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Narrator PoV

We see history as it should be ideally untainted, except a particular missing demigod of a certain thunderhead. The Olympians merely sat by and idly watched the mortal world in arrogance as it stood in the world. They didn't prepare, and they certainly didn't warn their children. After all, why would they?

So the Ancient One decided to take a more direct approach to his solution to the gods' arrogance.

He would be reborn as a demigod while retaining certain traits that wouldn't leave himself "defenseless" within the mythical world.

Before finishing the process, he made sure to allow his reborn body access to his domains. To a certain degree, while making other preparations that the soon demigod would need to succeed.

August 18th, 1993

Perseus Jackson was born at four forty-four in the morning. During the birth, the doctors were baffled to find two pairs of wings on the boy's back; upon his face was a beautiful silver mask.

The doctors attempted to remove the wings and the mask. Still, they found it impossible as the child's skin could not be punctured by their scalpels or other cutting tools. What they found even more baffling was that there was no opening for the mouth, nose, or eyes on the mask.

The doctors could not check his blood type, so they assumed it would match the mother. They did the same for the eye color. However, when they checked the gender of the child, it was discovered that the child was gender fluid. As his body changed shape and physical appearance every ten minutes or so.

The doctors took Perseus away to an x-ray scanner to determine whether or not they would need to figure out some way to feed him. It would soon be proven irrelevant to do so, as Perseus didn't have a digestive system. Nor did he have a cardiovascular system that they could see through the x-rays.

The mother was none other than Sally Jackson. Sally is a strikingly beautiful woman with a smile as warm as a quilt and sparkling blue eyes that change color in the light. Her hair is long and brown, with a few streaks of grey. Despite the mysteriousness that surrounded her child, she decided then and there that she would always love him.

We see Sally within a relatively small apartment in Manhatten, New York, a few days later. Sally had just put Perseus to bed when a slight knock on the door. Mumbling to herself about unexpected visitor's she looked through the peephole. However, to her surprise, it was the father of her child, Poseidon, the Greek god of the sea, natural disasters, and horses.

Opening the door slightly, she whispered to Poseidon in ancient greek. "Is it just you, my love?" See, Sally's family was from Greece, and when she was young was taught both modern and ancient Greek.

Immediately Poseidon responded equally as quiet, "Of course, I made sure to hide my presence. My brothers still assume that I am holed up within my palace in Atlantis."

Sally opened the door and let Poseidon into the small apartment. Finally, away from prying ears, they resumed speaking in English.

"May I see Perseus?" Poseidon asked quietly, almost as if he expected her to refuse him.

"Of course, but be quiet; I just put him to sleep. I must warn you there are some things about him that are different than a normal child." Sally warned Poseidon.

Poseidon, obviously confused, asked with a furrowed brow, "Different? How so?"

"Perseus has two pairs of wings, one as dark as night, and the other as white as freshly fallen snow." Poseidon's eyes widened for a moment before he composed himself. Sally continued, "Upon Perseus' face is a silver mask that the doctors were unable to remove. There are no holes to breathe or eat, and the eye holes are entirely gone instead;, they are solid and cover his eyes. Also, Perseus is gender fluid, so don't be suprised."

Poseidon began to worry with each passing detail, but he knew that everything would be okay in a small part of his mind.

The two parents slowly walked across the quiet apartment to another room. The walls were blue and a soft white; Perseus was dressed in a baby's outfit that seemed to change color every few seconds.

Poseidon had a look of joy on his face as he smiled down at his child. Out of instinct, he reached down and placed a finger upon Perseus's forehead; he muttered in the godly language for a moment before his finger radiated a soft green ethereal light.

Sally looked toward Poseidon with a questioning glance before seeing the wings upon Perseus's back disappear.

"What did you do?" Sally asked, confused.

"Do not worry, my love; the wings are still there. I placed a small blessing upon him and hid his wings from the eyes of mortals at least until the mist wraps around the child. The blessing will allow him to converse with any and all sea creatures. I will see if Artemis will bless him with a bit of ability to speak to other animals."

Sally was slowly processing the information when her thoughts were broken by an enormous crack of thunder.

