A/N 4053 words. Im trying to write more every chapter. And this story has officially hit 10k words. :)

As usual, you know what I am going to say. Enjoy!

Percy was in the Athena cabin, reading about the Greek gods in an attempt to find out more about the supernatural. It wasn't easy either, Percy was never the type of person to seek knowledge, but this time, he was desperate. After skimming several pages of meaningless text, refreshing his knowledge on the gods and their myths. But he could not find a single hint of who his father was, and in frustration, he threw the book down in frustration. He paced the small library, while random thoughts crossed his mind. There's no way the gods exist…..I can barely believe all of this. he knelt down to retrieve the book, then froze. The book had flipped to another page, this time, his godfather's name was on the page.

He picked the book up again and read the first sentence.

Perseus. Known as the Arrow of Artemis. Champion of Apollo, and a renowned sorcerer.

Parentage is unknown, although many suspect that his mother is Artemis.

Percy knew he shouldn't be surprised, but he was. He'd had his suspicions that his godfather wasn't human.

Like the time his godfather persuaded Gabe to leave.

Ten-year-old Percy was sparring with his godfather, fighting yet another losing battle. It wasn't surprising really, considering the fact that Perseus was training Percy to adopt his fighting technique. Suddenly, Gabe walked in, his face a mask of fury.'Can't you too keep it down? He spat. 'All that clanging and clunking and screeching. It's getting on my nerves!'

Perseus regarded his stepfather coldly. 'Why don't you go back to where you came from, child? And go clean that room, it's a mess.'

'Now who are you calling... 'Gabe started, but Perseus just raised an eyebrow. Gabe got a glazed look in his eyes before he meekly nodded and left.

Perseus turned around, only to find his godson staring at him. 'How did you do that?' Percy inquired 'I've never seen him listen to anyone, like, ever.'

I, ah, simply persuaded him. Maybe I'll teach you how one day'

'Yes please!' Percy shouted, waving his arms.

Percy was bought out of his thoughts when he heard the sound of someone clearing their throat. He turned and found Annabeth staring at him. 'Well? Let's go on a tour, shall we?'

-X-

'Cabin eleven' Annabeth said. 'Make yourself at home.'

Percy stood in the doorway, looking at the kids. They were staring at him, sizing him up. Percy knew this routine. He'd gone through it at enough schools.

"Well?" Annabeth prompted. "Go on."

So naturally Percy tripped coming in the door and made a total fool of himself. There were some

snickers from the campers, but none of them said anything.

Annabeth announced, "Percy Jackson, meet cabin eleven".

"Regular or undetermined?" somebody asked.

Percy didn't know what to say, but Annabeth said, "Undetermined."

Everybody groaned.

A guy who was a little older than the rest came forward. "Now, now, campers. That's what

we're here for. Welcome, Percy. You can have that spot on the floor, right over there."

The guy was about nineteen, and he looked pretty cool. He was tall and muscular, with short-

cropped sandy hair and a friendly smile. He wore an orange tank top, cutoffs, sandals, and a leather necklace with five different-colored clay beads. The only thing unsettling about his

appearance was a thick white scar that ran from just beneath his right eye to his jaw, like an old

knife slash.

"This is Luke," Annabeth said, and her voice sounded different somehow. Percy glanced over and could've sworn she was blushing. She saw Percy looking, and her expression hardened again. "He's your counselor for now."

"For now?" Percy asked.

"You're undetermined," Luke explained patiently. "They don't know what cabin to put you in,

so, you're here. Cabin eleven takes all newcomers, all visitors. Naturally, we would. Hermes, our

patron, is the god of travelers."

Percy looked at the tiny section of floor they'd given him. He had nothing to put there to mark it as his own, no luggage, no clothes, no sleeping bag. Just the Minotaur's horn. He thought about setting that down, but then I remembered that Hermes was also the god of thieves.

Percy looked around at the campers' faces, some sullen and suspicious, some grinning stupidly,

some eyeing me as if they were waiting for a chance to pick my pockets.

"How long will I be here?" Percy asked.

"Good question," Luke said. "Until you're determined."

"How long will that take?"

The campers all laughed.

"Come on," Annabeth told him. "I'll show you the volleyball court."

"I've already seen it."

"Come on." She grabbed my wrist and dragged me outside. Percy could hear the kids of cabin

eleven laughing behind him.

