(AN I want to give credits (because their story partially helped me come up with the idea of the mortal) to 'Luna and Khaos' or if you want their separate profiles 'Khaos20' and 'LunaEtSidera'. Now, on with the story! /AN)

Chapter 1: The Demigods

Percy's POV

Loading this kind of rifle was a tough thing for someone my age. My parents watched as I tipped a small amount of gunpowder needed in before dropping a perfectly spherical stone down the muzzle. Then I took the ramrod and shoved it down the rifle to push the projectile up against firing agent. It was tough laborious work and I could wield knives, swords and bows and various other weapons efficiently but my parents never wanted to get too behind in technology and made me use guns as well.

My mother nodded her head in approval so I aimed the rifle at the creature in front of me. I never went to school— my parents thought it unnecessary and worthless in the 'real' world. What was this world? Well, it was full of monsters that was for certain. We believed in the Greek and Roman gods… why? Well, that might be because we are a family of monster hunters.

Paul Jackson, Sally Blofis-Jackson and I were for some reason the only people who could see these monsters. Paul and Sally swore long ago to hunt these foul creatures down. In their time they had discovered a lot about these monsters. The first rule of monster hunting: Steel arrows are useless; no metal known to mankind can harm them and it seems that the ancient Greeks and Romans must have used stone and wooden weapons to kill them. Yes, all of my swords and knives are wooden; you got a problem with that? That is also why we use muskets and not newer guns.

They had come up with theories that perhaps we are direct descendants of ancient Greeks and Romans that could see the monsters and have no 'taint' from other races in our blood. After all we did look very Greek. Our blood-tests confirmed that we had a very isolated strain of DNA.

I lifted the musket up and aimed down the iron sights at the snake-woman creature. She carried a pilum spear of some kind of strange gold material and had a sword swinging by her side which looks to be cast a bronze metal. The spear looked like a giant golden toothpick and I would have chuckled if I didn't have to be as silent as possible.

I took a breath in and held it before firing and releasing it again. The creature wailed as the stone ripped through her head and turned her into a fine golden dust. The resounding crack filled the forest and sent animals fleeing in several directions. Paul grinned and patted me on the back before we walked over to the weapons on the ground, "Nice shot my boy. You're getting good at this."

I grinned before picking up the sword. It glowed slightly in the darkness; giving off a faint light. I recognized the style. It was a Greek leaf shaped xiphos. On it 'Anaklusmos' was inscribed in Greek. My parents forced me to learn Greek and Latin and they had collected tons of gold and silver called drachmas and denarii; Greek and Roman respectively.

As my father bent over to pick up the spear three people stumbled out of the underbrush holding bronze weapons tentatively. I pulled one on my pre-loaded flintlock pistols and cocked it. They dropped their weapons and raised their hands defensively.

One of them was a small, timid girl of about seven with stormy grey eyes that could peer through the soul and blond eyes who was about my age. She hid behind a taller boy with sky blue eyes and blond hair who was probably in his early teens and another girl who was about the same age as him who had jet black hair and electric-blue eyes and you could practically feel the electric aura surrounding her. She was terrifying with her gothic choice of clothing.

The boy asked shyly, "Are you guys veteran demigods?"

My mother looked at them and shook her head before saying, "We are not. We are an old Greek family who are devoted to hunting monsters and killing abusive people who we come across. Percy it's all right you can holster the pistol."

I hesitantly put it back into 'safe' mode and holstered it. I had heard of demigods but had never met them. To be honest the only thing I envy of them was that they could have superpowers. Other than that their lives seem pretty shitty (pardon my French).

I gave the thirteen year old girl a hardened glare before saying, "Daughter of Zeus, am I right?"

She flinched noticeable under the icy glare that I gave her. It's not often you find a seven year old that looks as terrifying as I. She regained her composure before glaring back at me with a glare of close to the same intensity and affirming, "Correct."

I rolled my eyes before saying, "It'll take a lot more than a glare to scare me, lightning child."

I looked down at their weapons and said. "Metal is useless against monsters. Believe me we've tried. We're probably just going to toss these weapons in the store-room when we get back to our place."

The boy gave me look, "Dude are you serious? Those are magic metals. They can harm monsters. Your mortal steel doesn't. What did you use to kill that dracaena?"

"There are magic metals?" Paul asked curiously and looked down at the gold spear.

I picked up the small stone musket ball and tossed to the boy. He examined there and said, "Stone? I guess we never thought of that."

