A/N: Well, here's another chapter corrected/fixed. I'd suggest re-reading it if you already have because I changed the beginning a lot, and it will have an effect later in the story. Thanks again, guys. Please PM me any grammatical mistakes or holes left open. Same thing with questions, comments, and concerns.


Chapter 3: Your Decision Is Final

Percy was fighting a group of empousai. They had lured a young demi-god out and away from his family and they were currently trying to kill him. Perseus had spent the last year hunting for demi-gods of both the Greeks and the Romans and brought them to their camps. The group of empousai charged at Percy who decapitated the first one, stabbed the second one through the chest, and finished off the last one with a quick slash to the back.

"Who are you?" the boy asked, clearly bewildered at what had just completely wrecked what had been his semi-normal life. The boy seemed so harmless, so innocent, that Percy told him his name.

"I'm Percy, I am going to take you back to Camp Half-Blood. It's only about ten miles from here, so we can get there by dinner time. The duo set off at a brisk pace and they quickened when they felt hunger gnaw at their bellies. Percy was about to enter camp when he realized he would see her again. But he didn't have any food so he had no choice. He made himself look different so nobody would recognize him. The boy's name was Troy and he was also a son of Amphitrite. Percy couldn't believe that his dad's wife had an affair, but after thinking about it for a few minutes he wasn't too surprised.

"Troy, promise me you won't tell anyone who I am," Percy asked the young demi-god, not wanting his identity revealed.

"Okay, Percy. What should I call you then?"

"Call me Jordan."

"Okay, Jordan," Troy said, "I can do that for you." The two arrived in camp and immediately went to the pavilion to eat. Percy sacrificed some of his food to his dad while Troy didn't understand what the campers were doing. He just sat at the Hermes' table to eat. As Percy finished his food a summons came from Lord Zeus.

"Perseus Jackson, I have given you one year to think about what you wish to do. I require your answer," Zeus boomed.

"Of course, my lord. I wish to continue helping demi-gods," Percy stated bluntly, "With your approval I would do this until I am unfit for this responsibility." Zeus noticed how his voice was still after all this time emotionless. It was as if he still had given up on love.

Zeus was mulling this choice over and when he decided he would agree he announced, "Very well, your decision is final and cannot be changed. You will be the guardian of demi-gods whom you come across. I have decided to keep you anonymous if you wish it."

"I will remain anonymous, my lord," Percy responded in the same dead voice. Zeus proceeded to bless the Guardian with new equipment. In this was a powered glider for him to use as well as the ability to sense demi-gods.

When Percy asked about it Zeus just said, "You need to be able to travel fast without the ocean nearby, no?" Percy thanked him and as he turned to leave Zeus said one last thing, "Beware Perseus, for the others will believe that you are dead."

"That works for me, Lord Zeus." Percy then turned and left the throne room thinking about what his new name would be. He thought that taking the last names from his Math teacher and her sub on the last day of school would be nice. Thus Jordan McCormick was born.

Jordan arrived in Chicago later that day; it felt freeing for him to no longer be tied with his old life. That man was useless, bogged down by emotions such as love and friendship. Now he was Jordan, a man on a mission, willing to do whatever was necessary to help the demi-gods that need it. He picked up a powerful presence in the city which is what attracted him there. It was pulling on him; it was sensing his purpose and guiding him. Jordan walked through the downtrodden streets in Chicago looking for his first charge. He found her in an alley with two men. They were trying to tear the poor girl's clothes off. Jordan couldn't let this happen, so he walked up to each of the mortals and hit each of them in rapid succession. This effectively decked them so they weren't a threat. As he kneeled down to look at the girl properly, she flinched. It seems she expected him to do something that was against his moral code.

"Hello, little one, my name is Jordan. What is your name?" Jordan asked her in a soft voice, she couldn't be afraid of him.

"My name is Lora," she said, "Are you going to hurt me too?"

"No, Lora, I won't. Trust me, I wish to help you," he told her.

Lora seemed to relax, which told Jordan he did something right, "Have you ever heard of the old Greek gods?" he asked her, thunder rumbled. Zeus didn't like to be called old.

"My friends talk about them all the time. They all think they still exist. I don't think they do," Lora said confidently.

"Oh? Then I must not exist," Jordan said, "My father is one of those gods and I'm pretty sure I'm standing right here."

"Really? You're related to them?" Lora said skeptically, "Where's your proof?" Jordan used his powers to gather up water out of the sewage pipe and then have it form a watery version of Lora.

"This is so cool!" she exclaimed, "I believe you, Jordan!" He smiled, glad that she believed him. Jordan knew exactly where he was going to bring her. The Hunters of Artemis.

"C'mon Lora, we are going to go to the Hunters of Artemis," he told her.

