Percy Jackson: Howling at the Crossroad Chapter 1: Who's Perseus?, a percy jackson and the olympians fanfic

Percy Jackson: Howling at the Crossroad

Summary: Unprepared for the coming conflict with the Titans, Olympus calls upon the help of an old ally. But who is Percy, the Son of Artemis and Lycaon? Who is this man coming from ancient times with the wolfish smile? Of course Chiron knows the story and will tell you about him…

Rated M for violence and later lemons/ Crossposted on Wattpad/ PercyxHecate!

Chapter 1 ~ Who's Perseus?

The Olympian throne room was in turmoil, all the mighty gods of Olympus, the rulers of the cosmos were going crazy. Accusations and insults were thrown around and slowly some, it could have been just Ares, felt the urge to swing a sharp blade at one of the fellow gods. Zeus, in all his glory and dressed in a dark blue pinstripe suit, rubbed his hand over his temples to dispel the headache that was building up.

Recently, the Olympians had watched as a group led by Clarisse La Rue, daughter of Ares and Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena had found the Golden Fleece and rescued Camp Half-Blood. Along with the other members Grover Underwood, the poor satyr who had been held captive by Polyphemus, but was freed by the group and a very friendly Cyclops named Tyson. On the way back, they had exposed Luke Castellan, the son of Hermes and once the pride of the camp, as the one responsible for poisoning Thalia's tree. That alone had caused an uproar, but even then the gods had not really been concerned.

What could a single demigod do against the concentrated power of Olympus? Ha, a small zap of the master bolt and everything would have been settled. But no, the son of Hermes had of course had to admit that Kronos, the Titan Lord of Time, had been the mastermind behind the plan and was plotting his revenge. Then it had been just the cherry on top that Thalia Grace, the daughter of Zeus and currently the only Greek child of one of the Big Three, the child of the Great Prophecy had awakened from her coma in her tree by the Golden Fleece.

The Great Prophecy was thus set in motion and Olympus was forced to act. There was no real plan and a large part of their allies, especially the minor gods had turned against Olympus or did not want to sacrifice their lives fighting for the gods. What was the reason for that? The way the Olympians treated everyone else? Nah, must be something else...

That's why they were sitting here now and caused nothing but headaches with their shouting for Zeus. He summoned his master bolt into his hand and slammed it into the ground of the throne room. "Silence!" he yelled over everyone else and over the explosion caused by his bolt.

The other gods stopped their bickering and Ares and Artemis put their weapons away again. All of them except Poseidon, who just rolled his eyes, sank down under the angry gaze of their king.

"Now that we've all calmed down, can we discuss this like adults?" asked Zeus, twirling the master bolt in his hand. Poseidon snorted loudly at the thought of the council acting like adults. Zeus gripped the bolt tighter and looked to Athena.

"Do you have any ideas, Athena?" he asked.

The addressed goddess of wisdom looked up. She sighed, then said "I have two possible plans, neither of which you will like." Her cold and calculating gaze turned to the others.

"Option one is that we kill Thalia Grace." she said without batting an eye, not even when Zeus jumped up with his face flushed and shouted in anger "Absolutely not! We will not kill my daughter. And if even one of you tries to do that, you can discuss it with my master bolt!" he roared and spat out the last bit.

Hera, on the other hand, didn't seem to necessarily disagree with Athena, judging by her grin and so did Ares.

"Thalia Grace is a risk. Her very existence can lead to the downfall of Olympus, Father," Athena calmly explained.

"I will not kill an innocent girl, no matter the risk! That would make us no better than the Titans, owl head! What kind of message do you think that sends to the demigods if we start killing our children?" hissed Poseidon. Even if it was a daughter of Zeus, he would never approve of her senseless killing because of her father's mistake.

"What is the other option? I think we should hear both before we decide." Apollo asked, frowning as he threw small stones at the sleeping Dionysus. All eyes turned to Athena, who clasped her hands together and began to speak again.

"We could contact someone. Someone who could train and prepare the demigods. Someone with experience. Someone who could give the Greeks some of the iron discipline of the Romans."

"Don't we have Chiron for that?" asked Hermes, somewhat confused.