What are your names, children?" My mother asked.

The older girl now spoke up again, "I'm Thalia Grace, the moron over there is Luke Castellan and the young brains is Annabeth Chase."

There was an indignant cry from Luke and we all chuckled. Father then said, "The runt over here is our son Percy, I'm Paul Jackson and this is my lovely but deadly wife Sally Blofis-Jackson."

I frowned but said nothing as the boy explained where they were headed, "We're going to Camp Half-Blood so we'll just be on our way."

My mother stopped them as they picked up their weapons, "Stay with us for the night before you go. You look like you need somewhere to rest."

They gave us unsure looks but caved in at the idea of sleeping indoors.

As we walked through the forest we encountered lots of monsters. But soon enough we broke into the city and monsters ceased to come. They were proven correct when we found that the weapons could slice through the monsters. We only had two weapons so mother stuck to using her stone arrows. The sword seemed to perfectly balance itself for me even though it was big enough to be a two handed sword for me.

Our apartment is a penthouse apartment and we owned the entire top floor. My parents made a fortune selling Greek and Roman antiquity to museums. There was a training hall and conveniently there were five bedrooms. We never ate at home so we had no need for a kitchen. All our food was cooked over a campfire and hunted. However we had a Chinese hotpot for when we wanted to enjoy food indoors on a cold day.

If you've never heard of it just look it up on the internet. There was a joke about blue food that my parents were in on and ever since they dyed our hotpot and drinks blue.

And so we sat around the hotpot drinking blue coke and eating blue dyed hotpot food. We had all loosened up and were sharing more of our stories with each other. All three of them came from hard backgrounds. They were the hunted while we were the hunters.

That night was a peaceful night…

Until morning came…

CRASH!

A loud bang was heard from the elevator door. I immediately jumped up and pulled out the sword which I now discovered could magically turn into a pen out. The fait light gleamed as my parents and I crept to the door. The three people wearily but preparedly came out off their guest rooms and raised their weapons.

Suddenly a beast ripped through the elevator doors. I watched in horror as the beast's two horns impaled one of my parents each. "MOM! DAD!"

I charged forward and slashed at the Minotaur wildly as it swiped at me with its battle-ax. The blade glanced off my hardened skin.

Oh right, about that. My parents dipped me into the Styx after they heard about some kind of prophecy from the Oracle of Delphi one time that a mortal of ancient blood would bear the curse and defeat something big with a child of the eldest gods. That is what I've been training up to this whole time.

Luke, Thalia and Annabeth were in shock and surprise. Shock from the death of my parents and surprised that I was not cloven in half. I dashed forward and in one deft move I sliced the Minotaur's head clean off. That was much easier than last time when I had to shoot him half full with arrows.

I sprinted to my parents side and ripped the head along with the horns out of their bodies and sobbed. They were still alive but it was far too late.

"Percy," My dad choked out. "Continue our work. You are our legacy. Protect the world from these vile beings. I love you Percy. I'll see you in Elysium."

"Another war is coming. Mourn not or all will be lost. Bring them to camp but you need not linger there. You have much to learn. You can save this world. We love you. Until we meet again." She gave me a sad smile as I sobbed over their bodies. They both let out gasps of air as their life-force was extinguished.

I stayed there as sobs wracked through my body. Someone placed a hand tentatively and comfortingly placed on my shoulder. I didn't want the comfort though. I shrugged her hand off and turned to sit on the floor as I held my face in my hands…

Shakily I reached into my pocket and pulled four golden drachmas out to place them on their eyes before I stood and entered their room to pull out two burial shrouds. They expected it to happen someday and they always had them handy. Thalia helped me wrap my parents with the shroud.

Luckily this apartment is completely fire proof so I hastily packed all of the things I needed before building a funeral pyre with logs we hadn't used yet in the centre of the living room. There ten gas masks in a cupboard so we put them on before honoring my parents and placing them on the pyres and burning them.

Tears trickled down my face as I turned the extraction vents on to vent as much carbon monoxide as possible. We stared down at the burning bodies of my parents. Annabeth too cried as she clutched Luke close.

Soon enough the fire died out and the smoke started to clear out of the room. I knew that in part it was the demigods that stood here with me's fault, but they never intended for it to happen. My parents would not want me to blame it on them… That being said I still felt like I blamed them a bit.

Ripping off my mask, I looked around. The smoke had cleared out of the room and now all that could be seen from the fire was the scorched marble the pyre was built on.

