So this is my first fanfiction story. I had another one that I removed because I'm not sure about it. This is actually a harem story but it will take a while for that to actually happen. I hope to be able to continously update it at least once a week, but we'll see about that. I hope you guys enjoy the story and feel free to send constructive criticsm, but let's not go to town on the insults? My heart probably couldn't take it. Have fun reading!
Perseus 'Percy' Jackson.
This name inspired those that fought alongside him. He could bring out the best in those that he knew. He was kind and powerful and was a force of good. He was loyal to those he loved and wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice himself if it meant saving his loved ones. He was a hero who led the demigods through two wars and several skirmishes. He was an example of what it meant to be 'good.' He was simply a man far too kind for his own good.
Perseus 'Percy' Jackson.
This name struck fear in the hearts of those who angered him. He was a force to be reckoned with, a man without limits. Before his dip in the River of Styx, his powers were on par with the gods, and his skill with a blade was unmatched. After that, he was just unbeatable. Rumors spread of his ability to control liquids that even his father couldn't. He was powerful, exceptionally so. Ironically, he was a monster in war. He'd led the Olympian forces through two wars and had won even with the worst odds. He was simply a man too strong for his own good.
It's why the world both cried and rejoiced when he disappeared from his cabin at Camp Half-Blood. No one saw him leave, speculating about his being kidnapped. The gods ignored this, believing their hero had taken a break from the mythological world. The fallout was massive when Hades identified the souls of Percy's mortal parents entering his realm. The Olympians sent out enormous search parties to find their missing hero, and tears were shed as time passed. Both camps searched relentlessly, never stopping as they tried to locate the one they admired the most. The enemies of Olympus, however, laughed with glee. Their main enemy had vanished. They became bolder, attacking more often without consequence. Fewer and fewer demigods were making it to either camp. War was on the horizon.
Elsewhere in a secluded forest, the Hunters of Artemis blinked in confusion at the sound of a baby's cry. They'd simply been patrolling the surrounding woods and had returned to find a sleeping baby covered in several layers of wool. The girl was awoken by a young but curious huntress but had quickly developed a bond with the Hunter's patron, Artemis, god of the Hunt and Wild. Try as they might, though, nothing could become of the girl's identity. She was a mortal, with no resemblance to any that the Hunt had met before. She had dark brown tufts of hair sprouting from her head and a lighter shade of hazel eyes. The Hunt and Apollo, who they went to for help, did not have the slightest clue who this girl was. So they adopted her. They named her Tierra, a reference to her constant thieving of the tiara that the Lieutenant of the Hunt wore, Thalia Grace. After Artemis, Tierra loved Thalia, and vice versa. They were inseparable when Thalia wasn't on duty, and even Hunt's cold hearts were warmed when they watched their spunky Lieutenant laugh with glee. They would allow the girl to age, then eventually ask if she wished to remain with the Hunt. Only time would tell.
Time eventually did pass. As the years passed, those of the Seven were granted immortality alongside the war's key players against Gaea. Annabeth never gave up searching for the one she loved, the others aiding her when they could. Tierra grew up into a beautiful woman and was inducted into the Hunt at the age of fourteen. The leaders of the camps constantly searched for the hero, but the trail was simply dead. Amidst the chaos of Percy's disappearance with his parent's death, no one thought to ask about a vital fact. What had happened to Percy's sister?