Hey guys this is just a one shot to see, is this a good story? Yes or no? So send a review if it is atleast 50% decent, then I'll go for it, if not then well hey maybe in the future I'll decide to do so.

Once upon a time, there lay a boy that shouldn't exist, as well as a girl never meant to be, and two children locked in time.

The boy, was a child of the sea. Never able to be bound unable to be controlled or tamed by force only to be free forever. For the sea is something nobody could predict and nobody could go against.

The girl, a daughter of the sky, ironically has a fear of them. However she is quite the shocker when crossed or joking around. Rather she has an electrifying personality always jumping around and full of excitement.

The children of death an elder clear minded sister, and a stubborn younger brother. Locked in time for an oath forced upon their father. Having been trapped over years they had aged most probably a month, in the time of several years.

To this day, they had changed.

The boy, is now known as the legend of Jack Frost. The boy who once had a loving mother, is now laid at rest, seeing no tie, no love from his stepfather, he called the police and taken away. The boy became more silent for he didn't like to talk of his mothers death or why he is in an orphanage.

The same boy ran away at age eight living in the forest as a hunter. Yet even the hunter returns to the modern world. He discovered whom he was, yet the putrid scent of his step father kept majority of minor monsters at bay, and the rare more known monsters such as Medusa and the Minotaur had an encounter yet couldn't place their finger on it and only spared glances.

One day, he looked into the river, his sea green eyes were dulled, they held the pain he's bottled up, so by will he created them to be light blue, ice cold. Frozen. The same with his black hair, hair he inherited from his deceased mother and godly father. His hair, was changed. Unlike his uncombed black hair, it was pulled back into spikes towards the back of his head while the everything but the base of his hair, was turned into ice itself.

He lived in a shack, that shack over time turned into a size of a moderate apartment, which turned to a decent homestead. The boy lived alone in his humble abode. He also forgotten his name, not by forgetfullnes rather by choice. He didn't want any ties to his past life.

His life, was filled with a father he wished he knew before. A mother who died for him, a stepfather that did nothing more than treat him as a lowly servant. He himself was disgusted for not standing up. He didn't bother to blame it on someone he never knew so e blamed himself for not being strong enough.

For the rest of his time in the forest, when not in the city, not at his home sitting around, He worked on his powers, specifically over the element of ice. He carried a bow of ice with string of water, his arrows were pure ice. The fact it was created by himself, he was able to control it absentmindedly meaning created at will without any thought. It was second nature to him.

He also carried a dagger of frost and blade of cold. All his weapons were frozen ice. The hilts were snow. He focused on the cold. It was so beautiful, not only in aspect of sight, but in mind.

Snow, it was the symbol of innocence, something he long wished could exist within him. Yet death would lurk him and monsters will chase him more as his stepfather's abusive scent begins to fade.

The story of Jack Frost begins.

I was strolling through the forest once again. Where I stepped snowflakes would fall off of my cloak I forged of ice crystals.

While walking through this winter wonderland, I heard something familiar. Fire cracking.

Strange isn't it? It's winter, nearly christmas, wouldn't they be inside?

Precisely why I knew the true source of this, it wasn't fire from a camp. It was fire, from a beast of Hell, a Hellhound.

I dashed off silently flying cross snow covered branches. Swiftly reaching the destination I saw a group of them and decided to fly up, yes fly, I brought in a snowstorm My pure white garments allowed me to stay invisible in this blizard.

"What's going on with the weather where did this storm come from!?" I heard a female voice cry out.

My face remained stoic as I recalled the voice, Artemis, the Maiden Goddess of the Hunt.

"Zoe look out!" I heard the same voice call out again.

I looked over and pulled out my frozen bow, Frostbite. I drew an arrow, I breathed slowly as the Hellhound closed the ground between the unarmed huntress, and himself. The other hunters were forcing their way through but at the rate they were going it was impossible.

I fired, the arrow lodged itself on it's back. I proceeded to fire more and more at the Hellhounds.

Once I was certain I had gotten every single hound below I jumped. You might be thinking are you crazy?! You're a boy jumping into a group of hellhounds and interrupting a hunt of Artemis!

Yeah, I'm crazy, but I guess that's the result of being the shell of a boy.

I pulled out my dagger, Frozen. I whipped it out and spun a vortex, a mini tornado formed around me as I made my way towards the Hellhound facing the girl Zoe.