I murmured, "Αναπαύσου εν ειρήνη μητέρα. Αναπαύσου εν ειρήνη πατέρα. Δεν θα τα παρατήσω. Τα τέρατα θα πληρώσει!"

Apparently I said it loud enough for the others to hear me and they gave me pitying looks. I chose to say the same thing again in Latin but more confidently, "Requiescant in pace matrem. Requiescant in pace patrem. Ego mos non desistam. Monstra reddam!"

And with that I picked up the things I had packed: a recurve bow, a quiver of stone-headed arrows, a few normal steel arrows for hunting, my two flintlock pistols in their holsters, my obsidian hunting knives and the pen-sword called Riptide. All of my medical supplies were stuffed into a rucksack and I would have no need for my aztec macuahuitl sword because it was unwieldy compared to the bronze sword I had gotten as spoils.

I was about to leave but I stopped and ran back in. I picked up the golden pilum and pulled a picture of me and my parents hunting along with a USB stick loaded with photos. I stared at the photo before stuffing it into my bag along with the frame.

I then ran into my parents's bedroom and pulled a large chest out from under the bed and dragged it into the hall. The others gathered around me as I kicked it open and pulled out sacks of cash, drachmas and denarii. I handed each of them one sack of mortal cash and one sack of drachmas and stuffed the rest of the coin and cash into another rucksack which I then swung over one shoulder.

"You don't need to give us this." Luke said.

I rolled my eyes. "What need do I have for five million bucks I will never need? There are five million dollars in each sack. There are five thousand drachmas in each coin sack. That's why they are so heavy. If you don't want it then use it to fund your camp. Just don't argue with me."

They didn't argue with that. What I didn't tell them was that in the rucksack I carried I had stuffed thirty-million bucks, half a million drachmas and half a million denarii. It was an enchanted bag that my parents had assumed was abandoned by questers. It felt like a feather-weight on my shoulder despite having enough gold to weigh a few tons.

I walked out of the apartment and into the elevator wondering how that big of a monster could even get up here…

The elevator was wrecked. It looked as if something had ripped a giant hole in the ceiling. Nevertheless, it still worked. The others were reluctant to get in the elevator but relented when I threatened to hang, draw and quarter them.

The elevator shot down and threatened to dispose of us through the ceiling but we managed to hold on by the railings at the edge before we exited.

What was the first thing we see?

Monsters. Obviously. These demigods are like magnets. I had a feeling it was mostly the fault of Thalia though... Wait is that a satyr they're attacking?

I pulled out the sword with my right hand and held an obsidian knife in my left with a reverse grip. I ran up and stabbed the empousa that threatened to suck the life out of the satyr in the back with the knife before turning and placing myself between the the monsters and the terrified descendant of Pan.

A dracaena gave me an incredulous look, "Interesting... This one is a simple mortal..."

"Begone foul beasts!" I yelled, drawing the attention of lobby workers.

"What do you think you could do to us child?" Another empousa hissed at me.

"I could kill you! It's all I've done my whole life!" With that I charged forward and hacked at the monsters, wanting to avenge my parents. But no amount of killing monsters could satisfy me.

More of them started entering the lobby from outside and I saw Luke and Thalia rush over to fight them. The satyr ran over to check on Annabeth and tried to avoid my wide arcing sword.

Soon enough I had cleaned off my group of monsters and so had Thalia and Luke. We ran over to the Satyr and Annabeth. I leveled my sword with the satyr's face. "Who are you?"

He whimpered and hid behind the seven year old girl which was a funny sight considering she was about two feet shorter than him. "I'm Grover. I smelled powerful demigods around here... It's her! The daughter of Zeus!"

"The daughter of Zeus has a name." Thalia grumbled threateningly.

Grover whimpered but said, "I have to bring you guys to camp." He sniffed me, "You don't smell like a demigod..."

"That's because I'm not. My name I Percy Jackson. I come from a family of pure ancient Greek and Roman blood. My father is of pure Roman blood and my mother is of pure Greek. I don't have any godly ancestors whatsoever but I am a clear-sighted mortal. My family have always been monster-hunters. I am the bearer of the Curse of Achilles but I prefer to call it the Blessing of the Styx as I would have died a hundred times over had I not got it when I was but a baby in its swaddling cloths. My parents died today and it's probably because she is a freaking monster-magnet." I glared at Thalia before lowering my sword from Grover's face.