When we were a few feet away, Annabeth said, "Jackson, you have to do better than that."

"What?"

She rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath, "I can't believe I thought you were the one"

Mist began to gather in the area.

"What's your problem?" Percy was getting angry now.

'All I know is that I kill some demon-'

'...Demon? Oh, you mean the Fur- Your math teacher?'.'

"You were about to call her a Fury. Why not just call her by name?"

Annabeth glanced nervously at the ground, as if she expected it to open up and swallow her.

"You shouldn't call them by name, even here. We call them the Kindly Ones, if we have to speak

of them at all."

Percy's head was spinning. All those mythology classes, sword fighting, even the archery His godfather must have known.

Percy lifted his head and stared Annabeth in the eyes. Annabeth met his gaze, flinching slightly. Unbeknown to Percy, his normally sea green eyes were glowing silver and gold. His right eye shone a luminous silver, whilst his left eye blazed with golden fire. Annabeth found the two different eye colors disorienting, to say the least.

'I am a half-blood, aren't I' His voice was a little more than a whisper. "My father is a god.'

Then a husky voice yelled, "Well! A newbie!"

Percy looked over. The big girl from the ugly red cabin was sauntering toward them. She had three

other girls behind her, all big and ugly and mean looking like her, all wearing camo jackets.

"Clarisse," Annabeth sighed. "Why don't you go polish your spear or something?"

"Sure, Miss Princess," the big girl said. "So I can run you through with it Friday night."

''Erre es korakas!" Annabeth said, which Percy somehow understood was Greek for 'Go to the

Crows!'

though he had a feeling it was a worse curse than it sounded. "You don't stand a chance."

"We'll pulverize you," Clarisse said, but her eye twitched. Perhaps she wasn't sure she could

follow through on the threat. She turned toward Percy. "Who's this little runt?"

"Percy Jackson," Annabeth said, "meet Clarisse, Daughter of Ares."

"Ah' Percy said. "Like the war god?"

Clarisse sneered. "You got a problem with that?"

"No," Percy said, recovering his wits. "It explains the bad smell."

Clarisse growled. "We got an initiation ceremony for newbies, Prissy."

"Percy."

"Whatever. Come on, I'll show you."

"Clarisse—" Annabeth tried to say.

"Stay out of it, wise girl."

Annabeth looked pained, but she did stay out of it, and Percy didn't really want her help. Percy was the new kid. He had to earn his own reputation

Before he knew it, he was surrounded. He slowly turned, studying each and every one of his opponents.

He looked back at Clarisse. "Well?' He beckoned.

Clarisse growled.' Prepare to be pulverized, newbie.'

Then she lumbered over.

Faster than the eye can see, he was upon her, lifting her up by the throat, before slamming her down onto the ground. Clarisse groaned. He pivoted, ducking under a jab and swept his foot out, tripping another one of the assailants, making her land face first into the ground. He lunged at another, tackling her around the waist. Using the momentum, he rolled and swiftly knocked her out with a blow to the forehead.

His instincts going haywire, he ripped his necklace off, spinning around and locking blades with his fourth opponent, who had unsheathed her sword. He let her overpower him, and as her blade slid down, ready to slice his hand off, he surprised her by dropping his blade and body checking her, sending her tumbling.

"Have you had enough?' He growled, mist gathering in his hand before solidifying into his sword. 'Or do are you want more?'"

The girl who he had tripped got up, her face twisted with rage. She charged, and Percy rolled his eyes. He sidestepped and stuck his foot out. She tripped, and for the second time, landed face first into the ground. She didn't get up again.

Annabeth said, "How did you ..."

'Training' Percy replied curtly.

Clarisse and her friends were sprawled in the mud, and a bunch of other campers had gathered around to gawk.

Clarisse gave him a look of absolute hatred. "You are dead, new boy. You are totally dead."

"We'll see" was all Percy said, before he walked off, with Annabeth trailing behind him.

Her friends had to hold her back. They dragged her toward cabin five, while the other

campers made way to avoid her flailing feet.

Annabeth stared at him.

"What?" Percy demanded. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking," she said, "that I want you on my team for capture the flag."

Word of the "bullying" incident spread immediately. Wherever Percy went, campers pointed at him and murmured something about the necklace he was wearing.

