Update/replaced: 04-02-2014

AN: Hi Folks! It's me again and I am here to announce that this is the start of my second story called; The Mysterious Wanderer. This story is the winner of the poll and I am looking forward to how this story totally forms out. Perseus will be OOC in some case, like his smartness and such because he is the son of our beloved goddess Athena. If you have any ideas of how this will work out, please leave a review with the information regarding the idea. Thank you!

Check out my other story called; The Hero of Atlantis on my profile and leave a review if you like it! Not forcing you to do it just recommending my own stories :P.

Now let's get down to the first chapter of my new story!

Sorry if it doesn't meet your requirements of the ancient life in Greece. I am not an historian so I don't know anything. If you have some ideas for me to improve the way of writing about ancient Greece tell me and I will consider it!

ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson, Riordan does. I only own the plot.

The Mysterious Wanderer;

Perseus Jackson is a forbidden son. He is born in ancient Greece as the son of Athena and Poseidon. He is immortal, but he could not be accepted by Zeus. He was left at a farm by birth, where he grew up to become a strong and intelligent young man, but after a monster raids and murders his 'parents' he stands alone. An incredible force helps him on his way and slowly he becomes the fear of every monster. When he is in need of help, he prays to his parents for help, only to be ignored. What he didn't know was that he had to be ignored in order for him to stay hidden and somewhat safe. Will he stay sane in a world, with no goal or aim to live? Or will he be saved by a goddess, a goddess who you would least expect.

Chapter 1

Ancient Greece - A farm between Athens and the sea South-West.

Two figures appeared onto a hill close by a farm laying south-west of Athens. A young couple lived there. The figures knew that the woman could not get any children, but nevertheless the couple wanted them, oh so much. The two figures got closer and it was now clearly visible that they were not just with two, but three. In the arms of a lean and beautiful woman, a baby wrapped in a silken cloth was sleeping peacefully in the arms of his mother. The man had an arm wrapped around the waist of the woman and he was rather tall with broad shoulders. When they stepped out of the tree line into the bright moonlight their looks were perfectly visible, and to say the least, it was an odd scene. The woman had black long hair with eyes tinting all shades of gray. The man, on the other hand, looked completely different. While the woman looked strict and cold the man had an easy going aura and seemed to be quite relaxed. The man had green eyes, black hair, a neatly trimmed beard and a tan. So yes, it was quite an odd scene. When they reached the fence that would lead them to the farm they both stopped and turned toward each other.

The man wrapped his arms around the woman and cautiously embraced her with the baby in between the two of them. "Relax my love. He will be in good hands, he'll be better in better hands here than in ours." They both hated the idea of leaving their new-born son behind on a farm without any word of his real parents. It was even worse for the woman, it was her first real born child, not born out of a fragment of her mind , but with a real pregnancy and thereby breaking her vow.

"I know Poseidon. It's just... He is my first real child." The woman said and she looked into the eyes of the so called Poseidon. "It's weird to say, but this is my first not-mind-created child and probably the last one too."

Poseidon sighed. "I know Athena, I know." He looked at the little farm, where the lamps were still on at this ungodly hour and he sighed deeply yet again. "I hope that we made the right choice. But will he hate us? We abandoned him without letting him know anything about our identity or-"

Athena stopped his rambling by pressing her fingers to his lips. "That's something for the future Poseidon. Hopefully he has my brains and not your kelp head, so he will understand why we did it."

"I hope you are right." Poseidon sighed as he kissed her on the forehead, softly while closing his eyes. Once again, he would probably do this for the last time. A few moments passed until he opened his eyes and spoke up; "Now let's get this over with."

Athena nodded sadly and Poseidon, as the gentlemen he was, opened the fence for the lady. She smiled just a little at his charming action. Always the charmer, she thought. It was pity that she wouldn't be able to enjoy it after this anymore due to the laws. Side by side, almost pressed against each other they walked over the gravel path which led them towards the small farm. The farm was build from wood and clay and was clearly visible in the moonlight. Artemis must had been having a good night because the moon was shining bright. Suddenly the lights inside the little farm went off and the farm was covered in darkness. There was no light coming from the house anymore and the two lovers' only light to rely on was the light of Lady Artemis, goddess of the hunt, moon, chastity, and the wilderness.