Poseidon looked upward and frowned. "I'm sorry, my love, I must go. Zeus had called a council meeting. I will keep people near or around you to protect both of you. Until next time my love," Poseidon spoke before leaving in a flash of light, leaving the smell of a sea breeze within the room.

Timeskip Twelve Years

Over the years, Perseus had grown to become a wonderful child, identifying as non-binary, though preferring to use pronouns such as he/him/his.

Over the years, he found that he could do many things, some ordinary and others unordinary. The first was that he could change his appearance at will; however, his mask stayed on his face at all times. He hid his wings with a little skill that he picked up randomly when he was a child. He was able to mess with reality, for example, hiding an object in plain view or extending test dates and other things.

The second was that he could make things appear out of thin air, not like magicians could, but like a simple thought, and the object fell out of the air into his hands. It made school much easier for him.

His classmates found it odd that he wore a mask. During the beginning of his sixth-grade year at Yancy academy for troubled kids, the students ridiculed him for wearing it. Well, at least they did until a group of students tried to rip it off his face during a class.

Flashback beginning of the year, Percy Pov

It was only the third Monday of the school year, and they already had a test to do.

I was sitting at my desk within my English classroom with Mrs. Falsendale. I was studying the topic of our test for Friday, it was the over the Shakespeare play Romeo and Juliet. I was taking notes in a notebook; I was writing in old cursive if you must know, when multiple shadows were cast upon my desk.

After finishing my sentence, I set my pencil down on my notebook before looking up.

Standing in front of my desk were three students. Nancy Bobofit, Thomas Dean, and a kid named Fred.

Nancy was a freckly, redheaded girl who was the closest you could get to the definition of mean.

Thomas was about half an inch taller than Fred and Nancy but looked the most handsome of the sixth-grade students. However, don't let his appearance fool you; he was sent here for the same reason all of us were. We were "troubled," and that didn't exclude him.

Fred stood there nervously as he watched Nancy and Thomas angrily stand above Perseus.

"Can I help you, Ms. Bobofit?" Perseus asked the redhead.

"Take the mask off freak!" Nancy yelled out angrily.

"I'm afraid that I am unable to do so, Ms. Bobofit as when the doctors tried to remove it at birth their scalpels broke upon contact with my skin." He replied with an unnerving amount of emotionless speech.

"I don't care if you were born with it on or not. Take it off right now or I will rip it off your face freak!" She yelled again.

"Ms. Bobofit, I already told you I cannot. If you threaten me again, you will not like the consequences." Perseus replied once again with an emotionless tone.

"Thomas, Fred, hold his arms and keep him in his seat." Nancy ordered the two boys. The two boys were hesitant to do so but did so anyway.

Nancy walked around behind Perseus before pulling his head back by his long silverish-black hair(a sign of Artemis's blessing). She placed her unoccupied hand on the bottom of his mask before attempting to pull it off his face.

However, before she could do anything, Nancy, Thomas, and Fred were pushed back by an invisible force that had knocked them out and away from him.

The rest of the students stared at Perseus with wide eyes before hesitatingly turning back to their assignment. Meanwhile, Perseus just stared at his desk, wondering what had just happened.

Flashback End

After that incident, the students had left him alone. Fortunately, he wasn't punished as the three students had awoken before the English teacher had returned.

From then on, Perseus had excelled in school. Scoring top marks on all tests and subjects.

We see our silverish-black-haired boy sitting on a yellow school bus next to his friend Grover Underwood. Grover seemed to have been held back a few years.

Perseus Pov

We were on the bus going toward the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman History.

Our Latin teacher Mr. Brunner was an intriguing man; he had bushy brown hair with a wispy grey beard. He sat in a motorized wheelchair and wore a tan tweed jacket.

He had a very cool collection of armor and weapons that date back to the Greek empire. Which I thought to be extremely cool.

