Before we start…THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO SUPPORTED MY STORY!
I'm honestly surprised that so many people followed and favorited this story, thank you so much!
I'll give my responses to reviews before I begin the story (I used to send PMs but eh screw it)
Ryan Fowler: thanks for appreciating my works, and I'm glad you enjoyed them.
Ayden762: to be honest, my other work is semi-unique too, since I really don't see many fem!percy works which puts her in the Roman camp before HOO. Still, I'll see if I can balance 2 major works at the same time-I'll upload 1 chapter here and 1 chapter on Servus Romae on alternating days.
Sh4d0wz: thanks for your willingness to wait! To be honest, I actually rewrote this story 6 times when attempting to set up a plausible scenario to create a genderbent Percy. One scenario had Eris and Kronos under Gaia's command and gave Percy a potion, another had her (him) suffer a curse in tartarus from the um…curse-giving monsters? Anyway, the main point is that she gets turned into a girl down there. Another one had Percy stumble upon the hunter's camp and gets turned into a girl…and I'm rambling. Sorry about that, but I thank you for your review and your appreciation of my concept.
LordRevan4192: no intention to make an OP Percy. Hell, I'll intentionally handicap his (her) powers initially, and make her slowly develop her powers (he/she will still have good swordsmanship though). Since Hestia is creating her new body and she contains Artemis' immortal essence, she'll have fire control, food summoning abilities, and better archery skills as well as more stamina (more to add). Her hydrokinesis however will be diminished greatly, and I'm still planning on what ability she will have from Nyx's blessing. Anyway, thanks for your support!
(Basically in terms of powers (offensive wise, I'm discounting healing as Hestia can heal) Percy will be weaker but she'll have a larger energy reserve/stamina, while in terms of combat prowess Percy will be matched only by a select few.)
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Before Percy could even ponder what the black point was, the silvery space dulled significantly, before everything became black. Darkness enveloped him, and the last thing he felt was an emotion he'd never felt in the past few months, after he'd slowly lost his will to live.
He felt fear.
—
Percy's eyes snapped open.
He felt weird. Very, very weird…like someone had rearranged all his organs and fucked with his hormones.
He felt like he was on an emotional roller coaster-confusion, fear, pain, anger, sadness, and then confusion again.
He wanted to suppress a groan coming from his throat. Yet, he also wanted to whimper and curl into a ball.
He felt like he needed to train to be fit and lean, to better assist in combat. Yet, he also felt the need to sit down, enjoy a small break and…comb his hair.
The hell?
He shut his eyes again, and that was when he truly felt like something was off.
He felt his hair…beneath his back.
He felt odd weights on his chest.
And worst of all, he felt like something was missing down in his crotch.
As new feelings, hormones and nausea assaulted him, he couldn't help but groan. And then mentally groaned again.
Even his groan sounded off. It was like someone had stuck a balloon with helium in it and vented the gas in his mouth. It sounded high pitched and…just so unlike himself.
He tried to open his eyes again. Slowly but surely, they fluttered open, revealing a very, very beautiful night sky filled with constellations. Though the constellations didn't seem normal-they seemed to have shrunken.
What the fuck?
He tried to move his hands again, but every effort to move strained him.
He whimpered.
And somewhere on his left, he heard a familiar yet distant female voice exclaiming, "Persia! You're awake!"
Who was Persia?
A name flashed in his head. Perseus.
A tugging feeling in his gut, pointing him in an odd direction.
He managed to croak out, "ugh."
And then his world turned black once again.
—
Hestia sat patiently at the side of her new…creation.
Well, she didn't want to call her that. She was flesh and blood, yet she was indeed made from the hearth.
Aphrodite had stopped by earlier, and saw Hestia's hearth-born daughter. She had cooed, and blessed her with good looks.
Now, in front of her lay a gorgeous 17 year old adolescent girl.
By all means, she was the epitome of natural perfection. Her face was smooth, her chin was narrow, her features delicate and soft. A light smattering of freckles spread across the bridge of her nose and her cheeks, Her long, silky wavy dark hair ran down her back, and ended with reddish brown tips. Her lips were full and soft, her muscles lean and complimenting her slim figure.
She wasn't tall by demigod standards. Where the average demigod height was 5'7-5'11, she was 5'5. Still, her body possessed natural curves that many would have killed for. Her hips flared at just the right points, and her shapely rear was round, firm yet not overly large. Similarly, her chest was firm and decently sized, yet not comically large. Her sun-kissed skin was flawless and smooth, and was the colour of light bronze.