When they arrived at the door, Athena moved the baby boy so they could both perfectly see him in the moon light. He was covered in blue silken cloth and the only thing visible was his slightly frowning innocent little face. Athena looked at him as tears began to well up. "I-I can't d-do it Poseidon." She stuttered as her heart broke while watching her only, and probably last real son, for she was leaving him here, all alone. They really were wonderful parents.

"We have to, my love." Poseidon said as he took cupped her face with his hand in order to lift it up so he could look into her beautiful eyes. "If we keep him, Zeus will kill him immediately. You broke your vow, and even worse than that, it was broken by me, a brother of Zeus, who Zeus totally detests. He will get a lot of power through the both of us. I mean, the baby is your first real child, and I'm one of the big three. This couldn't get any more convenient for him."

In response Athena leaned forwards and kissed him softly on the lips. "Sometimes you are smarter than they give you credit for, Seaweed Brain." She said while smiling softly. Poseidon shot her a smile back as he picked up the enwrapped baby and lifted him, so he could look in his eyes. "You will be perfect my child." Poseidon said and he kissed the little baby on the forehead. "Whose hair will you get?" Poseidon asked to him. Both Athena and him had black hair, yet his hair was a mess while Athena's hair was very neat. "We will see." He said amused, after a few seconds and Athena chuckled silently. Then she stood on her tip-toes and gave the baby a small a kiss his forehead. She sighed and silently muttered a farewell in his ear. 'Yes, farewell,' she thought, 'for now.'

Poseidon laid the baby in front of the door, ready to be picked up by the first mortal who came through the front door. "Farewell my boy." he said as Athena knocked hard on the door.

"What the-?" A man whispered to his wife who was laying next to him in bed. They had just gone to bed because they had been busy with moving furniture in their new self-made house the entire day. They were very tired and now, only their third night, the people from the village were already bothering him. He stepped out of bed as unsheathed his sword. "Stay here." He ordered his wife and she mouthed a 'Be Careful.' Back to him. The man smiled softly at his wife's concern and then stalked towards the front door. He was about to open the door with his sword ready to defend their home when he heard two flashes.

Soft cries were heard from the other side of their door and for a moment the man dropped his guard in shock. 'Was that the cry of a baby?' He thought and carefully he opened the door. Nothing was there to be seen but when he was about to close the door again his eyes fell on the source of the tiny whimpers and cries. A baby, an oh so small baby, was lying in front of their door wrapped into a blue cloth. He glanced around to look for any signs of his biological parents, but he could not find a trace. When the danger did not happen he let his guard down and sheathed his sword on his belt. He bent down to pick up the baby, placed him in his arms and swayed him from the left to the right in order to calm him down. "Shh, shh don't cry little one. Everything will be okay." He whispered into the little boy's ear.

"Crethos, my dear, what's going on?" The woman asked him when he closed the door while shushing the baby in his arms. He walked over to the bedroom, put off his belt as his wife looked at him questionably and shocked. 'How did her husband get a baby? Whose was it? How did it get here?' She asked herself just when Crethos went to sit next to her in bed.

"Thyia my dear. I found him at front door. I heard 2 flashes, then when I wanted to open the door I heard a baby crying." He wanted to continue, but then noticed the baby boy had stopped crying and was slowly drifting to sleep. "-I found him at front of our door, without any traces of his parents or anything for that matter. Could he be a 'you know'?"

"We will see, Crethos, my dear." Thyia said as they both silently agreed they would keep the baby and raise him like their own, without as much as a word spoken. It was like a gift from the gods, they couldn't get a child and then suddenly one is on their laying in front of their door.

