Dropped Subjects
Percy
Never again will we know his name. Those were the seven words perfectly describe the time a man took fate into his own night that our hero Perseus Jackson had fallen from his pedestal, to a mere forgotten detail. We know that it is the victors who writes our history. But for this drastic of a change too happen, we would have to rewrite the past. In his place stood Thomas Knopps. Thomas, if found at the same time as Perseus, would have been a near perfect copy of him. Loyal to a fault, control of his pride. Everything Perseus was he could have been. This is the first time since the Creator had bestowed this job upon us that history has had to be rewritten. I guess that is for reasons unknown to us. As us Three Fates no longer have control or Percy Jackson,The Forgotten Mortal.
Garrison Minnesota
As I sat walked on the beach alongside the road, I couldn't help but feel nostalgia. I had been away from that world for three years, but Garrison felt so much like camp. The locals didn't question my moving here. After all, in a small town, you are bound by the fact that everyone knows each other. No crossing one single person, as the whole town will hear of it. I had come to Garrison to clear my mind. The population is under 300 and is close to water. I have decided to just grow my hair out to hide the Red Tears under my eyes and still only long sleeves and hoodies to hide the rings on my wrists. Over the past three years, I learned that after requesting my memory being removed from everyone, I no longer have control over the water. I may still feel at home when closest to water, but the pull isn't as strong as before. The rings on my wrists summoned two blood red blades. The Tears seemed to affect the way I manipulate the mist. I no longer used make up to hide my scars. As I just manipulate the area around my body to look different. I still trained with these two new blades in hopes that if I ever run into my past, I'll be able to cut right past it.
As I had finished my walk and thought, and started heading back to my cabin. Soon I had walked by a clad of tourists. All wearing clothes that indicated that they spent most of their time outdoors. I wouldn't have had a care if it weren't for a single face that I hadn't forgotten. Thalia, lieutenant of the Hunt, Daughter of Zeus, and my former cousin. I had only hoped that the first time they saw me would be the last they remembered of me. Sadly, fate never goes my way. As she noticed the I had tried going around the group and called me out.
"Hey, Jackson, you trying to avoid us again." After she sad that, the group of 30 hunters turned their eyes to me.
"Eh, oh hey Thals. Didn't recognize yah." I responded as casually as possible, inching away from the group of Hunters. Knowing what they did last time a guy tried to hold a conversation with them. Once again she noticed and decided to block my path. And with a snap of her fingers, the rest of the Hunters circled me.
"So Pierce, how long do you think you can avoid us?" she taunted. I mentally laughed at my attempt of creating a new name for myself. Jackson Pierce, a simple small town guy who happened to be a clear sighted mortal. If you didn't know, the gods have been looking for any clear sighted mortal. That is how I hold my life as of now. A simple mortal on the run from the Hunt. Yea it doesn't work out too well for me.
"Don't you have any other targets to go after Huntress. As much as I would love to be chased around Lake Mille Lacs, I actually have a daily life of a simple small town guy to return to." Fat chance of me returning to that. Especially from what I remember from last time.
Flashback
I through the woods that I have began to call home as I was being chased by the Hunters. Nets and traps flying by in an attempt to gather more clear sighted mortals. I have no idea why they are even looking for mortals that can look past the mist, but I clearly did not want to be dragged back into the Greek Pantheon. By now I have run a 10k and some of the Hunters have relented, while the prideful ones kept chasing. By the marathon mark only one Hunter was left. Thalia, having grown tired of mindlessly chasing me, took out her shield and threw. I then dropped into a roll to dodge, to end up with a arrow pointed at my chin. I twisted and snatched the arrow out of her hand and threw it towards a tree, just to end up with a spear in front of my face.
"C'mon now boy, what else can you do, first a marathon without breaking a sweat, finally reflexes to rival us Hunters, show me what you got." At this I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had been living in Garrison for less than a month. And yet here these Hunters are. I started backing up thinking of ways out of this situation, until I was charged by Thalia. I rolled out of the way to find a knife thrown at my feet. At this I looked up, seeing a burning desire to fight. As I realized that I had no way out besides to fight. Grabbing the knife, I took a stance and braced myself for defeat.
Flashback End
I may love to run, but to do this on a weekly basis takes a toll on a mortal body. So I instead did what any other idiot would have done.
"Fine, you win. I'll come quietly." I sighed in defeat. For this facade of being a mortal to just disappear after three years was disappointing. As the group of Hunters glared at me as they walked me to their camp, I couldn't help but mentally laugh at the situation. As this reminded me of when we had gone to get Nico and Bianca from that damn private school. As we got edge of the woods, there was a flash of light, and in front of me stood a 22 year old Goddess of the Hunt.
