So I hear you lot want to know the, quote "Back ground" of this story. Well other than the fact that you've now realized I am writing these stories in advance, I'd also like to inform you that, the history of this story is very will the plot of this story, I WILL explaining all the lore, in fact I will examine it through the characters, but for now, be patient.

2+ years later: I'm back and I'm fully determined to publish every goddamn chapter I have reserved! That's about 8, last I checked. But, sadly, the last two betas I've contacted rejected me :'(

P.S. For some unknown reason, I'm considering finally reading the HoO series, but I feel totes weird reading them in my judgmental, professional setting. But who knows, maybe I'll finally expand my horizons and add a few more chars to my little ficles.

Peril Awaits

One bright sunny morning, the clouds were high and thin, the wind blew like whispers through Percy's hair, was it summer, no autumn, maybe? But that didn't matter, what did was the blurry morning glare, the radiant warmth that enveloped his skin as he lay there, arms beside him, eyes closed surrounded by orange and yellow mix through his lids.

Beside him was someone else, maybe his mother? Or even Luke, holding his hand, fingers intertwined like a gentle knot. What beautiful warmth to lace his clothing and toast his cheeks.

"Perseus…?" A voice called out, the boy opened one eye as response.

"Hm?"

"Are you truly—…" The voice muffled, covered by the whispering wind, Percy tilted his head back, he didn't mind missing those words, he could easily ask again in a moment if the wind so chose to cooperate. "… Even your father?"

What was that? Percy opened his other eye and turned his head, the light shined in his view, covering the person's face. What about father?

"Perseus!" A deeper voice called, a strong and bold voice. Percy looked up, seeing the green field upside-down, before anything else; a glittering light caught his eyes, the river's gleam, sky blue and shine with webs of white.

That same color now arose around Percy, tired and panting, surrounded by blue and white. The mesmerizing waves and folds wrapped around him, pushing and pulling him upwards, it engulfed him. One thing remained; he couldn't see his body, nor hear his breath, but one solid grip held onto him, tightly, squeezing his right hand, not as hard as before in the field of green.

A rumble shook around him, he couldn't't feel it, but he could feel it, like clattering rocks. The old language, ones of titans in myths and folk tales, ones that Percy had the bittersweet privilege to learn.

Well, that was an overstatement, he never truly learned the Old Tongue, not fully anyway, but he could understand some, Like whole new words, there simply wasn't't any form of translations.

Roughly, those words that were spoken sounded like questions, demands. "Where?" maybe even "Why to" or "How was that." Hard to say, but the clatter grew fainter and fainter, maybe gone, melted into the mute swirls. But his muscles claimed otherwise, his fingers twitched, ready for action, the very hairs on the back of his neck rose and stood.

Clatter! Like banging two rocks together, words that truly frightened Percy.

"There!" It had shouted.

The spur of colors pealed apart like a curtain, a mass, ghostly almost, reached for Percy.

Like mist, the arms circled him, the black mist grinned and tighten its grip, however something confusing occurred. Another light shone in the colorful mess, a golden light, wrapping around Percy like a belt, a very big belt. The light was transparent, but easily defined, a spell, like a lock, a relatively complex one at that. The lock was like nothing Percy had ever seen before, nothing that Luke had ever taught, maybe once, when Percy peaked into his mother's collection of seals.

However, what truly baffled Percy was the mist, the shadowy figure shook, its arms dissipated into nothing and the thing retreated though the curtains.

"Per-!"

His right hand flew up, a strong tug pulled him away from the light and everything turned dark. The lights shut off, and he fell, not too far, thankfully. But that didn't't mean his butt was happy with the landing, nor was his front as his body was squashed by another.

"O-Ow." Percy moaned out, the weight slid off him and rolled to the side.

"Ow." The person had answered.

Percy turned his head; beside him was Annabeth, her hair matted around her like a blanket. Their hands still locked together.

"Are you alright?" He asked absently, his mind racing as they tried to restore the blackness he was left to.

