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Previously on the Lost Child:

Poseidon fell to his knees. A yowl of despair tore from his chest as he watched the silhouettes of the dragons fleeing the island. The stars twinkled above, oblivious to the pained father below.

"I will find you again son, I promise." Poseidon whispered vengefully as he stood up. "The oceans and gods as my witness, I will find you again and I will not stop till the very roots of Ygdrasill."

Chapter 2: The Blacksmith

Perseus watched in stuffy, tense silence as the Night Fury carried him over the seas. The black waves billowing under him like the sails of his father's ships. He whimpered. He had given up struggling not long after Olympia disappeared from his view. Flying away in the claws of the horrid dragon had given him a view of his home unlike any other-a view he memorized not knowing the next time he would see it.

The dragons will probably eat me once they reach the island. He thought miserably.

Eventually, the Nest came into view looming ahead in all its dark, treacherous glory. More dragons pressed up against them on all sides, flying beside him in the very similar manner of any regular animal pack. Bits and pieces of shinning plumes of fire spurted from the dragons' nostrils, depicting their anxiety… or hostility.

Perseus let out a gasp of fear when the black scaled dragon took a sudden dive into the dark caverns abyss, letting out a screech as it went. Many of the dragons that were sleeping in that particular tunnel suddenly jerked awake and let out bursts of flame from their noses, effectively lighting the once nightmarish tunnel.

Once they reached the heart of the volcanic mountain, Perseus saw a Bone Knapper screech as it dropped a sheep into the fire, and then fly off to the far side. Other than the Night Fury that had kidnapped him, the other dragons did the same—dropping their prey into the pit, and waited. He stared at them each in turn with a look of confusion on his face. His three year old brain not yet able to understand the phenomenon occurring in front of him.

The boy turned towards the Night Fury, "Are you going to drop-" A huge dragon erupted from the depths and roared immediately causing the boy to snap his jaw shut, scream, and back away- in that order. Immediately the dragons started bowing; most appeared to bow out of pure terror of the giant fire drake, but some bowed only in hopes of pleasing the dragon. One then forced Perseus to his knees, making him fall to the ground and bow as well.

The big dragon leaned forward and inspected the boy, it's large snout blasting a gust of hot air across his body, leaving him feeling prickly, sweaty, and disgusted. After a few minutes, the dragon nodded to the Bone Knapper, and disappeared into the depths of lava it came from.

The Bone Knapper picked up Perseus with its bone armored claws, and flew through a confusing and seemingly endless maze of spires, and other large stones yet again.

Perseus, terrified, closed his eyes and mewled. The dragon, thoroughly annoyed with the boy, threw him inside a cave of some sort. Perseus shivered as he contacted the ground with a harsh thud, but kept his eyes closed.

Percy immediately started to lash out wildly when he felt the rough scales of another dragon brush against his leg. The dragon was trying to hold down his leg in order to attach something to it. The dragon roared in frustration and tackled the three year old to the floor, pinning Perseus with his tail and quickly clamping a metal chain around his ankle. Disappearing before he could do anything.

After what felt like hours, Perseus finally cracked his eyelids open and took a deep breath before he took in his surroundings. There was a forge, and shelves with many different kinds of metals on them in the space of the cave.

A stocky man stepped from the shadows of the cave and bent over him. Immediately, Percy cowered. RAPE! his mind seemed to scream. The man laughed, such a hearty laugh, that Perseus almost relaxed the taut ball of nervousness in his stomach. Until he remembered what had happened to him.

"Hey there!" The man greeted kindly, "The name's Charles Beckendorf Hephastason, but you can just call me Beckendorf. What's your name?" He asked.

"Per- Perseus." Perseus answered timidly.

"Perseus eh? That's quite a mouthful! How about I call you Percy instead?" He asked, laughing again.

Perseus clenched his fists into tiny balls of anger.