Artemis
I had been guiding several of the clear sighted mortals around Camp Clear when I had received a message from Thalia. Saying that they had found the mortal that had been eluding us for the past three years. Jackson Pierce huh. I didn't even realize that I had been rubbing my temples when I thought of that name. But why, so I flashed over to the Hunters to make sure that none of them were injured this time. Because despite being a mortal, he seems to have a past of fighting others. I don't know what he fought but it had to have toughened him up enough to take on my Hunters. When I arrived, I was met with a unexpected sight. A toned College student that was surrounded by all of my Hunters. He had Brown hair, a pale white skin tone. Hair that covered his eyes and when past his ears. About 6'1". I couldn't help but wonder how a average looking guy could fight the way Thalia described in her word, "a demon".
"Thalia, is this the mortal that you have been looking for?" I asked.
"Yes it is Milady, he had been evading us for a good three years, but we are the Hunt, and never fail to capture." The boy didn't even cringe from the way we were speaking of him. But he did have a air of defiance. Something he and Thalia shared.
"Boy, I will give you a choice as you seem to be different from the rest of the mortals we have found. You will come with me to Olympus, or fight each Hunter here for freedom." as I finished my statement, his eyes darkened at the mention of Olympus, but brightened once again at the mention of freedom. All of a sudden the winds around us picked up. And two red blades appeared in his hands.
"With this, I expect you to know my answer Lady Artemis." as he got into a stance, I couldn't help but admire his form. I could tell that he wasn't new to using those blades, but he also wasn't new to fighting for his life. Phoebe was the first to step up to fight him. The instant she stepped up however, he stabbed both of this blades into the ground. As the circle of Hunters surrounding him held a questioning look, he got into a stance and held a cocky smile. The same thought that a pride of man will be wounded once again. After phoebe charged, I didn't even see him move, but phoebe just collapsed. I had felt a surge of power emit into the air. But it was clear to me that this wasn't a mere mortal. He was probably something more dangerous. I then stepped up, hoping to bring him to Olympus for Trial. He then froze in his spot with guilt building up in his eyes. Not even waiting for him to ready, I charged, hoping to end this quickly.
Percy/Jackson
I had caused the Goddess of the Hunt herself to challenge me. I knew that they had been looking for mortals. But I didn't know that they had been this desperate. I would have held my ground if it weren't for the fact that I promised myself that I would avoid all gods and immortal deities. I ducked under her blow in hopes that I could trip her up. For her to only jump over me and take a slash at the back of my neck. I then flattened myself to the ground to avoid the slash, turned around hopped up and held my handing above my head. I may be able to take on Titans, but that was back when I had a cause to fight for. But for a selfish reason of escape I couldn't handle it. I just surrendered there. In hopes that my punishment would be minimal. I was instead knocked out.
(Some time later)
I awoke on the floor of a room that I thought I would never see again. The floor of the Throne room. As I looked around, I saw 14 seats of power instead of 12. I then realized that Hestia and Hades must have been granted thrones here on Olympus. As I continued to look around blankly, 14 perfectly timed flashed occurred around me. After blinking away the brightness, I saw each god around me staring with a curiosity. This couldn't be any good. Before I could say a single word, I heard Zeus's voice boom out.
"Jackson Pierce, you have been brought here today due to a recent revelations. A Prophecy has been given to us directly by the Fates. Saying that a mere mortal will save us. Despite how horrendous that sounds, the last time we had attempted to go against Fate, we almost lost our thrones. So we now ask you, are you a mortal, or something different?" I couldn't believe it. I was being dragged back into this world, without my consent, the world I had been forever hiding from. Despite have rewritten the past, I still can't avoid the path of the Hero. With my emotion building up, I didn't even notice the Red glow around me. Wisps of energy falling off and scorching the floor below. I didn't notice that Zeus had prepared his Master bolt and Hurled it at me. I didn't notice that bolt had been stopped from one of the falling wisps. I didn't notice the explosion, the area around me being baked in the heat. I didn't notice anything. I just fell to my knees. Cursing every deity I knew of. Wondering why I was born to such a accursed fate.
Hello, Deadly here. And I don't know whether to be disappointed in this chapter or proud. I think I covered what I felt I needed to cover in here. But I probably forgot something. So if seems scattered tell me. I will revise it to make it fit. But yea don't expect a perfect update on Mondays. I may update a day early or late depending on the mood I'm in. Gotta love being a Teen yah know. But to the few of you who remembered me, or still followed this dead writer, I thank you. So till next week my fellow comrades.
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