The baby let out a tiny yawn as Thyia took him in her arms, carefully. She pushed back the cloth that covered his head and it revealed small sprouts of black hair. The baby smacked his lips and he slowly began to open his eyes. The left eyelid began to open first and it revealed a beautiful intense dark gray eye. Soon after, his right eye opened and surprisingly this eye had a complete different color. The eye had a bright sea green color, and both were now staring up at the two people in slight curiosity. The eyes moved around rapidly taking in the new environment.

"He is beautiful." Thyia muttered, not taking her eyes of the boy. The boy had two different eye colors, which they both knew, meant either problems or that the little boy laying in Thyia's arms was a very special child.

"How shall we name him?" Crethos asked, eyebrows crossed while trying to come up with a name. Thyia shrugged as to say 'you may decide'. The only thing she could do was looking at her just unofficial-adopted son. "Let's call him Perseus." Crethos stated and Thyia beamed.

"It's beautiful." She replied in awe at both the beautiful name and the beautiful boy she was just given. She knew she was not going to let the biological parents down, even though she had no idea who they were.

Same night -In the tree line around the farm

Athena and Poseidon had been watching the scene from a distance, eyes watering. Their son had just opened his eyes for the first time, and he was beautiful. He had both the eyes of Poseidon and Athena, hopefully the same would go for his personality. "We made the right choice Athena." Poseidon said and, for the he didn't know many times it were, he took her in his arms and they embraced each other. "He's in good hands."

"He surely is." Athena responded as she stared sadly towards the house. She watched as Perseus was being bottled by the two humans and how he was being put into a small bed quickly made by the handyman Crethos.

"Now let's leave them alone. We are not needed here anymore." Poseidon said and before Athena could flash out he took her hand.

"Shall we go somewhere special to spend our last night together?" He asked his eyes sparkling in the bright moonlight.

Athena gave him a small smile and she nodded. "I know just the place."

Seven years later - A farm between Athens and the sea South-West.

Perseus was reading a book, which he got from his father's father yesterday when he and his parents visited him, while sitting on a bench at the northern side of their small house. The book was about their religion; It explained everything about the gods and goddesses who created their world. He had always loved reading and his mother, Thyia, had always told him that it was the reason he had a gray eye. The other eye, the green one, was said to be his impulsive and his physical side. 'One for the mental, one for the physical' his grandpa always said. He had never seen other people, except for his family who visited them once in a while, so he had no idea that he actually was the only one in the world with one eye grey and one eye green. He had never known that he was so special.

As he finished the page he was reading he flipped it over and came on the page that explained the big three; Zeus, Poseidon and Hades. Zeus was the god of the skies, youngest of the three and head of Olympus. Poseidon was the god of the seas and the middle brother. Strangely enough when Perseus looked at the picture of Poseidon he had this strange feeling he had seen him before, maybe when he was younger, the face was just very familiar.

Hades the god of the underworld and eldest brother of the big three was strangely enough not an Olympian and he read the reason; After the war with the titans the brothers made a draw a stick bet, who picked the longest would be lord of Olympus and god of the skies, the person who pulled the middle stick would become god of the seas. The shortest stick would make the puller god of the underworld. Zeus picked the longest, Poseidon the middle one and Hades drew the shortest one. Immediately he was banished towards the underworld. As from then, gods feared him because of his sour and dangerous attitude.

He glanced over pictures of battles the gods fought as he flipped the page. Perseus hissed as soon as he felt the paper cutting his finger resulting in golden blood beginning to pour out of the small cut on his thumb. He cursed innocent words as he closed his book and ran to his mother so she could bandage his wound.

"Mommy! I'm bleeding!" Perseus shouted across the farm and his mother, who was working with the weaving table in the sun, stood up with a sigh. She sat him on a chair and told him to stay put and keep his thumb in his mouth until she was back. She came back quickly with a cloth to bandage the cut and bandaged her severely wounded son with a small smile playing across her lips.

"Mommy?" Perseus began. His mother answered with a "Yes Perseus?" He hesitated for a moment but pushed it away and asked the question he had been dying to ask: "Why don't I bleed like you and daddy, mommy? Why isn't my blood red? Why is mine gold?"

