Story Preview: Perseus Jackson, the first Hunter.

AN: Heeeey everyone! I know it's been awhile, but I've been busy with school, friends, and work recently, and I've only found a new muse for a new story idea within a mixture of Bloodborne, Dark Souls, and RWBY.

Needless to say, this is a little Pilot Preview for my hopefully next story. Enjoy! –Slam4c.

? P.O.V:

Before the so called "professional" monster hunters (Hunters of Artemis and Heracles included), there were the REAL Hunters, the ones who went toe to toe with dragons, had arm wrestling contests with bloody abominations thrice their size, and were normal people when off duty.

Confused? I would be too, so let's start; from the beginning.

Before there was fire, before there were Titans, and Gods, there was literally nothing. No seriously, just fog, tall, boring trees, and a few interesting rocks here and there. The Primordials had an age old enemy, one who kept them, along with Humanity, underground out of fear of death.

These jerks were the Beasts…You thought that they'd have a more original name huh? Well too bad, this story's probably going to be filled with clichés knowing me. Anyways, the Beasts came from the abyss, literally were made out of darkness with sticks shoved in their rear ends. They came in all shapes and sizes, dragons, leviathans, kittens, etc.

In short: Beasts=jerks and villains, and now for the good guys!

The Primordials were our leaders, considering they had power, and knowledge, their humility kept us alive, with us fearing for our lives every day until the discovery of Fire and Hope. Yeah I know another cliché, sue me alright?

The fire allowed us to forge armor, weapons, and, most importantly, allowed us to forge B.A.M.F's. The only problem was, everyone was too scared to go outside, so we decided to just all shuffle around awkwardly until one man volunteered. That idiot was me, Percy Jackson.

I know, you'd think that someone with raven black hair, sea green eyes, dashingly good looks and a charming sarcastic personality wouldn't volunteer huh? But I had chosen odd weapons for even back then.

I chose a Scythe, a machine called a crossbow, and magic.

I'll get to those later.

So I was sent outside, and what do you know, the world's boring and dead. So after a lot of sweet talking and convincing the others, we finally all started our march into the Beast's Heartland to challenge the Apex Beasts.

Not gonna lie, lots of people died, but they're really just extras that pretty much everyone kills off in their stories right…? I hope…

And after we slew the Apex Beasts, we built Kingdoms, and rejoiced in a world of new hope, new solutions, bloody evolution, and absolution.

And I was granted the title of being Perseus Jackson, the First Hunter.

Which had become a profession, hunting the remaining beasts.

Anyways, ending this with a cliché again: My name's Percy and this is my story.

AN: And there ya all have it, the newest preview, thoughts appreciated, my dry humor is hopefully liked, and I hope I got blunt, cliché, and sarcastic Percy right.

And going to tell you right now: If this is a success, I will be upgrading Percy with weapons, armor, and his powers, I WILL take suggestions and I will NOT shoot you if you criticize me (I'll stab you with my tears…)

Please review, and remember, fight the good fight.

Don't feed the Yao Guai.

And give random people big hugs.

-Slam4c