"A bit on the blind side." She grunted, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. "But, just fin—" Annabeth shot up, she jerked her hands upward, pulling Percy up as well. "W-W-What's going on!" Her mind seemed to have cleared enough to ask.

"I was trying to rescue you." Percy rubbed the back of his head. "And it worked." He smiled real wide.

Annabeth tore her hand away from his.

"Where are we? What's happening?" She began to panic, which wasn't good; Percy hated working under pressure.

"Hey." He pressed his index finger to her lips and shushed. A trick that always worked for him, but—

Annabeth glared at the silly gesture and tried to chop off Percy's finger.

"I'm not a kid, don't treat me like I'm stupid." She frowned, but she wasn't truly angry, that was obvious.

"Sorry." Percy pulled his finger back. He turned his head and tried to get a good look at the surrounding, hard to tell, there's grass underneath them, so they weren't in any form of civilization, trees, and bushes. Nothing indicating a city or town, so they're either out of Olympia or they're trapped in Zeus's garden. However the trees were further apart, the moon's grace illuminated the field with gentle ease.

No tremors of earthquakes, so not anywhere near Olympia, or maybe his father was faaaaarrr deeper a sleeper than Percy had thought.

But most importantly, it was only the two of them, which means Luke hadn't traveled with them.

"I think we should—" Percy turned to blank air, he jumped up and jerked his head from side to side, the curled blond squatted down near the river to the left of Percy. "Hey! Don't go running off!"

He jogged after her, his lips flattened by annoyance.

"I said—" His voice died out when he noticed the object of which caught Annabeth's attention, a beautiful bed of flowers, light blue and glowing in the moon's light. "Lec Deva." He whispered.

"Yup." Annabeth cradled one in her hands. "They a symbol of 'key.' It's a sacred flower."

"Hm? What does that mean?"

"It means, dumb dumb," Annabeth glanced over her shoulders and smirked. "A key stone to victory, or a key factor that overpowers the greatest might, or knowledge over power, or—"

"Hope." Percy cut her off.

For a moment Annabeth furled her brows, taken back that he actually knew that.

"I'm sorry," Percy shook his head. "I was just mumbling." A grunt, Percy fell to one knee, he gripped his head as the vibration of pain throbbed him, spearing through his head, like electrical currents. "Gah…"

"Are you alright?" Annabeth turned around and held Percy's shoulder. "What's going on, are you dying?!"

"Not quite yet." He chuckled. The pain subsided. "It's natural, I think it has something to do with when I fell down from Luke's back years ago."

"Who?" Annabeth loosened her grip.

"Luke's my caretaker." Percy smiled trembled as he imagined Luke's reaction to all this.

"Ha, I'd hate to have him here now." Annabeth said after a look at Percy's worn clothes and torn pants.

"Ahh," Percy touched the tear on the side of his black pants, no damages to him it seems.

"We should get a move on, before the wildlife finds us." Annabeth smiled when Percy frowned.

"I heard they're growing feistier and restless." Percy mumbled as they got up. "Let's try to avoid any interactions." Annabeth gave a look, like a devious smirk.

"But first, let's wash up." They sprayed water from the river over themselves and washed away the grim from either running or simply not showering. Then Percy dried the water from their clothes into mist.

Annabeth giggled as the mist escaped from her sleeves and collar.

"Tickles." She laughed.

"I don't really use it often." Percy rubbed his arm. "No one lets me."

"I can tell." Annabeth dragged her fingers down her dry face. "Doesn't matter, I've been through worst…" Annabeth and Percy stared at each other and blinked. "Did I just say—"

"Yeah." Percy's head snapped to the side, on the opposite side of the river was where the forest lies, however before them was a black figure, a dark bundle that crouched low to the ground.