"Chiron is good, but will not be enough. We need someone who can single-handedly turn the tide on the battlefield and be able to take out the opponent's heavy hitters." Athena began to explain and narrowed her eyes when she saw that Dionysus was not listening to her like the others. Athena snapped her fingers and a flock of owls appeared out of nowhere and began pecking at Dionysus. He cried out and fell from his throne. Satisfied, Athena continued, "It's simple math. Right now we have a bunch of demigods who are not prepared for battle and the only heavy hitter is Thalia as the daughter of one of the big three.

However, I suggest that we contact him to help us. Both to train the demigods and to be able to eliminate the most dangerous opponents in battle. And judging by your face, you already know who I mean. Don't you, Artemis?" said Athena with her cold gaze meeting the even colder one of the Moon Goddess.

"No," she cried and jumped up. Apollo had to stop her from going after Athena. "I won't let you drag him into this. He has nothing to do with the current conflict. Just leave him alone!"

"Huh? Who are you talking about?" grunted Ares.

"I'm talking about Perseus, who else!" exclaimed Athena. "I suggest we ask him for help. He's probably the most dangerous fighter we know who isn't restricted by the Ancient Laws."

Ares face turned as pale as the marble floor "You want what? If he turns on us, we're screwed! If he changes his mind and takes the other side of this war, not even the Roman legions could stop him!" For the fraction of a second their appearances flickered and changed into their Roman aspects. "It's better if we just make sure he stays out of the conflict!" Ares shouted. A shiver ran down the usually violent God of War's spine as he thought of his encounters with the silver-eyed wolf.

Zeus stroked his beard "Perseus is unpredictable. He brings down his opponents, that's true, but he attracts chaos and destruction wherever he goes." the God of Thunder reflected.

Poseidon spoke up "I think, and I can't believe I'm saying this now, Athena is right."

Apollo and Hermes choked up and stared at the ruler of the seas. The latter looked around and said in his powerful voice "He can ensure our survival and victory with the least sacrifice. That being said, wouldn't it be better if we asked him before the Titans do?" The others nodded, except for Artemis and Apollo, who interjected "But we don't even know where he is right now."

Artemis nodded and said "Not even I have spoken to him in a long time and Iris messages are not accepted by him. I don't even know if he's in the land of the gods or out of our reach." she finished her sentence and put her face in her hands in despair.

"Then it's time for a quest!" cried Zeus "and my daughter will lead it!"

"Father, if it has to be done, at least let Zoë do it, she knows him!" interjected Artemis.

"Nonsense Artemis, Thalia can handle it!" said Zeus dismissively.

"Father, this mission would be of utmost importance, it cannot fail. If Perseus meets at least one person he knows for the negotiations, his decision might be more in our favor." Athena said in defense of Artemis.

"All right, your lieutenant can come too," Zeus finally conceded. "So all in favor?" he asked, raising his hand. One by one, everyone raised theirs except Ares because he wasn't eager to see Perseus again, Hera because she clearly liked the idea of killing Thalia better, and finally Artemis, but that was only natural.

After all, what mother wouldn't want to keep her son out of a dangerous war?

"Very well." said Chiron sighing and wiping his hand through the Iris Message. The centaur went to the dining pavilion, where the whole camp minus Dionysus, who was on Olympus, had gathered. Chiron laid his gaze on the assembled demigods, who sat at their parents' tables and talked with each other while they ate their food. Chiron stamped his hoof on the stone floor and the conversations died away. The demigods looked over at Chiron curiously.

"My dear demigods, I have received a message from the gods," Chiron said, and murmurs spread at his next words. "They have called for a quest to find an ancient ally who could be of great help to us in the coming conflicts. It is to be led by Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus. Thalia, another person from the camp and the lieutenant of the Hunters of Artemis will go in search of Perseus, a man from the ancient times."

Annabeth raised her hand while Thalia was suddenly very excited and everyone was staring at her. Chiron nodded and the young demigoddess asked, "You don't mean Perseus, Son of Zeus, Slayer of Medusa and the Kraken? He's long dead, isn't he?"

Chiron smiled and shook his head "No, but it isn't surprising that you've never heard of him. Perseus, or Percy as he preferred to be called, thought it better that his story remain obscure. But the gods have allowed me to tell it, as it may be important to your quest."

