It has been made clear to me that the story may be hard to read, so I would like to clear up a few issues. This story is going to be sort of related to what happens in the series, so quite a bit is going to be the same. I also have plans to change a lot to fit in how my OC Demi-god exists in this fic, some of these changes have already been written in, as well as changing interactions between him and Emma Tyler. She is also an OC, so a lot of it will be changed around her when we get really into the story. Since this is also a marvel crossover fic, that will play into it quite a bit. Clint has a rather big part to play throughout it, as well as the series I have planned. As for dialogue, I have tried to make that as clear as possible who is speaking. I will either have who said what right after the sentence, or I will have an action written behind it, to show who spoke. I hope this clears up any confusion someone might have, and I hope you enjoy the story. All feedback is accepted, but keep it respectful.
The Demi-god Chronicles
Prologue:
It was midnight in Queens, and the recent thunderstorms that had wreaked havoc much of the day had ceased. The air still smelled like rain and ozone, and the city glistened with the droplets of rain left behind. The people walking back and forth had been unnerved by the violent storms. But the lone figure standing on the darkened street paid no mind to its circumstances or the glowing buildings across the river. Her gaze was locked on a man and a woman walking up the block. At the end of the street, the orphanage loomed, but it was not there that their destination lay. The woman was tasked with changing that. She raised her hand, and the air rippled with a snap of her fingers. The Mist snaked through the air and reached the couple. They both halted in their tracks while the magic spread through them. The woman grabbed her husband's arm, exchanging several words between them. With a gesture, she eagerly led him into the orphanage. The woman smiled, watching as the doors closed behind them, knowing her work here was done. She disappeared in a black cloud, none of the mortals aware of the presence that had been there. She reappeared in a forest clearing, where two individuals were waiting. One was a tall, lean young man, and a faint golden aura surrounded him. Blonde hair shone in the moonlight, and his blue eyes immediately met hers. The other held more authority over the situation than the man, however. Her auburn hair hung uncharacteristically around her bare shoulders. Despite the chill this December night, her chiton was seemingly sufficient. Her silver eyes pierced the night, glowing with immense power. Hecate felt the very air around her change, and she knew without a shadow of a doubt this was not her domain. The twins were powerful in their own right, but on the night of the Winter Solstice, the silver-eyed goddess was even more so.
"Is it done?"
"Yes. The mortal family you wanted is adopting the boy." The blonde-haired man spoke, addressing his sister.
"The boy should never have been born; you know what this means. Is this the best course of action? I have seen the boy's role in the prophecy. With a mortal family, the dangers could be even more dire. He would be safer with Chiron behind the border." Her piercing gaze turned to her brother, anger making the silver glow even brighter.
"I am aware of the consequences my actions may have brought. Nonetheless, he is my son, my only child. With the loss of his human father, I took action. And I have never broken my oath, despite whatever lies Aphrodite has spread thus far. A baring of souls gave life to him, and I would change nothing. I will watch over him in accordance with the ancient laws, Apollo. All I ask is that when it comes a time, please guide your nephew." Apollo locked eyes with his sister, a sigh escaping his lips.
"I will do what I can, sister. But you've seen the countless outcomes that befall our children."
"I know the risks and where the path of avenging will lead, my son. But the mortal family has a child of their own. He will aid my son in the future." Apollo stared up incredulously at his sister, and Hecate chose at that moment to leave, a dark cloud evaporating on the wind.
"You've spoken with the Oracle behind my back? Artemis..." The moon goddess approached her twin and rested a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"I have. The ancient laws do not prevent me from doing so, but I only learned of what he will become." Artemis looked down, and if Apollo wasn't looking, he would've missed the smile that played on her lips.
"I wish I could've met the mortal who managed to catch your eye." "As do I." Apollo could've sworn he saw a tear faintly trace down her cheek. Apollo gently grasped her shoulders, the other hand wiping away the tear. "What is the name of my nephew?" "You mean to tell me you've consulted the Oracle, but you don't know his name?" "I wanted you to tell me, sister." Artemis smiled, spreading warmth regardless of the winter chill around them. "His name... is Grayson Clarke."