Grover, my best friend, was a whole different breed of conversation. He was... an easy target. Grover was scrawny; he had curly black hair that seemed to hide something. He cried when he was frustrated and upset. He was definitely held back a few grades because he had acne and was growing a beard. To top all of that off, Grover was crippled. However, do not let that fool you; he may have a muscular disease in his legs, but Grover could beat Usain Bolt to the cafeteria on Enchilada day. Though if what I suspected to be accurate, my life would be in for a whole lot of weird changes,

Grover was currently getting picked on by Nancy. She was throwing wads of peanut butter and ketchup sandwich at Grover, where it stuck in his hair.

As Grover dodged another piece of Nancy's lunch, I turned around. I gave Nancy the best cold stare that I could while speaking loudly enough for Mr. Brunner to hear, "Ms. Bobofit, I would like it if you would stop throwing your lunch at Grover. If you don't, I will have to inform Mr. Brunner about this."

Instantly the color drained from her face as she turned forward. Mr. Brunner called back to Nancy, "Ms. Bobofit, please keep in mind that after this field trip, you and I are going to talk about respecting others. You will also write me a four-page essay on why bullying isn't tolerated."

Nancy merely gave a slight nod to the instructor.

"Thanks, Perseus." Grover mumbled to me.

I didn't respond but gave a slight nod, indicating that I heard him.

I closed my eyes and soon fell asleep to pass the time. Unfortunately, this would only lead me to have questions that no one could answer.

Dreamscape

I stood on a platform overlooking a large crowd. The crowd was a mix of common people. Some were warriors and physically fit, while others were common civilians unfit for violence and fighting. The ground didn't have any vegetation of any sort. The ground was pure mud; some of the people below were slightly covered in the dirty substance.

I was brought out of my study of the ground as my view upon the area below me slowly turned to show behind me on the platform. Three other people stood on the platform that seemed to radiate a sense of professionalism.

The first was a man dressed in formal wear, merely a grey tunic. He had serious eyes and a natural frown imprinted on his face, and he wore a gold ring on his head.

The man next to him was dressed in a guardsman uniform. There was a strange symbol upon his breast. In his hands was a long pole-arm; I think Mr. Brunner had called it a pike or something like that. The man's facial features were hidden by an intricate-looking helmet.

Finally, the third man was the weirdest. He was dressed in a tunic-like the first, but it seemed to radiate an energy that surpassed even electricity. It looked older yet modern. On the man's face was a mask similar to mine. His mask was adorned with black marks that I could only guess represented scars.

I was broken out of my analysis of the three men before me when the first man began to speak.

"Attention, people! If you are not already aware, then I will inform you now. There have been rumors that things are happening that cannot be explained. I am afraid that these rumors are true, and the only thing that logically makes sense is magic." There was an audible gasp from the group as a whole. The man continued, "Before you cause an uproar, I have a solution for this problem. However, before I tell you this solution, I must go into further depth of this topic." He let that sink into the audience for a moment before he picked up from where he left off. "The cause of this "magic" from my understanding can be any of four things: a witch, a wizard, a warlock, or a sorceor or sorceress. Now my solution is this, I have employed the services of a man that will take care of this problem. He isn't known by any name other than by the name of the Ancient. So, give him your trust, and he shall fix this problem for us. Go forth and resume your daily lives." The man, a king I presumed, commanded.

The people slowly walked back into their homes, leaving the muddy courtyard empty except the occasional guard.

The king and guard left the platform a moment later, leaving the man known as the 'Ancient' on the platform with me alone.

The man waited for a few more moments before speaking, almost to me, as if he knew I was there. He couldn't have as the king had walked straight through me.

"So, you are the one that I will be reborn as? For a child, I suppose you look fine. Tell me, have you found yourself able to do anything extraordinary?"

I was startled; he asked me a direct question. Before I could formulate a response, he spoke again. "Speak, boy, I will not ask again."

Finally, I found my voice, "Yes. I can change my appearance at will and create things at a mere thought. I can also communicate with animals of all kinds. I can inflict pain on others if I concentrate hard enough, I can make people 'sin' and reveal their desires, and I am extremely smart."

The man nodded for a moment before speaking again, "I see, you are definitely my transmigrate, you will overtime find that you can do more with your abilities and you will find that you have more than what you have discovered. Your life is going to change child, for better or worse that is for you decide. I will let you know though before you wake, every choice has a consequence. It may be good, it may be bad, it will only be revealed until it happens. Go now, you are almost at your destination." The man spoke before I started to fade from the world I was experiencing.

