Savolvano Verolzano Bripoli, Italy, May 1432

Perseus had spent the last one hundred years studying as knowledge became more available. He had studied everything he could from blacksmithing to science and math. Knowledge had become something that he greatly treasured. He had a massive library in his manor filled with thousands of books. He had met with some of the greatest minds of the time and had learned from them.

Besides his accumulation of knowledge, Perseus had also spent the last century participating in more wars and honing his combat abilities. His control over water was incredible. While it was not at the level of his father it was powerful, he could sense massive bodies of water. The smallest he had ever sensed being a large puddle made by rain. He could control the liquid in living organisms, though not to a degree where he could make living things bleed from their pores. It was more of the thing blowing up in a shower of blood and gore.

Besides that Perseus had continued hunting monsters, although now he hunted monsters of the Greek variety. Most of the jobs he had gotten had been from demigods living in camps and wanting protection. The money the witcher made from these jobs, wars, and his vineyard made him a very rich man indeed.

To Perseus his last hundred years had become boring and dull. All he did was fight, train, study, and tend to his vineyard. If he was honest his vineyard was the thing he enjoyed most, the peace. Despite the boredom he felt he still went out and fought to protect the innocent. He saw it as his duty, as a famous uncle once said, "With great power comes great responsibility." And while Perseus did not know this quote he lived by it.

Looking out the window of his study, Perseus looked over his vineyard. It had grown in the last century and made even more of a profit for the witcher. He simply loved looking at it and its beauty, it was one of the few things that never got boring for him, no matter how much he looked at it.

Turning away from the view, Perseus went down to the dining hall to eat supper. As he ate, he pondered on all that he had done and learned, after all he had lived a hundred and some odd years, he had a lot of knowledge to pull from. In all that time he had learned quite possibly the most a single mortal man had learned up until that point. He was a genius not only in science, math, and language, but also in art, history, and philosophy.

Finishing his supper, Perseus went for a walk along the vineyard grounds. It had become a habit for him to take a stroll through his vineyard every night after supper. The bueaty of not only the vineyard, but also the rolling Italian hills beyond kept the witcher at peace.

Now many may be wondering why Perseus was not off in another war. The simple answer was that he had just returned home from his latest war. He had participated in the siege of Thessalonica and had only returned two years previously to his home for much needed rest and peace.

Despite this he new he would have to go back out to the wars and death of humanity. He saw it all as petty and disgraceful. Why do humans fight and kill each other simply for land, greed, and other petty things. He could see wars for freedom and even for love, but for money, power, and glory? All he could ask was why.

Milan, Italy, January 1490

Perseus was meeting with his good friend Leonardo da Vinci. The two had met only eight years before and as both were scientists, engineers, philosophers, and more, they had become great friends. Leonardo would often visit Perseus' manor when time allowed. And Perseus would visit the young inventor whenever he was not off at war.

While normally Perseus would meet his friend in Florence at the inventor's home, Leonardo currently had a project here in Milan. He had wrote a letter ahead of time that had warned Leonardo of his arrival. Now he just had to find the home that Leonardo was staying in Temporarily.

Now you may wonder why da Vinci never wrote of Perseus. It is simple his friend new what he was, and because of this and Perseus' request, he never wrote about the witcher or his doings. Perseus was visiting the man for advise and to see if Leonardo knew more of an expedition that was to occur in Spain. Knocking on the inventor's door, Perseus waited for an answer.

"Perseus my friend it is good to see you." Leonardo said as he opened the door and saw the witcher.

"Yes it is good to see you as well. Leonardo I have heard of an expedition that is being organized in Spain. I was wondering if you knew anything about it?"

"Yes I have. Come in and I will share what I know of this expedition." With that Perseus went into his friends temporary home and the two took a seat.

"Now Leonardo, what do you know?"

"Well nothing is certain yet, but a young man in Spain has been asking for funding so he can find a way across the Atlantic to the Indies."

"Really, that is quite an expedition my friend. What is this man's name?"

"He is called, Christopher Columbus. He is quite a visionary young man."

"Where can I find him?"

"He is a Spaniard my friend."

"Thank you Leonardo, you have been a great help. Now what have you been working on lately?"

And so it was that Perseus would leave to go with Columbus on his legendary expedition. In the meantime however he spoke with his friend on many topics, ranging from inventions and engineering, to art and philosophy. It was always fun for the witcher to have a friend who could challenge his intellect with amazing questions.

Santa Maria, Spain, August 1492

Perseus had found the expedition that was leaving from Spain to find a new route to the Indies. He wanted to join with the expedition as his boredom had grown. He had spoken with the leader, Christopher Columbus. The man had agreed to take the witcher as long as he protected the ship and crew from harm. You never could be too careful. The witcher had agreed and they were soon to set sail.

To Perseus, everything Leonardo had said about Columbus was quite accurate. The man was quite the visionary. He had determined that if a route through the Atlantic to the Indies could be found, the people of Spain could share in the wealth of the Indies. It was quite the dream and vision.

Casting his thoughts away, the witcher boarded the ship and prepared for his journey to the west. He would be apart of the expedition that would merge the old and new worlds. He would be one of the first men to set foot in the Americas that came from Europe.

Santa Maria, Atlantic Ocean, August 1492

It had only been two weeks since they had left Spain. In that time Perseus had grown accustomed to life on a ship and had gotten to know the crew members. Besides the Santa Maria there were two other smaller ships known as the Pinta and Santa Clara, which was nicknamed the Nina.

As of now the small fleet was heading to the Canary Islands to restock supplies and repair the ships. After their stop in the Islands they would once again continue west for the Indies.

The three ships were making good time on their journey west. It was estimated that they would arrive in the Indies in only a few months. Little did the crew and Columbus know, there was a landmass in their way. A landmass that would come to be known as the Americas.

Canary Islands, September 1492

The small fleet had finally arrived at the Canary Islands. As the ships were being restocked and repaired, Perseus explored the port that he found himself in. 'It is curious', he thought, 'I have been all over the world, from the coast of Asia and the island of Japan to the coast of Spain and of France. And yet, I have never seen a place quite like this.'

To Perseus the beauty of the Islands could rival that of Italy. It was one of the most beautiful and inspiring places he had been. But, all things must come to an end. It was nearly time for them to depart again and Perseus needed to get back to the ship. Turning back he went to the docks and boarded the Santa Maria.

Soon the ship cast off and continued its journey through the Atlantic. Perseus sat in his cabin below deck and pondered. Pulling out a simple journal he began writing his experiences. He had, for nearly the last two hundred years been keeping a journal. After finishing his documentation he laid down for some much needed rest.

Guanahani/San Salvador (Present day Bahamas), October 1492

Columbus and a party of men had gone ashore. Columbus had given Perseus command of the rest of the men and he used this time to prepare a camp on the shore of the island. Columbus called it San Salvador, Holy Savior. Perseus thought it laughable that Columbus would name an island that could be inhabited.

For the next several months the fleet would travel these islands. Eventually they would split up and lose the Santa Maria. To Perseus it was all a blur that he could care less about. Although he did enjoy the time they engaged the Indians, as Columbus called them, in a short fight. Other than that Perseus could care less about the journey. When he returned home however he would go off to war once again.

Alright shortest chapter yet. I know its short but there are reasons for this. First I worked tens all this week and today, second I hate this chapter and its meant to be a filler chapter. In other words, a who gives a fuck chapter. Perseus will be going back to war in the next chapter, after that he may take a break. Then again he just got a hundred plus year one. Anyway read and review.