Which was funny because her daughter's new body had never seen the sun before.
The freckling, which Aphrodite would have considered as diminishing her beauty, seemingly added to it, enchanting her cuteness while emphasising on her natural beauty.
Overall, she was literally the epitome of natural beauty. Even though she was dressed in a faded camp half blood t-shirt and jeans, the plain clothing didn't diminish her beauty. If anything, she looked even more beautiful in plain clothes.
Hestia couldn't help but smile at her creation. Her child.
She immediately shuffled over as Persia's eyes fluttered open. A light whimper escaped from her throat as she tried to move. Hestia saw her fingers twitching and her muscles moving slightly, but she didn't seem to be getting up anytime soon.
She could see the frustration, the fear in her child's eyes. She felt sadness and guilt for causing her child to suffer from these negative emotions, and so she placed her index finger on her forehead,
"My baby girl, relax."
A soft pulsating orange glow encompassed the two. Persia stopped struggling, and lay there contently. Her fingers began to flex, and soon she was able to move her arms and legs.
As Hestia removed her finger from her daughter, she jerked unnaturally, but quickly regained her bearings and sat up. Swooning, she threatened to kneel over, but Hestia was there for her, holding her steady. The girl breathed in and out heavily, clearly exhausted by her efforts, before she raised her head and looked at Hestia.
Her eyes were stunning. One sea green, one crimson. Both had a silvery ring on the outside. Both brimmed with hope and life…and deeper emotions that Hestia had difficulty understanding.
Her daughter opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. Hestia noticed that she had slightly larger and sharper canines-she wondered what those were for.
And then, her daughter spoke.
"H-hestia?"
—
Percy wasn't sure whether he should scream or sit there numbly.
Even his voice sounded high-pitched and unnatural. It felt off, different from his usual self.
It felt like he was a new person entirely.
He saw tears in Hestia's eyes. Was she happy he was here to see him, or was she happy he was alive?
More importantly, how was he alive?
He couldn't remember how he died. All he knew was he should be dead.
Funnily enough, he couldn't remember anything.
Actually… not really everything. His memory would only offer up hits and pieces of information. The occasional image, the occasional name. Yet, he didn't know what the hell was going on. All he knew was that 1) he was a male called Perseus, Perseus…Jackson, 2) he could sense some foreign powers within him, and 3) he felt very, very off.
"Yes, yes, it's me, Hestia. Do you remember anything, daughter?"
Daughter?
"Um…Mother?" Percy asked, but then another memory assaulted him. He saw a brown-haired beauty baking cookies in an oven, while another guy stood next to her, smiling.
Mom.
Who was she?
He winced.
Hestia must've seen this, because she began patting him up and down for injuries.
"Daughter, are you okay? Are you hurt?" Her voice was laced with worry as she stared into his eyes.
"No…mom. But, who's Daughter? I'm a father's son, and I was…a single child, yes."
The words came to him as he spoke, and he saw Hestia sigh.
"You really don't remember? Ah, I suppose it's a side effect. I'll explain-come and make yourself comfortable, Perse-Percy."
Percy scooted close. He liked how Hestia shortened his name…he remembered something.
"Percy." He said, the name rolling off his tongue. "Call me percy", a memory said.
"Call me…Percy."
Hestia smiled, and lightly hugged him. He snuggled into the warm body of Hestia.
And then promptly leapt out of their embrace as another memory hit him.
"…Hestia, goddess of the hearth. Maiden goddess."
"Maiden goddess."
"I'm-I'm so sorry Lady Hestia, I didn't mean to…cuddle."
Hestia looked at him with a mixture of shock and surprise.
"Nonsense, Perseu-Percy! I'm your mother now, you can cuddle with me all you want."
"Wait. Isn't my mother…"
Sally Jackson. Paul Blofis. These two names popped into his mind, and he repeated them, the words sounding foreign, yet oddly familiar as he felt them roll off his tongue.
"…Sally Jackson? And…Paul Blofis…dad?"
Hestia sighed. "I'll explain."
Walking up to a standing Percy who had no idea how he was standing-he could only crawl moments ago-Hestia put an arm around him and gently guided him back towards the hearth.
"Percy, you're my daughter. Well, sort of. I'll explain," she said, catching his curious gaze.