Dreamscape end

I soon found myself awake on the bus, seated next to Grover. Grover gave me a worried glance before looking away.

We were soon led into the museum and on tour. Mr. Brunner led the time nicely, but I was distracted from the constant talking of my classmates. I would ask them to be quiet, so I could listen to Mr. Brunner but only ended up receiving evil glares from our other chaperone.

She was Mrs. Dodds, our math teacher, the replacement for the previous one who had an extreme medical emergency that would keep them out of school for the rest of the year.

Mrs. Dodds was a mean person, and despite her age, being around fifty, she was dressed in black leather and looked like she would and could ride a Harley into and straight through your locker.

As Mr. Brunner kept speaking about the history of this stele, a grave for a person around our age. Nancy snickered about how this was boring.

"Will you shut up?" I spoke in an ancient language that no one recognized. However, I had spoken too loud a, everyone turned to me. The other students looked at me weirdly while Grover, Mr. Brunner, and Mrs. Dodds looked mildly surprised. Taking note of their expressions for later, I took a mental image of what was happening.

"Mr. Jackson, did you have a comment?" Mr. Brunner asked.

"Uh, no, sir. What I said was will you shut up. I said this because the students around me keep talking and distracting me from your lesson. The comment was directed to Ms. Bobofit who was snickering about how "boring" your lesson was Mr. Brunner." I spoke out in a primarily emotionless tone, with a pinch of irritation directed to the students around me.

"I see. Thank you, Mr. Jackson, for trying your best to pay attention to the lesson. Now, if you wouldn't mind would you mind telling us what this picture is dipicting?" Mr. Brunner responded after a moment.

Looking toward the picture indicated, I got excited as I knew the picture and the story.

"Yes, sir, that picture depicts the story of the Titan lord of time and harvests, the keeper of the ages, eating his children. Kronos did this for the fact that when he and four of his brothers killed their fathers, a prophecy was foretold that the same would happen to him as he did unto his father. Obviously, like any other person, he didn't want this prophecy to come true. So, he chose to eat his children whole and imprison them in his stomach. Luckily his wife, Rhea, I think it was," Mr. Brunner nodded, indicating I was correct. I continued, "exchanged their sixth child for a rock. Kronos was unable to see through this deception and ate the rock. A lot of time passed, and Zeus, the sixth child, had grown up and acted as a servant in the court of Kronos and gave him a mixture of wine and mustard. This concoction of liquid upset the stomach of the titan lord to the point of regurgitating his now fully grown children, Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Poseidon, and Hades. Then Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades began to fight Kronos and eventually defeated him, fulfilling the prophecy that was foretold." I finished.

Mr. Brunner nodded at my thorough explanation and almost began to move to another topic of discussion. When he happened to hear Nancy's murmur of "how stupid this was, and as if an employer is going to ask if you can explain why Kronos ate his children."

"To paraphrase Ms. Bobofit's wonderful question Mr. Jackson, why would we use this in the real world?" Mr. Brunner asked.

"I can come up with a couple reasons why, though one isn't logical, but it could be though we wouldn't know, I suppose. The first would be that you could use it for an actual purpose as a historian who specializes in ancient greek history. The second would be that you could use it for dungeon and dragons. Finally, the third explanation though this is far-fetched. These myths could be real." I say.

Mr. Brunner looks toward the sky for a moment, almost as if hesitantly asking a question. Mr. Brunner then asked another question, "Are they Mr. Jackson? Real, I mean."

"My immediate answer would be to say no, but it really comes down to two things, whether you believe it to be true as a religion, or if you believe it to be true as a way of life I suppose." I hypothesized.

Mr. Brunner thoughtfully nodded his head and turned away, moving on.

"Okay, yes indeed. Mrs. Dodds would you please lead us back outside for lunch please?" Mr. Brunner asked.

We were finally outside for lunch. Grover and I were seated away from everyone else, hoping that we wouldn't get into trouble with anyone.

The boys on the trip acted like doofuses, pushing each other around and acting stupidly. The girls were holding their stomachs, likely from the lesson from earlier.

