Hey guys! This is the first chapter of another story I've been workin on for a bit. As per usual, look at it, t ell me what you think, and I hope you enjoy!

The mortals of this world know little of the gods. One of the things they do know, is that the gods have a penchant for having children with mortals. On a rare occasion, these 'Demigods' perform an act so great that the gods reward them, raising them to godhood alongside their parents. On other occasions, a Diety may bless a Demigod or mortal, granting them protection from natural death or disease, but these blessed may still fall in battle. The first of these Blessed was Perseus, Son of Posiedon, Champion of the Hearth, and General of the seas. This is his story.

200 years after the first titanomachy:

"I'm sorry for your loss brother. Thanatos was able to intervene, he saved the Child. But it was too late for the mother. I know she was important to you. Rest assured, she will be put directly in Elysium."
"Thank you, Hades… I appreciate it. The child will be cared for in Atlantis. He will be raised as it's first prince. Zeus will not allow me to make him a God, not until he proves himself. But once he is of age I shall give him partial immortality, I refuse to lose my first child."

"There's one more thing, brother. The mother had a message. The child's name. She wished to name him Perseus. The Avenger."

"So it shall be. Thank you brother."

12 Years later

The 13 year old boy quickly weaved to the left, shoving the trident that was thrust at his chest away with the back of his hand. He used the opening to grab the arm of his assailant and twist it, causing the merman to hiss in pain and drop his weapon, before he rested his own blade against the soldier's throat.

"Dead"

"Excellent work Lord Perseus! You grow more proficient by the day. I doubt there is much more I can teach you."

"I don't quite believe that Aquor. I beat you, what, four times? Hardly counts against the myriad of times you've beaten me"
"Yes, but a few months ago you couldn't beat me at all. You're growing, Prince, and will outgrow this old teacher soon."

Percy heard a light chuckle from behind him, and turned to see his father, Poseidon, approaching them. Percy dropped to one knee, floating slightly above the surface of the arena floor for a moment before his knee touched the ground.

"Father"
"Rise, my son. I've told you you don't need to bow"

"And I've told you that I will continue to, atleast until I am of age"

Poseidon shook his head, before motioning for Aquor to rise as well, and turning back to Percy

"Well, from what I saw, Aquor was right about one thing. You'll outgrow him soon. After that.." He grinned, which scared the hades out of Percy, and he had that fear validated when his father finished his sentence. "After that, you get to train with me."

Poseidon kept his promise, as when Percy could Consistently Defeat Aquor in training, he came to the arena one day to find, not his old trainer, but his father, waiting for him.

"Welcome my son. Before we start, I want to remind you. When you turn 16, I'll be taking you to Olympus, to present you to my brothers and sisters there."

Percy nodded stiffly. His father had impressed the importance of this meeting on him for years, this was where the council would judge whether he would be given partial immortality or not.

"Before that time, I want you prepared well. Not just in combat, although that is plenty important. You need to understand how to address other gods. You do not need to be like the mortals, the gods are still your family. But they still demand a degree of respect. The exception to this is Hestia, she will likely treat you like a mortal aunt or mother would, that's just her nature. However, I still expect you to hold her to the same standard of respect."

Percy nodded once more, a feeling of apprehension growing along with excitement. He had 3 years left for this meeting, but it would be the most important day of his life, undoubtedly.

"After we are finished here, we will go together to the royal library. I myself will teach you about my siblings, their roles in this world, and how they expect to be treated."

Saying this, Poseidon snapped his fingers, and the water around him rippled, his robes being replaced by his battle armour, and his Trident appearing in hand.

"For now however, arm yourself. It's time for you to learn how to fight on the level of the gods."

Percy gulped, before reaching into his sheath and drawing his blade. He was in for a long few weeks.

3 Years later

Percy's muscles ached, and his bones were incredibly sore, but he kept pushing forward. He was close and he knew it. His father's trident lashed out toward him, and his blade was caught between two of it's prongs as he raised it to parry. He growled in frustration, before his blade was twisted out of his grip. As his father swung his trident back around, Percy nimbly ducked underneath, shoving a punch into Poseidon's kidneys. The god of the Seas Wheezed, only temporarily stunned. He swung his trident down furiously, and Percy was only barely able to roll out of the way before the weapon imbedded itself into the ground. Poseidon ripped it out, before turning to see Percy had reclaimed his blade. Percy's arm hurt like Hades, but he knew his father was tired too. The arena had been dried out for the spar, as it would go on forever if both were constantly rejuvenated by the ocean around them. Poseidon made an experimental jab forward, and Percy seized the opportunity, shooting forward with speed that surprised his father, and driving his free hand once again under his ribs, this time making him double over in pain, before he pulled his blade up to his fathers throat.

"Dead"

There was a moment of silence, punctured by the laboured breathing of both father and son. Then Poseidon began to laugh, out of breath

"Excellent work Perseus! Excellent! Good work my son, I am incredibly proud of you"
Percy dropped his arm to his side, before falling flat on his back, breathing heavily. He couldn't remember the last time he was this tired. Poseidon waved his hand, and water flooded back into the arena, rejuvenating them both. He then turned to Percy, and pulled him to his feet.

"Come on, up you get. You just beat me in a spar, I have a gift for you."

Percy's sea green eyes lit up, as he straightened himself up, following his father into the palace. They walked in a comfortable silence towards the royal armoury, where Poseidon moved towards a dark case, opening it to reveal a beautiful black blade, with a sea green trim running down the middle.

"This is Κυνηγός καταιγίδων. The Storm hunter. I had it forged for you, for when you came of age. I know that's technically tomorrow, but you beat me today, so I felt it appropriate."

He held the sword out to Percy, who took it gingerly, before giving it a few experimental swings. It was balanced beautifully, and fit Percy better than any sword he had ever held before.

"It is heavily enchanted, ofcourse. It can take the form of just about any weapon you wish it to, simply imagine it as such. In a similar vein, it can disguise itself as a ring."

Percy imagined the sword taking the form of a trident, and it did so, creating a trident with a green central blade, the rest of it the same deep black. He then imagined it concealing itself, at which it turned into a simple black ring with a green patterning, that rested on the middle finger of his right hand. Percy turned to his father, who was grinning at him, seeming almost as excited as Percy was himself.

Percy rushed forward, crushing his father in a hug

"Thank you so much dad, I love it!"
"I'm glad, son. Come now, you're done with training for the day, but we must open court, and I want you there, you still need to learn how a kingdom is run."

2 days Later

"Are you all ready?"

"About as much as I feel I can be"

"Don't worry. They're still your family. Remember what I taught you. Treat them with respect, and you will be fine. You've prepared yourself well for this day, I have faith in you my son."

Taking a deep breath, Percy nodded, as his father pushed open the door to the Olympian throne room, and Percy got his first look at his family, the Olympian council. At the end of the Room, upon a White throne, sat his Uncle, Zeus, dressed neatly in a white toga with golden trimmings. He looked directly at Percy, who stood in the centre of the hall.

"Perseus, Son of Poseidon. You are here to be presented to us, your kin upon Olympus. Welcome, boy, to your first family gathering."