"So…a few nights ago, you died. Your soul was given to me, and I couldn't let a hero like you just die. You deserved a better fate…so, I cast your soul into the hearth, and you were reincarnated, retaining all your memories-though I suppose they're locked away somewhere, seeing you remember basically nothing."
Percy nodded. "Then, am I not supposed to be a…guy? A boy? How am I…a girl?"
"Oh gods. I'm a girl."
Hestia noticed him panicking, and immediately touched him and calmed his nerves. Euphoria washed over him, and Percy smiled while Hestia made a small mirror from the flames.
"Look."
Percy stared into the flames, and indeed, staring back was a beautiful face which couldn't have been a guy's.
A bunch of memories came flying into his brain, and he remembered a face.
His face.
He didn't look like this.
"W-what happened?"
Hestia sighed.
"I'll explain, daughter."
—
Persia's head was officially spinning by the time Hestia finished her explanation, both metaphorically and literally.
Apparently halfway through her mothers explanation, her memory was somehow unlocked bit by bit. She had forgotten most of her early life, her time in exile and how she actually died. Still, her quests and past deeds made her wonder why the gods exiled her.
Sadly, she remembered her failures too, her lost friends and families who didn't get a second chance like she did.
She spent a good half hour crying before her mother could resume her explanation.
Finally, as her mother finished her explanation, she sighed.
"So…I guess my cabin hasn't been touched in months?"
"Not really…no, if you want some memorabilia you can go and take it-I'll cover for you. After all, your body was made from the hearth. I can just claim you."
Persia flashed a grateful smile, before she realized the problem. "Um…how exactly am I gonna go back to camp?"
Hestia just smiled. "My dear, have you forgotten your new heritage? You can flame travel, either by conjuring fire or walking through an existing one. Like this hearth…and the campfire in camp half-blood. If you want, you can go there right now-my split persona is there waiting for you."
"Mother, You're Sweet. Thanks for the help." She smiled as she pecked Hestia on the cheek. "Well, I'll get going now. Meet you here later?"
"Later." Hestia smiled, and Persia stepped into the flames.
"Oh, and before you go, Picture where you want to go! I'm sure you remember the campfire!"
With that, Persia disappeared.
Down in camp half blood, the campfire roared. Flames shot us high in the sky, and campers who were nearby and enjoying their peaceful night backed away. Hestia, dressed in her usual brown robes, simply smiled as she saw a figure step out of the flames.
"Daughter! I've been expecting you." She said, putting down her stick and hugging her 'newly born' daughter as nearby campers gawked.
"Who is that?"
"Who's the robed girl?"
"Daughter?"
"There's a goddess!"
And of course, "oh wow she's beautiful."
Persia rolled her eyes as she eased out of the gentle embrace. "Mother, I know that I'm your daughter and all, but it'll just take a second or two…" she trailed off as she realized the gentle nudging in her gut had turned into an almost irresistible need to head in a direction.
The direction of the cabins.
"Daughter? What's wrong?" Hestia, always the observant goddess, immediately caught on.
"Nothing…there's just this annoying feeling that wants me to go somewhere here. I dunno why though."
"Hm…if you don't come back in 15 minutes, I'm searching for you,"
"30."
"Okay, thirty it is then. Don't get in trouble!" Hestia called after her daughter as she walked towards the cabins.
Stopping in front of cabin three, she gazed up at the simple yet fitting designs of the cabin. Gosh, she hadn't been here for so long…
Of course, she was completely oblivious to the looks everyone was giving her, nor could she hear the whispers sent her way.
Okay, maybe she heard the whispering with Artemis' blessing/immortal essence thingy.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the cabin door and inhaled the familiar scent of sea breeze.
Home, sweet home.
Her heightened senses amplified the scent by multiple times, and Persia grinned as she stepped foot into the cabin, letting the aura of her father's domain wash over her.
It had been so long since she'd even seen this cabin. Everything was left as it was-her messy clothes on the ground, wrappers lasting about, her bed's folds still the same way she remembered it…
But she knew this wouldn't be her home after this.
Camp half-blood had evicted her. Most of the campers hated her, and she had relatively few friends here. Surely, no one would recognise her after this long.
Signing, she snatched her old backpack off the floor and began filling it with old pictures.
She saw himself and her mom standing side by side, smiling at the camera. She saw pictures of him and her father.
And there were also pictures of Annabeth.
She left those on the stands, unwilling to remember anything about the blonde he had befriended years ago. She was all but dead to her.