Annabeth showed him a few more places: the metal shop (where kids were forging their own

swords), the arts-and-crafts room (where satyrs were sandblasting a giant marble statue of a goat-

man), and the climbing wall, which actually consisted of two facing walls that shook violently,

dropped boulders, sprayed lava, and clashed together if you didn't get to the top fast enough.

Finally, they returned to the canoeing lake, where the trail led back to the cabins.

"I've got training to do," Annabeth said flatly. "Dinner's at seven-thirty. Just follow your

cabin to the mess hall."

Percy nodded, his mind elsewhere. He wondered who his father was, and who his godfather was. He had never heard of Perseus in the myths, and his godfather never covered himself in their mythology lessons. Percy promised himself that he would ask his godfather more about himself.

Percy could smell barbecue smoke coming from somewhere nearby. Annabeth must've heard his stomach growl. She told him to go on, she'd catch him later. Percy left her on the pier, tracing her finger across the rail as if drawing a battle plan.

Back at cabin eleven, everybody was talking and horsing around, waiting for dinner. For the first time, Percy noticed that a lot of the campers had similar features: sharp noses, upturned eyebrows, mischievous smiles. They were the kind of kids that teachers would peg as troublemakers.

Thankfully, nobody paid much attention to him as he walked over to my spot on the floor and

plopped down with my minotaur horn.

The counselor, Luke, came over. He had the Hermes family resemblance, too. It was marred

by that scar on his right cheek, but his smile was intact.

"Found you a sleeping bag," he said. "And here, I stole you some toiletries from the camp

store."

Percy couldn't tell if he was kidding about the stealing part.

" He probably isn't" Perseus' voice rang out in Percy's head.

Percy yelped, and Luke looked over in concern. "Are you alright, Perce? You look like you just saw a ghost."

"I'm, uh, fine.' Percy lied.

Luke raised an eyebrow.

"Ok, maybe not fine. Can you leave me for a moment please?"

Luke nodded sympathetically. I remember my first day. Must be hard for you. Alright, I'll see you around, Percy.

He left.

The moment he was gone, Percy mentally turned towards the god in his head

"Just what…are you doing inside my head?'

"Hello to you too, my dear godson." Perseus grumbled.

"And to answer your question, part of my essence now resides within you. Your mother asked me for a ….favor a while back."

"Cool. Now can you get out of my head?'

"Relax, it's not like I can see your memories. It's….very dark in here"

"Oh, haha, very funny. But why are you here?"

Perseus sighed "Things are tense on Olympus. I fear you are in danger"

Percy out two and two together. The freak weather. Mrs. Dodds. His godfather rushing him to this "camp"

"Very good Percy" His godfather chuckled, before he got serious

"You know gods cannot interfere directly in mortal affairs, yes? Because all immortal deities are bound by the Ancient laws."

"You have already taught me this" Percy thought back, exasperated

"Get to the point will you?"

Another chuckle "Very well godson. So, a short explanation. I have infused my essence into you, giving you some of my godly powers. As such, my consciousness is also merged with yours now. There are some…side effects, but hopefully, it won't come to that. All of this is to allow me to protect you without facing the consequences of the ancient laws. We are one now, a god and mortal sharing a host. As far as the ancient laws are concerned, we are still mortal."

Percy blinked. "Is there a shorter explanation?"

His godfather let out a long-suffering sigh.

Several explanations and questions later, Percy got a basic idea of what being the host of an immortal meant.

"Well, I am honored to have my godfather possess my body," Percy thought wryly.

"It's not possession," Perseus argued. "We share a consciousness. Possession is a separate matter altogether"

Before Percy could argue back, a horn sounded. He instinctively knew it was a conch horn, although he couldn't explain how.

"Given your godly parent, I suppose I would expect nothing less" Perseus mused.

Luke yelled, "Eleven, fall in!"

The whole cabin, about twenty of them, filed into the commons yard. They lined up in order of

seniority, so of course Percy was dead last. Campers came from the other cabins, too, except for the

three empty cabins at the end, and cabin eight, which had looked normal in the daytime, but was

now starting to glow silver as the sun went down.

They marched up the hill to the mess hall pavilion. Satyrs joined us from the meadow. Naiads

emerged from the canoeing lake. A few other girls came out of the woods. Dryads, Percy assumed, although he could hardly believe they actually exist.

.In all, there were maybe a hundred campers, a few dozen satyrs, and a dozen assorted wood

nymphs and naiads.