Nancy, a moment later, came over and dumped her lunch onto Grover and I's lap.

I was tired of the bullying, so I stood up and threw Nancy and the girls that followed her into the fountain behind us.

As soon as I had done so, Nancy screamed that I had pushed them into the fountain.

Mrs. Dodds approached me and told me to come with her. I did as told and followed the math teacher into the museum to speak with her.

After reaching a rather large room, she finally turned around and spoke in a sickly sweet voice, "You've been giving us problems honey. Did you really think that you would get away with it?"

Confused, I asked a question, "I'm sorry? I don't understand."

She didn't take that answer well as she began to scream over and over, "where is it?"

Tired of her screaming, I looked her in the eyes and asked a question with such authority I didn't know I had that she had immediately answered.

"What is your desire Mrs. Dodds? What are you looking for?" I asked with an unknown power to my voice.

Her eyes glazed over, and she began to speak, "My desire is to serve my master well, I am looking for the master bolt, and my masters helm- wait..why am I telling you this?" She suddenly became aware again.

However, this time she began to change her appearance, and her body seemed to melt into a horror not seen upon this world. Then it clicked in my mind; the greek myths weren't myths, but rather a genuine reality. Mrs. Dodds was most likely a fury, one of the three unkindly ones. Grover was most likely a satyr or something closely related. Mr. Brunner seemed almost perfectly like Chiron, the trainer of heroes with his in-depth knowledge of the history and of each person, almost as if he knew each of them.

So if most of the heroes from then were demigods, and I could see the fury before me, then I was most likely a demigod myself.

Mrs. Dodds seemed to realize that I had come to the realization of what I indeed was.

She began to attack me quickly before anything could happen. I dodged out of the way and started to create objects out of thin air. Metal spikes appeared before I somehow threw them at her. I had escaped another attack from Mrs. Dodds clawed hand by rolling underneath her as she flew above me.

A shout had captured my attention; I turned to the source and found Mr. Brunner throwing me a pen that somehow turned into a sword in midair.

Catching the sword, I swung just in time to rip through the body of the fury as she flew down toward me. As the blade tore through her body, she decomposed into golden dust.

Turning around, I discovered that Mr. Brunner was nowhere to be seen.

I began my journey to return to the area we were eating lunch. As I walked out, I walked up to Mr. Brunner. "Ah, Mr. Jackson, if you would be so kind as to come up with your own writing utensils rather than stealing mine it would be much appreciated." Mr. Brunner spoke in a joyful tone.

"Of course sir," I spoke while handing the man his pen.

On my walk over to Grover, Nancy walked by me and spoke, "I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your sorry butt."

Narrowing my eyes in confusion, I continued on toward Grover.

We sat together in silence for the rest of the trip, including the bus.

We had eventually returned to Yancy Academy, where we would eventually go to sleep.

There weren't any dreams that night, but rather memories of a life that I had never lived. Dreams of a girl upon a mountain top crying, a man in a cell surrounded by darkness, and many others. Some that confused me as they couldn't possibly have been on earth.

Time skip near the end of the school year

I had been studying for all my classes. Yet, I couldn't seem to tell the difference between specific Latin and Greek verbs and their conjugates. So I decided to walk down to Mr. Brunner or, more specifically, Chiron's office to ask for some pointers.

I was about to knock on the door when I heard Grover speak.

"worried about Perseus, sir." Grover spoke, he continued a moment later, "...alone this summer. I mean a kindly one in the school! Now that we know for sure, and that they know too-"

"It wouldn't be wise to rush him Grover, I understand you are worried, but he isn't ready yet." Mr. Brunner responded.

Tired of the conversation and still needing advice, I knocked on the door.

Grover opened the door a moment later, and the color drained from his face.

"Perseus! What are you doing here?" Grover asked with a surprising amount of unexpected surprise in his voice.

"I needed advice on something for my Latin exam. I came to ask Mr. Brunner a question." I responded.

Grover nodded and let me in.

I sat in one of the chairs in front of Mr. Brunner's desk. Grover sat down in the chair next to me.