Taking the minotaur horn off the small rack above her bed, she turned and walked out of the cabin-at least, she tried to.
Standing in the doorway was a burly dude. He looked tough and hardened by battles, and Persia audibly gulped. He was at least 6 feet tall, and with her being at 5'6…yeah, she probably didn't stand a chance.
He stepped forwards. "Who the hell are you?"
Persia stared at the guy in horror. He looked like an Ares camper, and she didn't think she could defeat him. Not with valuables in her backpack, and certainly not in this new body.
Still, she had to put up a fight…problem was, her skills were still locked behind a murky barrier inside her head.
An instinct in her gut wanted her to reach into her pockets. She reached a hand in and tried to feel for…something, but she didn't feel anything inside her pockets.
She felt like she should have touched something cold and metallic.
The camper grinned as he stepped forwards. The feeling of fear jumped in her heart, and her chest was threatening to explode from her rapid heartbeat.
The tugging feeling in her gut grew more intense.
Before she could decide on what to do next, the burly dude leapt at her. She let out a shriek as the guy smashed into her, slamming her against a bunk. She pummeled the guy with her fists, and though he winced at her strength, his iron grip was as firm as ever. Head butting her, she felt her world spin and blur as he threw her onto a bunk.
"Look at you, struggling feebly to get up." The guy taunted, his voice sounding outlandish and distorted. Her head throbbed and heart pounded.
Hair clip. The words suddenly flashed into her mind. She tried lifting her arm, but it felt sore and painful. The guy laughed as he slowly walked over to her, like a hunter stalking its prey.
"You. I do not care who you are-you must be related to that Jackson brat if you entered and took his stuff." The guy said, grinning maniacally. She could notice a bulge in his crotch, and she desperately hoped he wouldn't do what she believed he was going to.
—
Artemis felt like something was very, very wrong.
"Milady, is something bothering thou?" Zoë asked.
She'd been brought back from the stars hours ago, and they were resting in camp half-blood, catching up with one another. Her cabin was empty, save for the two immortal beings, and Thalia was keeping the hunt up and running smoothly.
So why were her senses going haywire?
Emotions that definitely did not belong to her were causing a migraine. She felt afraid, hurt and anger, and it all originated from a nearby source. Ten or so Minutes ago, she felt the small nag in the back of her mind turn into a full blown need, the need to go to somewhere and find out who she was gravitating towards.
"I'm…fine." Artemis said, debating on whether she should tell Zoë the truth.
"Milady, thou art not fine. Thou keeps scrunching up thy face every few seconds." Zoë said, and Artemis groaned.
"Still as observant as before, eh?"
Zoë merely smiled a bit. "Milady. I can accompany thou to the source of thy discomfort, it hath been years since I got the chance to."
"Fine, Fine. But if anything happens, you're leaving first."
"I hath understood thine words, Milady. Shall we?"
They stood in unison, having spent thousands of years in each other's company. Artemis could feel the tug in her gut pointing in a certain direction…towards the open door of cabin three.
"Milady. Doest thou hear whimpering?" Zoë asked, her features schooled, her posture still and alert.
"I…do, now that you've mentioned it…and I feel a gravitation towards cabin three."
"Thine uncle's cabin? Most confusing." Zoë said, before her bow materialised in her hands.
"Zoë. Let me take the lead." Artemis said, and Zoë grudgingly nodded. "After thou, fair lady."
Artemis slowly crept towards the open door. She could clearly hear whimpers of discomfort now.
"Sounds like a maiden in distress." Artemis quietly remarked as she reached the cabin door.
"Indeed."
"Ready?"
"Ready as thou art, Milady."
Pulling out an arrow and quickly nocking it on the bowstring, she pulled the bow and marched into the cabin.
And she promptly groaned and knelt down on the ground as she felt something within her binding with the girl in a state of undress on the bed.
—
Zoë quickly let the arrow in her bowstring fly at a hulking boy.
The boy merely laughed before disappearing in a flash while the arrow harmlessly thudded against a wall.
"Milady!" She yelled, kneeling down next to her mistress who was quietly groaning. "Milady, art thou fine?"
"I'm-okay." Artemis grunted out, and Zoë reluctantly left her mistress' side and went to check on the girl who was almost raped.
She was huddled on the bed, her eyes shut tight, tears leaking out as she clutched her head.