"Is he named after Perseus? Is he also a demigod of old times?" asked Annabeth.

"No child, Perseus is named after him and he is not a demigod either. He is not even partly human, but is as much of a monster as I am."

The campers' eyes grew wide and they all listened to the old Centaur as he began the story. "Listen carefully children, as I now tell you for the first time the story of Perseus, the Silver-Eyed Wolf. The most dangerous individual in this world that is not constrained by Ancient Laws. Today I tell you the story of the son of Lycaon, the first werewolf and Artemis, the Goddess of the Hunt...

... Like all great stories, Percy's starts small, with his birth in more or less the year 665 BCE. It was a cold and rainy night in Ancient Greece. Lightning flashed in the distance and the inhabitants of Arcardia sought shelter in their houses. The trees swayed in the wind. In the shade of these trees, deep in the forest stood a lonely tent, from which heavy breathing and sobbing could be heard.

These sounds were emitted by Artemis. Sweat ran down her forehead and she looked down at the bundle in her arms.

Silver eyes looked into a second pair, so similar to her own. Artmis smiled faintly as her son looked up at her and held out his hand. Artemis held one of her fingers to his smaller hand, which clasped it with a surprisingly firm grip and stared at it curiously. He had, unlike her, an approach of dark black hair, something that hurt her heart, knowing he had it from his father.

He looked back up at his mother as something hit him in the face.

"I am so infinitely sorry, Perseus," Artemis whispered, gently wiping the tear from her son's cheek with one finger. "I swear, by all the gods, if I could I would keep you with me, but I have no choice." Perseus giggled as she touched his face and reached out again for his mother. To his delight, the goddess took him in her arms and walked outside with him. His pleasure turned to confusion and then to fear as Artemis carried him further through the rainy night and through the forest. The wind continued to howl and trees swayed about. Artemis reached the edge of the forest just as the rain took a brief pause and the cloud cover finally broke a bit.

Moonlight illuminated the two figures, but instead of rain, tears streamed down Artemis' face. "I'm sorry, son. May the Fates bring us together again one day. I swear on the River Styx that I will find you again, my son."

She laid him at the foot of a tree that formed the boundary of the forest and leaned down to press one last kiss to his forehead. "Survive and grow strong, Perseus. You don't know it, and maybe you never will, but never doubt that I love you, Percy." Moonlight lit his face and Percy squinted his eyes for a moment before getting used to it, but when he did his mother was gone. Cold seemed to spread through his small body and Percy cried out for his mother's warmth. The moonlight grew brighter and a silvery light illuminated the area.

A pair of silver eyes looked into his and for a moment, he had hope his mother had come back for him. But these eyes were different, a slightly darker silver mixed with some gray, but the biggest difference was that these eyes seemed much older.

"Huh, well who are you?" asked the soft voice of a woman. She leaned down to him and looked at the baby in front of her. "Oh you poor thing, who would just leave you in the forest like that?" She noticed the embroidery on the cloth he was wrapped in. In silver letters it said Perseus.

"Perseus. What a beautiful name," she said, taking him in her arms. Percy instinctively snuggled up to her, enjoying her warmth. "Suits your beautiful eyes. I've only seen this silver once, but it can't really be. Surely she would never... But how could it be otherwise. But looks like she left you here alone, poor you." She closed her arms tighter and lifted him to her. "But you're not alone now, Perseus," she whispered, and Percy's eyes slowly but surely fell shut from exhaustion.

"I am Selene and don't worry, Perseus. I'll take care of you from now on," was the last thing Percy heard before he fell asleep. While Selene carried him to her moon chariot, which had landed not far from them, since the next day would soon begin anyway, Percy wiggled in her arms in his sleep.

"Sshhh. All is well." whispered Selene, cradling him in her arms. She wanted to press another light kiss to his cheek, closing her eyes, but snapped them open in surprise when she touched fur instead of skin. In her arms now lay a sleeping wolf pup, his fur as black as the night. Surprisingly, he also had two tails, which made it clear that this was also not a normal wolf or werewolf.

"This night truly could not have been more unusual." Selene muttered, as the wolf pup turned to the other side in his sleep and transformed back into the human-looking baby before her eyes, while she mounted her chariot to finish her rounds quickly before daybreak.

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