I sliced it's back instantly killing it. I sighed before sheathing my dagger in preference of my sword, that must have been the leader as the others turned to me. I swirled as I swung at each of the hounds jaws killing them.

Before I was able to leave, I was attacked with bows at arms. "You dare interfere with our hunt boy." Artemis demanded as she pressed a dagger at my back.

I turned to face her. She went wide when my face didn't show any emotion. "If you are going to kill me, have the courage to face me, and yes I do dare to do both interfere with your hunt and speak so to you Lady Artemis. However, I don't care for life itself. Why it's like an opposite version of you. Where you believe boys create harm to girls, I do agree to that," Causing gasps because my tone never changed nor my eyes widen, narrow, or anything they were stoic.

"I don't care. I am 10 years old Lady Artemis. At age of Five my mother died to my abusive step father, two years longer I put up with that foul demon. I called the cops. Three years I've lived in this forest. I simply no longer care for any gender. However, I am a child of a god, I am a boy that shouldn't have been created. I am not meant to be born. I hated my old life. I felt abandoned by my father, I felt betrayed that my mother has shielded me from that, I felt angry at my stepfather for treating me nothing more than a mere tool.

"This is when I discovered I was son of a Sea god, Poseidon." She gasped, along with many hunters. "I am aware of the pact, Zeus would have thrown a fit for years should either his brothers have a child. I thought I was some minor god kids for controlling water. But creating a crack in the living room floor and items flying around in the room determined that I had to be the son of some god, that could rattle the Earth, and cause storms at will while controlling water. So yes, I am certain of my father being him.

"But my eyes and looks betray me, it looks as if I am a son of some snow god or goddess. Rather, I found snow peaceful to me. So no, I don't care the way I talk to you, or whether I have saved your Zoe or not. I don't care for anything. Only that, I don't want anyone to feel what I felt, and I most certainly don't want to make any attachments. That's why, I go to the city and let loose a few abilities for the children."

Artemis growled when she heard that. "Demigods aren't suppose to show their powers to mortals, just how do they know you boy?"

I sighed, "Still treating me with disrespect despite not caring, I could care less as I have said many times if you treated me as a hero or a disease that needs to be eradicated. I could care less if I was sent to fade, to the fields of punishment to tartarus. I don't care anymore. However if you must know, I am known as Jack Frost. Their silly little folk lore of the child of snow and ice."

I took a few steps back from her blade. The hunters raised their bows. I looked around. "I control little water, Ice, snow, sleet. That is my domain. I don't use water."

"To what releveance is that to your position?"

"The snow storm, can do much more than just cause a distraction." I willed the ground around me to change into a more portal like fashion. "For example, mastering the power of frost, doesn't mean just fighting or something to have kids smile. It can also, make an easy way not to be seen from an escape." I jumped into the snow covered grown as I landed on my bed.

I smirked for once as I layed on my snowed pillow.

"Let the Hunt begin Artemis, The Pawn has moved Artemis, which of us will reach Checkmate first?"

Anyways guys this was my oneshot of Jack Frost.

I've been thinking of an original way to have Percy and Artemis together, and well. I couldn't make a good start.

I knew one thing was certain, I wanted to start with a backstory.

The original was of Angel, a white garbed boy of age 14 who saved young children from abusive families and raised them as if he were the parent. However in sacrifice, he still goes to school, he does small jobs and such to get money. Yet all this is in vain as one day he notices a group of hell hounds chasing after his family as two of the children, including himself making three, are all demigods. Not only that but the silent of them is a 5 year old clear sighted mortal girl.

In truth Angel is Percy's other persona, who saves the kids at night roughly once every other month resulting in 12 as he had done this for two years. He has never gone to camp halfblood because he refuses to so long as there are kids out there in pain atleast in New York where he can reach.

But then when he hunts those hellhounds, the latest girl he saved the night prior grows curious and followed him. They meet the Hunters where Artemis thinks the boy had taken advantage of saving the girl, that is until he pushes her out of the way and is heavily injured by the Hellhound.

That was my first planned one, yet later I decided to make him more snow and ice related rather than his water and earth powers, I made him ice and storm.

I thought of it as I pictured the idea. What if, Percy was known as Jack Frost to the mortal world? A Happy carefree guy who loved having fun with kids, but in seclusion, he was a cold hearted stoic boy who felt no care for either gender so long as they didn't give him reason to intervene.

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