"Hey." Zoë said, gently nudging the girl. She groaned and rocked back and forth. "Are you alright?" The girl only groaned louder and curled up into an even tighter ball.
Zoë sighed. What the hell was going on?
But just as she was about to leave the girl's side, she suddenly yelped and rolled off the bed. "Oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck fuck fuck…" the girl began, before her eyes locked onto Zoë's face and her limbs went slack.
"…Zoë?"
—
Persia stared at the huntress in shock. Her memory had just returned in full force when she saw Artemis, and apparently they affected each other. She didn't know why, she didn't know how. She just knew that happened.
The funny thing was, her memories were…void of emotions, weightless.
Still, she remembered everything now…including the memory of Zoë's death.
"You-you're supposed to be in the sky," she said, stammering badly.
The pair looked at each other in silence before they spoke at the same time.
"How did thou know?"
"How are you here?"
The pair stopped talking, and looked at each other. Seeing Zoë open her mouth again, Persia raised her hand to stop Zoë. "Zoë, I'll explain…but firstly, why are you here?"
"I…well, apparently my immortal essence was in milady's body. So, she released it and I was revived."
Persia looked at her, stunned, before she walked up to the huntress. "…are you really here?"
"Yes, I am here. Why doest thou ask?"
She was taken aback by the girl, who leapt into her arms. "Oh Zoë! I've missed you so much, I'm so sorry I let you down, I'm sorry…" somewhere along her sentence, she began crying into her shoulder.
Zoë was stunned. Who was this girl, how did she know her, and why was she sorry?
"Um…I'm happy to see thou too, but who art thee?"
The other girl stared at Zoë blankly, before she sighed. "I suppose you don't recognise me…I'm Persia Hallie. Persia Hallie…Jackson."
Jackson.
"Um…perseus' sister? I've never heard him mention thou though."
"No, not his sister…more like Perseus himself."
Zoë looked at the girl in shock. She finally recognized some things about the girl-the way she carried herself, the way her sea green eyes mesmerized her…
Wait, what?
Zoë shook her head violently, before she looked at her goddess who was slowly getting to her feet.
"So…ah, Perseus, I see that Hestia succeeded in creating your new form?"
"Wait-Artemis?" Persia asked, as she looked at the goddess.
Her goddess.
No, shut up. She's a maiden goddess, and yes, she's beautiful, her silver eyes are attractive, she's cute and better looking that Aphrodite-
Shut up, brain!
Little did Persia know, Artemis was also sizing her up. A foreign feeling invaded Artemis' mind, but for Persia she knew exactly what the feeling she felt was.
She admired her. She wanted her. She loved her.
And she was unsure why this was happening to her.
"Perseus." Artemis' words snapped her back to reality.
"Y-yes, Milady!" Persia said, snapping back to reality. "What can I do for you?"
"I see that Hestia has…done a great job in creating your new form. Do you now go by Perseus, Persia or…?"
"Persia or Hallie. Both are fine, milady," Persia said, bowing down at her goddess.
"Rise, Persia. Don't bow to me."
"But, Milady, isn't my soul bound to you and the hunt, and as an extent your servant?"
Zoë looked at the two girls with confusion. "Wait, wait, a moment please. How did thou have your souls bound to Milady and the hunt?"
"It's a long story…and I don't want to recount it." Persia said, her face darkening.
"Very well…I'll talk with you when you want." Zoë said, and Persia bowed slightly at her response.
"Oh, quit bowing will thee!"
—
Aphrodite grinned as she looked down at camp half-blood.
The girl, Persia, or Perseus reincarnated, was apparently bonded with Artemis.
And Zoë.
And someone else who Aphrodite couldn't figure out yet.
The bond wasn't just a pledge. For some finicky reason, her soul absorbed some of Artemis' and Zoë's immortal essences, and had formed a much, much deeper connection to the immortal girls…and another girl who was close to Artemis.
Their souls were now bonded by soul chains.
But still, two of the eldest huntresses were now ready to experience the joys of love. Seems like hunters weren't immune to love, after all.
She cackled as she began planning on how she would coax out the love between Artemis, Zoë, Persia and the unknown girl.
Oh, this was so going in her magazine for weeks.
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A/N: slightly shorter chapter as I figure out how I want to develop this story.
I'll update this story as I go-do not worry, I'll at least get last 5 chapters before I get bored (hopefully won't happen)
Anyway, Thanks for your support and follow/favourite if you want. Thanks for reading.