I let out a sigh. "Okay, never mind on the Latin exam question. You two can quit your act; I have figured out what you two are and what Mrs. Dodds was. I also learned something from Mrs. Dodds before she passed."

Grover and Mr. Brunner were confused. "What act Perseus?" Mr. Brunner asked.

I grit my teeth in frustration, "I'm talking about the act of how you are trying to keep me from realizing what I am. I already figured out I am a demigod, from which Olympians I wouldn't know."

Grover spoke next, "Olympians? What are you talking about Perseus?"

My anger started to rise exponentially, and the air began to heat up by about forty degrees making the room a solid one hundred and ten degrees. "Stop lying to my face. Mr. Brunner, I have already determined that you are really Chiron, the teacher of all the heroes of Greek mythology. Grover, you may hide it well, but the way that your legs bend at an extremely unnatural angle gives you away as a satyr. I am a demigod, I know it for sure. Mrs. Dodds was a kindly one. Stop lying to me."

Mr. Brunn- Chiron looked at Grover and transformed into his proper form.

"Perseus, grab my hand." Chiron spoke. I did so as Grover got on Chiron's back. I got on after Grover and soon, much to my disbelief, bending reality toward gods know where.

We soon reappeared at a summer camp of all places. Immediately from my view, I was able to see multiple things. The first was a large three-story house on top of a hill, twelve cabins in the shape of a U, and numerous other things. Like an amphitheater, pavilion, lava rock wall, and other things.

Grover and I got down from Chiron's back as we walked toward the big house on the hill. On the porch was a man playing a card game with a satyr. Chiron pulled up alongside the table and layed down, providing perfect height to play cards. Grover and I sat at the table.

The man glanced up at me and back to his cards. Chiron spoke up, "Mr. D, this is the boy I was telling you about."

The newly named Mr. D looked at me again and spoke, "I suppose you are Parker Jordanson correct?"

"It's close enough sir, yes," I replied.

Mr. D looked at me for a moment before a slight twinkle in his eye formed. "What do you know of this new world that you are in now? Tell me Perseus Jackson, what do you know?"

"I know somethings, others I have yet to learn, some I have to put the pieces together, but I do know that I am a demigod, and if I am correct, you are Dionysus, the Greek god of wine, drama, and ecstasy, and a minor domain of sanity I believe. I was led to this conclusion because you didn't clarify my name when I sat down. Chiron had told you my name before, meaning that you actually knew my name but decided to use a poor form of the name. Second, the way that Grover and the other Satyr seem to be naturally scared of you, it would seem that you aren't a demigod. Since this is a camp for demigods, you aren't a mortal, so that would conclude that you are a god. You have a dislike of demigods, and you conjured a glass of wine before it turned to diet coke, which led me to believe you where who you are." I finished.

Mr. D looked a little bit surprised but then started to quiet down before clapping slowly. "You, Mr. Jackson, are the first person to have reasonably deducted of who I was, without asking for hints or anything, I must applaud you. Now, what did that creature tell you that you seem eager to say?"

"I swear upon the river Styx that what I say is the truth. The kindly one told me that she had searched for both the master bolt and her master's helm but could not find either because she proceeded to attack me. Now I frankly am unaware of how that pertains to me, but since she seemed to think I had stolen them," thunder rumbled heavily in the distance. Mr. D and Chiron nervously look up to the sky. I continued, "I also swear upon the Styx that I didn't steal anything, and to prove so, you may look in my memories, and I didn't know I was a demigod until earlier today." Once again, thunder rumbled through the sky, and the sky still seemed to be at peace.

Then as if it was at war, the sky filled with clouds, and lightning and thunder shook the skies. Mr. D sighed and excused himself before disappearing in a burst of grapevines.

Chiron led me to the Hermes cabin, cabin number eleven. He knocked on the door as it was late in the night. A moment later, a tall teenager opened the door. "Chiron, what can I do for you?"

"Young Perseus here will be staying here for the time being." Chiron told the boy.

"Very well, come on in, kid. You'll always have a home in the house of travelers." The kid spoke. He pointed me toward an empty bunk before disappearing into the back of the cabin.

I soon fell asleep and entered the land of dreams.

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