"Aren't they the girls who swear to never fall in love?" the girl questioned.

"Yeah, they are," Jordan said.

"Good, I don't need a boyfriend."

When Jordan showed her his glider Lora was scared to get on. After a few minutes Jordan managed to convince her it was safe. Almost as if by Fate, the Hunters were only a few miles south of Chicago. Jordan sensed the mass of demi-goddesses and Artemis herself. Jordan pulled his hood up as the glider powered up to fly to the Hunters' camp.

"Hold on tight, Lora. We are about to land!" Jordan told her. He felt her arms get tighter around him as they landed.

"Okay!" he heard her yell over the wind. As they dropped down in the middle of the camp the Hunters jumped up and pointed their bows at him.

"Calm down, ladies. I am bringing a girl for you. Her name is Lora, daughter of Poseidon," Jordan spoke quickly, hoping to avoid getting shot. He saw Thalia's eyes gain a pained look. They must be searching for me, Jordan mused.

Artemis appeared just as he was about to leave and she demanded to know who he was.

"I'm Jordan McCormick, Lady Artemis," he told her.

"Why aren't we allowed to see your face, boy? Who is your godly parent?" she ordered him answer when he clammed up.

"I do not feel like revealing my face to you, I am the son of none, my lady," he answered cryptically. Why would she care anyways?

"Your voice sounds familiar, like a man I know. We are searching for him, do you have any information on his whereabouts?"

"No, my lady," with that Jordan turned to leave but an arrow just missed him, "You do not want to fight me."

"Then take down your hood, Percy!" Thalia's voice rang out, "Prove you're not him! You sound just like him!" Jordan pulled down his hood and Thalia immediately apologized. The only similarity between him and his old self were his sea green eyes. Jordan had brown hair instead of jet black.

"Bye your leave, my lady," Jordan dismissed himself as he tried to turn around again, but Lora was holding onto him trying to say her goodbyes.

"Good bye, brother," she said a little loud, "You are a son of Poseidon right?"

"I was once," Jordan replied, "Not anymore. Good bye Lora." Jordan powered up his glider and took off. He had more demi-gods to find. Jordan found himself reminiscing about his past life, the one as Perseus Jackson.

-Flashback-

"Wait up, Seaweed Brain!" a girl cried out. She was a daughter of Athena, but she wasn't Annabeth. This was during the time Percy still existed instead of Jordan. They were in a forest near Camp Half-Blood. He had been taking her there and as they crested the hill he had to say his good byes. Percy was not entering that gods-forsaken place any time soon.

"Good bye Amy, I cannot go with you past this point, it would be too painful." Percy said to the ten year old Amy.

"Why though?" she asked him, "You've never told me what happened to make you not want to go in there."

"Let's just say my ex-girlfriend did something really horrible, okay?" he said tiredly, Percy did not want to explain just then. Thankfully Amy didn't push the question any further and went with his answer. He said good bye to Amy again as she began to tear up.

"Good bye, Percy," she sobbed, "I love you like a brother. A brother I don't want to lose."

Percy smiled, a little happy that she had a 'sister', "I love you like my sister, Amy. Now go on, and go join your fellow campers."

-Flashback End-

Jordan realized that he felt like this now as he left Lora. He loved her, and she really was his sister. Apparently she inherited some of her mother's genes though because Jordan wouldn't have put two and two together to figure out their relation. He smiled, maybe life wasn't so bad anymore. The sky started to darken as it was getting late. Jordan set up camp near San Francisco. He sensed a demi-god's presence in near there and he prayed to all the gods that this was a Roman demi-god. Jordan wanted to spend some time at Camp Jupiter, he hadn't seen Reyna and the others in a while. Last he knew the praetor position was still open. Maybe he could assimilate into the Camp and retake his position. Jordan thought for a second, no he couldn't. His new life mattered now. There are demi-gods that need him out there. He couldn't leave them for selfish pleasures now. As night fell Jordan slept in his tent dreaming about the many possible ways tomorrow could go.

When Jordan awoke, the sun was shining through his tent flap and it was time to go. He folded up his tent and placed it in its case. Jordan took his time by walking to San Francisco; he didn't want to fly there and have to use the mist to cover his ass. After a fifteen minute walk he was right at San Francisco's city center. The tug of the demi-god's presence was strong. He went towards it and gave a yell of surprise as a golden net fell across him and he was teleported to the camp of the Hunters' of Artemis.


A/N: Well here is the third chapter! I am trying to build up my chapter lengths, I'm hoping to get up to around 3000 words a chapter by the end of this story whenever that may be. I plan on calling Percy Jordan until he is discovered to be Percy, I was not trying to confuse anybody. Please read and review, it would make my day!