves had surrounded a young boy, he was holding up a dustbin lid as a shield as he tried desperately to fend off the hounds.

Perseus took the opportunity whilst the hellhounds were distracted and drew closer to the monstrous beasts. He pulled out of his pocket the bronze pen which seemed to glow with faint light battling against the gloom of the alley and the fur of the hounds that seemed to drink in light. Pressing down firmly on the lid of the pen caused a beautiful bronze sword to rise out of it, Anaklumos written faintly upon it. Seizing the element of the surprise he slashed at the hound nearest to him causing it to dissolve into golden dust that shimmered in the light of the blade before falling to the ground. Taking the advantage Perseus pressed the advantage quickly cleaving off a hind leg causing the hound to turn to meet his blade as it came down, decapitating it cleanly.

The other three hell hounds quickly realised the new threat and started stalking towards Perseus, holding his sword out in front of him whilst planting himself firmly on the ground. The hellhound tensed its back legs but Perseus was ready for it when it pounced and lodged his blade in its chest. He stared into its surprised face as it crumbled to dust.

The remaining two hellhounds looked at each other and started to retreat in the direction of the boy, snarls letting rip from their mouths. They started bounding towards the young boy, who was still huddling behind his makeshift shield and anger flared in Perseus as he saw them attempting to prey upon the weak.

"ENOUGH!" He yelled and punched his fist into the ground. A large fissure began to open up in the alley and water began exploding out of it, shooting out and blasting the hellhounds away from the child causing them to slam into a crumbling brick wall. A bead of sweat dropped from Perseus' brow as the water began to form into snaking chains that wrapped around the hounds feet dragging them towards the fissure, they panicked, they howled and they pulled against their bonds but they were slowly dragged into the fissure nevertheless .A final howl signified their fall into the fissure where their essence was pulled apart by the fast moving water mains.

Perseus dropped to all fours, sweat dripping from his brow. That power had drained him physically and mentally but he forced himself up; he still had a job to do. He scanned the now wreck of an alley for the boy, he was hiding behind a dumpster; he was shaking and his knuckles were white from where he held onto his shield. Perseus began striding towards the boy, ignoring his aches and pains.

Seeing this the boy suddenly screams out "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" holding up his shield defensively.

Perseus stopped just before the boy and crouched down low, emerald eyes meeting brown.

"I'm not here to kill you; I'm here to protect you. A great woman sent me to find you and take you somewhere safe for people like us."

The sandy haired boy replied suspiciously "People like us?"

"Demi-Gods, half human and half God. One of your parents was a God or Goddess and the monsters will come to find you. I'll take you the only place that's safe. However, I shall not stay."

"Why?" the boy replied lowering his shield as he did.

Pain flashed in Perseus' eyes as he recalled past memories. "That is a story for another time but right now we need to get you to safety. Follow me I know of a place where we can be safe for the night."

True to his word the light of day was waning and darkness had begun to consume the city. The boy nodded and began to follow Perseus as he set a furious pace through the streets. Perseus paused and the young boy nearly ran into him.

"If you truly wish to know my story, then at camp you must ask about a camper named Percy Jackson but I must warn you, it is not a happy tale."

With the boy left pondering his words they once more took off into the night.

This is chapter three guys and whilst I haven't revealed yet the reason for him being abandoned I will include it in the next chapter. Once again if you're enjoying the story leave a comment as I do read them and they give me inspiration to carry on writing. Thanks guys :)