Thyia sighed and called Crethos to come and sit with them. He hurried his way to his beloved wife and their son as his wife quickly explained their son's question; Why had his blood another color? "Well Perseus, you're old enough to know the truth now son, but before I start I want you to know we have always loved you as if you were our own. You're our son, and that will never change."

Perseus moved around uneasily about the direction the conversation was heading, but even though it made him feel quite uncomfortable he couldn't help but feel even more curious. "What do you mean?"

Both his parents shared a knowing look until they turned to face Perseus with a serious expression covering their normally worry free faces and Thyia sighed deeply. "We aren't your real parents, Perseus. When you were born your parents left you right there, at our front door and we took you in. We decided to raise you like you were our own, and so we did."

While Perseus' brain was running 300 miles an hour, trying to process all the new information he looked at the two people, he had always seen as his parents, standing in front of him looking at him worrisome. "So if you two aren't my biological parents, who are then?" He asked eyebrows furrowed trying to understand the situation.

Thyia and Crethos smiled sadly at the boy who was getting smarter each and every day. "We don't think you are just a child, my dear." Thyia began. "We think that you are a child of the gods, a forbidden child of Olympus."

"Who are my parents than for real?" Perseus asked as was going through the list of Olympian gods in his head. Then it all clicked. "Poseidon," he muttered quietly, "and Athena."

"We don't know for sure, but we considered them too, Perseus. You have her strong will, her hunger for information, and it had always occurred to us that you were wise, not only for your age but also just in general. Traits of Poseidon are also quite obvious, son. We prayed for them to give us answers, but neither of them answer. It's like they don't even hear us. No sign. Nothing." Crethos sighed but nevertheless smiled because of how very proud he was of his adopted son. Perseus sat there, in his chair thinking about the new information he just received. Could he really be the child of two Olympian gods?

"Please Perseus, forgive us for holding this information back for such a long time. We did what we thought would be best for you." Thyia said quietly hoping their son would forgive them.

Perseus stood and walked over to his 'parents'. "I could never hate you." He said without hesitation as he embraced them both tightly. "You guys are my real parents. You loved and took care of me from the second you took me in and I love you for that. You will always be my real parents."

A single tear escaped Thyia's left eye and she embraced her son so tightly that he was gasping for air. "You're the sweetest boy a mum could ever wish for." She whispered as she loosened the hug so that Perseus could breath again. Perseus pulled back too and smiled at both of them while Crethos spoke up: "Perseus can you do something for us?" He asked and Perseus nodded. He would do anything for his parents. "Could you keep this secret and hide it from others?"

Perseus brain went in overdrive thinking about what could happen when he told anyone. None of the possible scenarios were positive and most even ended up with death. "Of course I can. It will only cause pain and trouble if I would tell anybody."

Both of his parents nodded approvingly and after a few minutes of silence Crethos opened his mouth to ask something else: "Perseus, would you like to join your mum and I in going to Athens, visiting your grandparents?" He already knew the answer, but just wanted to be sure.

Perseus' eyes widened as he nodded rapidly. "Yes dad! That would be so awesome!" He exclaimed enthusiastically. He had never been outside the little area around the farm. He was home-schooled by his mom who had studied at an academy in Athens, but left when she fell in love with Crethos, a handyman who was a skilled fighter and quite handy with tools. Crethos smiled at his enthusiasm and he exchanged a look with his wife who nodded in approval. Tomorrow they would make their first family outing and it would be great.

AN: I hoped you guys liked the first chapter of The Mysterious Wanderer and like where this is going. If you have some ideas leave a review with the idea in it and I will consider it if I like it.

Special question for today: What should Perseus all see in Athens? For example; Slavery, robbing, killing, special places and so on. If you have an idea tell, it in the reviews!

I will update this story less frequent than my other and priority #1 story. Sorry for the people who prefer this story.

See you guys later! (I hope)

I sincerely apologize for grammatical errors and spelling mistakes. I am just a human not a language robot.