Percy gripped his sword, strapped to his thighs. His hand rose to pull Annabeth behind him, he sighed out a hiss, "Shhhh." All the while his eyes were glued to the animal. Maybe they could catch it by surprise…

The black mass rose to its full form, a 7 feet tall bear, with overly large grizzly hands twice the size of its head, and curved claws like black stone. Its fur was a dark brown, mending into the darkness of the night.

Or maybe not.

Its head turned to them, the eyes gleamed in the moon, and it howled out, hot vapor leaking from its muzzle.

"Run!" Percy patted Annabeth to the side, and quickly followed. The large bear lowered to all fours and pounded, drawing dread from Percy, towards them.

It was obvious that the monster was clearly faster than the two, with wide leaps and powerfully large hands; there was no way to escape it. So instead of running away with Annabeth, Percy changed directions, running head on for the monster.

"Percy!" Annabeth had called out.

"Keep going!" Percy shouted without looking, his voice compelled Annabeth to obey, maybe because he had saved her once, she'd hope he'd do it a second time.

The monster met with Percy, its large claws swung upwards from the ground. Percy dropped to the side, rolling aside the swing. He tugged at the sword but realized he had no time to unsheathe, the bear turned and swiped again, Percy twisted, bringing his foot up and landed on the bear claw, the monster swung and propelled Percy up and off the ground.

He landed a good distance away, in a crouch, legs numb, breath frozen in fear. Luck, pure luck. He gulped and pulled out his blade, holding it loosely in one hand. There before him was the greatest challenge he had ever faced, sparring with Luke was completely different, there was a sense of safety, he knew that Luke would never cut him or hit too hard, but this monster has no limitations. Anything could happen. He could…

The beast jumped, brandishing its claws when a pillar of yellow rose from the ground and slammed into the monster in the side and threw it to the ground away from Percy.

"Percy!" Annabeth yelled. "Get yourself together!" Her arms were held up in front of her, her breathing seemed jagged.

Tightening his grip on his blade, Percy stood up. A knight never backs down, he never gives up, fight to the death!

Percy charged the monster as it wobbled back up. There was no turning back now, he had to fight, he always wanted to become a knight, was this what it meant to become a knight? To battle these vicious monsters, to never run away from a life-or-death situation?

It doesn't matter! I must fight!

The bear swiped its claws horizontally, Percy ducked pass the swipe and swirled around, cutting the monster's back. An unexpectedly long tail swiped at Percy; luckily his muscles pulled him away before the sharp point pierced him.

The monster growled, it swiped around and Percy could have sworn its arm extended, but didn't manage to land the attack. It retrieved the claw and ready for another attack, they swung together, the claw sparked against the silver blade as they locked together. There was no competition; the monster was easily overpowering Percy.

It would have ate Percy right then, if not for a whip of light to wrap around the claw, another around the waist and neck. Chains, they were white chains!

The power of the claw eased and Percy was freed again, he readjusted the sword and as he stared at the chain in awe.

"Hurry!" Annabeth wheezed not too far behind the bear.

"Right." Percy jumped and swung, splitting the monster in half. The black bulk fell to the ground, like the bag of clothes that Percy had carried to his room.

He sagged his shoulders, the sword felt so heavy now he could almost drop it. Instead, Annabeth fell to the ground, Percy, in alert, ran to her and knelt down holding her shoulder.

"Are you okay?" He asked quietly.

"The words just came to me," She laughed. "But, I knew what I was doing, I aimed the spells like I was a master archer, repeating the steps under my breath." Her voice was bitter, almost sarcastic. "Funny how I don't even know how old I am, yet…"

"That doesn't matter," Percy squeezed her shoulder. "We'll work back your memories, but for now, be happy that you can use magic." A smile slipped on his lips. "That was soo awesome." He could barely contain himself. "How did you do that!" And he didn't.

Annabeth laughed. "As if I know!" She grinned widely, seeing this boy all giddy and smiley set her at ease, it washed away the nervous agitations like a joke would. "You're asking the girl who doesn't even know her own age!"

See you next time on: "will he ever update again?"