"Don't call me Percy" The three-year old exclaimed; his voice raising steadily, and surprisingly louder. "My name is Perseus! Not Percy, or Perce, or anything else! Only my father can call me Percy!"

Beckendorf backed up a bit, clearly shocked.

"Sorry kid! I didn't realize..." Beckendorf trailed off, looking down. Perseus immediately felt sorry. He had just yelled at an adult! Oops.

"Sorry for yelling…. (I thought you were gonna rape me)" Perseus said looking ashamed.

Beckendorf smiled again.

"S'all right kid! Neither of us knew. Say, you look kind of small, how old did you say you were again?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck.

"Three." Perseus answered, holding up two fingers after a while at looking at his fingers.

Beckendorf's head shot up.

"Three?! You're too young to of just been taken away like this. They never should have taken you away in the first place! I was 23 when I was kidnapped, but 3?! This is outrageous! Absurd! Its! Its!" He sputtered, the words falling out of his mouth like a waterfall.

Beckendorf took a few deep breaths before continuing more calmly.

"I guess that doesn't matter, I'm going to be your mentor, all right Perc- Perseus?" He asked, tripping over Perseus' name.

Perseus only nodded, still somewhat afraid from when Beckendorf had started ranting.

"This," Beckendorf said, pointing at a soft piece of metal, "Is one of the metals that we will be using in the forge. Do you know what it's called?" He asked.

"Lead?" Perseus asked a look of concentration on the young child's face. "One of the really soft metals, but lead isn't good for making weapons, and the smoke is bad to breath in."

Beckendorf looked up, appearing to be mildly surprised at the knowledge that the the three year old held. "That's right; when people breathe in the fumes of lead, they often die of either lung or heart poisoning. Where did you learn that?"

"I used to visit the forges at Olympia." Perseus said looking down at his feet, embarrassed.

"Well, if you're so smart, can you tell me what the rest of these are?" Beckendorf said gesturing to other bits of metals that lay scattered around the room.

"Well..."
Beckendorf whistled his approval, obviously impressed with the Perseus' vast knowledge of metals. "I didn't even know all that when I started my training! And I started when I was 14!"

Perseus only smiled.

"But now," Beckendorf said, suddenly looking gloomy. "You need to know how to make the claws."

Perseus looked confused.

"What claws?" He squeaked.

"You know how whenever the Dragons attacked your village, they seemed stronger, right?" He asked.

Perseus nodded, wide-eyed.

"Well, I made those claws, and now you have to learn too. That's why you were brought here."

Perseus looked shocked.

"You-you made those?" He demanded softly, shocked. "Why would you do that?"

Beckendorf sighed ruefully. "They brought me here so that I'd make the claws for them. I don't have a choice. Unless I find some way out of here, which isn't gonna happen anytime soon." He added.

"My daddy said that he'd find me again, when he comes, maybe you-" Perseus started to say before Beckendorf cut him off harshly.

"That won't happen. There's no way your dad could find the nest. It just isn't possible." Beckendorf said flatly.

"But, he promised!" Perseus tried again. "They used to call him 'Poseidon, Lord of the Seas'!"

Beckendorf looked confused. "But, Poseidon isn't the lord of the seas! Njord is!"

Perseus laughed, remembering his father. "No, it's just his nickname! The reason they would call him that is because whenever he went out to sea, even if he didn't know where he was going, he always knew the way back! It was as if the seas responded to his sailing."

Beckendorf just smiled and shook his head.

"A child's faith is the strongest." He muttered utterly bemused.

"Get some sleep." Beckendorf ordered quietly, his voice gentle in its command. "Your training starts tomorrow."

Perseus sighed and crouched down before lying on the ground, hugging his knees to his chest, struggling to warm himself.

Author's Note: Sorry for the uh... wait. I am very lazy and like to read other peoples' fanfics. This was posted because of an email from a certain someone and I would like to thank them. Sorry it's later than I promised. What did y'all think?

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VallarMorghulis11