At the pavilion, torches blazed around the marble columns. A central fire burned in a bronze

brazier the size of a bathtub. Each cabin had its own table, covered in white cloth trimmed in

purple. Four of the tables were empty, but cabin eleven's was way overcrowded. Percy had to squeeze

on to the edge of a bench with half his butt hanging off.

He saw Grover sitting at table twelve with Mr. D, a few satyrs, and a couple of plump blond

boys who looked just like Mr. D. Chiron stood to one side, the picnic table being way too small

for a centaur.

Annabeth sat at table six with a bunch of serious-looking athletic kids, all with her gray eyes

and honey-blond hair. Athena's cabin, he assumed.

Clarisse sat behind me at Ares's table. She'd apparently gotten over being beaten,

because she was laughing and belching right alongside her friends.

Finally, Chiron pounded his hoof against the marble floor of the pavilion, and everybody fell

silent. He raised a glass. "To the gods!"

Everybody else raised their glasses. "To the gods!"

Wood nymphs came forward with platters of food: grapes, apples, strawberries, cheese, fresh

bread, and yes, barbecue! Percy's glass was empty, but Luke said, "Speak to it. Whatever you want—

nonalcoholic, of course."

Percy said, "Cherry Coke."

The glass filled with sparkling caramel liquid.

Then he had an idea. "Blue Cherry Coke."

The soda turned a violent shade of cobalt.

Percy took a cautious sip. Perfect.

"Here you go, Percy," Luke said, handing me a platter of smoked brisket.

Percy loaded his plate and was about to take a big bite when he noticed everybody getting up,

carrying their plates toward the fire in the center of the pavilion. Percy wondered if they were going

for dessert or something.

"Come on," Luke told him.

As he got closer, I saw that everyone was taking a portion of their meal and dropping it into the

fire, the ripest strawberry, the juiciest slice of beef, the warmest, most buttery roll.

Luke murmured in his ear, "Burnt offerings for the gods. They like the smell."

"You're kidding."

"No, he is not kidding, Although he is understating it. "

His look warned me not to take this lightly, but Percy couldn't help wondering why an immortal,

all-powerful being would like the smell of burning food.

Luke approached the fire, bowed his head, and tossed in a cluster of fat red grapes. "Hermes."

Percy was next.

He bowed his head, like he'd seen Luke do, and scraped a slice of brisket in. He whispered "Perseus"

He felt a warm sensation, and suddenly, the smell of brisket was suddenly sharper. He felt a feeling of satisfaction, before the sensation faded away.

"Woah" Percy breathed.

In his mind's eye, Perseus had a I-Told-You-So expression, although Percy could see that his godfather was pleased as well.

When everybody had returned to their seats and finished eating their meals, Chiron pounded

his hoof again for our attention.

Mr. D got up with a huge sigh. "Yes, I suppose I'd better say hello to all you brats. Well,

hello. Our activities director, Chiron, says the next capture the flag is Friday. Cabin five presently

holds the laurels."

A bunch of ugly cheering rose from the Ares table.

"Personally," Mr. D continued, "I couldn't care less, but congratulations. Also, I should tell

you that we have a new camper today. Peter Johnson."

Chiron murmured something.

"Er, Percy Jackson," Mr. D corrected. "That's right. Hurrah, and all that. Now run along to

your silly campfire. Go on."

Everybody cheered. We all headed down toward the amphitheater, where Apollo's cabin led a

sang camp songs about the gods and ate s'mores and joked around, and the funny

thing was, Percy didn't feel that anyone was staring at me anymore. He almost felt that he was home.

Later in the evening, when the sparks from the campfire were curling into a starry sky, the conch horn blew again, and we all filed back to our cabins.. He thought about his mom,: her smile, the bedtime stories she would read to him when he was a kid, the way she would

tell him not to let the bedbugs bite.

When Percy closed his eyes, He fell asleep instantly.

That was his first day at Camp Half-Blood.

A girl with luminous silver eyes cradled a bundle in her arms. She had auburn hair, and a bow was slung over one shoulder. She sang softly, smiling at the child in her arms. A man appeared, also smiling at the child. He was extremely tall, but Percy couldn't see much of his face,as it was hidden in the shadows. However, the man's eyes glowed with an eerie, mechanical light.

The man held his hands out, and the girl handed the child to him, laying her head on the man's shoulder. The man cradled the newborn, and the newborn's eyes opened, revealing the exact same eyes as the girl's. The man seemed to notice the child's eyes. "You have your mother's eyes, little one" The man told the newborn, smiling slightly as the child stared at him. The man looked towards the girl. "What shall your name be, little one?"

"I have an idea." The girl said," His name will be…."

The dream faded.

Percy blinked. "What was that about?"

Perseus didn't respond.

The next few days Percy settled into a routine that felt almost normal, if he didn't count the fact that he was getting lessons from satyrs, nymphs, and a centaur.

Each morning Percy took Ancient Greek from Annabeth, and they talked about the gods and

goddesses in the present tense, which Percy still found odd.

The rest of the day, He'd rotate through outdoor activities.

Chiron taught him archery, which Percy was decent with. He could hit his targets most of the time. Decent? Yes. Up to his godfather's standard? Not quite. Perseus assured him it was still progress, though.

Foot racing? Again, he was decent. He thought he was pretty fit, but his pride had taken quite a blow when the wood-nymph instructors left him in the dust. They told him not to worry about it. They'd had centuries of practice running away from lovesick gods. But still, Perseus was laughing at him, saying something about being slower than a tree. Percy ignored him.

He even excelled at rowing, which he was still puzzled about.

He knew campers were watching him, the campers were wary of him ever since the incident he'd had with Clarisse.

Most campers whispered about him behind his back, as if he couldn't hear. There was some big talk about who his godly father was, and he'd already told them his mother was very mortal, thank you very much.

Thursday afternoon, three days after he'd arrived at Camp Half-Blood, Percy had his first sword-

fighting lesson. Everybody from cabin eleven gathered in the big circular arena, where Luke would be their instructor.

He held his own quite well, his godfather had taught him to be a volatile fighter.

Eventually, they moved on to dueling in pairs.

Luke announced he would be Percy's partner, since this was my

first time.

"Good luck," one of the campers told me. "Luke's the best swordsman in the last three

hundred years."

Percy raised an eyebrow at this.

"Maybe he'll go easy on me" Percy said

The camper snorted. If only he knew.

Luke tried to show him some thrust and parries, but they were only the basic maneuvers, all of which Perseus had Percy drill those moves for months on end.

Eventually, he called a break. Percy wasn't that tired, after all, Perseus's demanding exercises were in their own league.

"Okay, everybody circle up!" Luke ordered. "If Percy doesn't mind, I want to give you a little

demo."

The Hermes guys gathered around. They were suppressing smiles. Percy figured they'd been in his shoes before and couldn't wait to see how Luke used Percy for a punching bag.

Well, time to prove them he wasn't any ordinary newbie

Luke told everybody he was going to demonstrate a disarming technique: how to twist the enemy's blade with the flat

of their sword so that he had no choice but to drop his weapon.

"This is difficult," he stressed. "I've had it used against me. No laughing at Percy, now. Most

swordsmen have to work for years to master this technique."

He demonstrated the move on Percy in slow motion. Sure enough, the sword clattered out of his hand.

"Now in real time," he said, after he'd retrieved my weapon. "We keep sparring until one of us

pulls it off. Ready, Percy?"

Percy dropped the heavy sparring sword he'b been using before, and pulled his necklace off, and his sword formed in his hand, still steaming mist. There were murmurs as the sword appeared. Percy internally grinned. No doubt most of the campers here remembered the blade.

He nodded at Luke.

Luke came at him with a horizontal slash. Ducking under it, Percy jabbed at Luke's leg. Luke sidestepped, but Percy anticipated that. His foot shot out, catching Luke's ankle. Luke stumbled, and Percy capitalized on this, feinting towards Luke's chest. As Luke was disorientated, he didn't anticipate the trick. As his sword rose, Percy hit the hilt and twisted, sending the sword skittering on the ground. Percy grinned, his blade pointed at Luke's chest. "Yield?" Percy asked.

Luke stared at him. For a moment, no one moved. Then, Luke nodded. "I yield"

A/N I know there isn't much about Perseus, and it seems I'm just replaying all the scenes from canon, but I'm just going to do lightning thief. Hopefully there will be some more original content soon, but I am still new to this writing process. Let me know if there are any flaws you would like to have me look at.

As Usual,

Have a nice day,

RagingFusion