Thalia turned a bit sad and scared that I might kill her. "I'm sorry..."

"Don't worry about it. They knew what monster-hunting would get them someday. It was going to happen one day. All I know is that beef-brains has Hades to pay when I'm done with him." I interrupted.

She gave me a grateful smile before turning to Grover. "Take us to camp then."

Grover shakily nodded before leading us out. I wondered where this camp was because my parents and I had never encountered it on our travels. These were the first demigods I ever met. My parents had met quite a few in their own time though. That brought up another thought. Back in the days of my namesake — Perseus — they had to channel their powers through weapons that would only work in the hands of the demigod it was intended for unless the godly parent allowed someone else to use it. He had an adamantine harpe sword that was the same harpe used by Saturn or Kronos. Nowadays the gods couldn't be bothered and they just blessed their children directly… if at all. Children of or Apollo, Hermes never receive blessing or they would have powers like the ability to magically heal or burst into light or to run at a million miles per hour.

We walked through the streets of Manhattan and I finally asked Thalia, "Do you have any powers?"

She grinned, "Yea I can control electricity and lightning. Pretty cool huh?"

I frowned, "Children of Zeus can fly and control wind and stuff like that. Perhaps you should try. If I were a demigod I'd prefer to be a child of Poseidon, they have pretty much all the powers as a child of Zeus but they can control water, earthquakes and a bunch of other stuff. Lightning is difficult for children of Poseidon but they can practice they can be as good if not better than children of Zeus. Flying is risky and also difficult for them but them could stand on top of wind and stuff like that. Hades hates Zeus but comparatively Zeus got the short end of the stick when it came to powers. I mean even children of Hades have more powers and are probably more powerful than those of Zeus. That being said Zeus in general has the most raw power because of his status as king and can summon massive bolt of lightning that can wipe entire armies out."

Thalia looked at me in surprise but looked terrified at the idea of flying for some reason, "You seem pretty wise and smart. Too much so for a seven year old mortal. You should be in school kid. I mean even your language is on the level of older people."

I chuckled, "What can I say? That happens when you spend most of your life since four years old hunting."

"Wait did you say earlier you bathed in the Styx? Like Achilles?" Luke asked.

I rolled my eyes, "Well, duh? That Minotaur would have cloven me in half if I didn't have the blessing. I wouldn't have half of my skill in weaponry without it. My parents heard of a premonition from wandering demigods and they were the only clearsighted mortals who fought monsters so they assumed I would be the child in the prophecy. They guessed right and I didn't turn to ashes when I was bathed in it. That means either you are the other person in the prophecy or you die and there is another child of the big three who will either preserve or raze Olympus. So train up, will you?"

Thalia suddenly looked frightened. To have such a big responsibilty on your shoulders must really suck. Then again... as of today, my life officially sucks.

The journey was long... So basically it was boring. We came to a stop halfway down a highway and I gave Grover an incredulous look when I saw the van and sign that was painted with the words, 'Delphi Strawberry Service'...

That was where my parents always bought strawberries from! They were honestly the best strawberries in the world and every other company envied them... Why am I talking about strawberries?

Grover was about to lead us into the forest but suddenly a ton of monsters surged out. I cursed and pulled the Roman javelin off my back before proceeding to hurl it at the biggest cyclops. Reaching into my pocket, I retrieved my sword still in the form of a pen and uncapped it. I didn't even bother to drop my bags as I leapt into the fray.

Every monster fell quickly and we made our way up the hill through the small army of monsters. An arch came into sight with the words 'Camp Half-Blood' on it came into sight. I picked up the golden pilum from where it was imbedded the ground and tossed my sword into my left arm. My choice of dual-wielding was an odd one. Not many people would use both a spear and a sword at the same time.

Stabs and strikes came out as quick as a demon might fight... But then the most unfortunate thing happened.

A spear struck Thalia right through the chest... A killing blow. She may have been a monster magnet that probably got my parents killed but I was consumed with rage at the demise of a person who I had spent the last half-day becoming friends with.

I started attacking monsters with a force I had never fought with before as demigods started to appear at the border to camp. These demigods quickly organized themselves into a Greek phalanx and advanced towards the monster army.

Then something hit the back of my head... and hard.

The last thing I could see was a gigantic blast of lightning rushing down from the heavens and striking Thalia's limp and dying body before I passed out... I just hoped they didn't mistake me for a demigod... That would be catastrophic for me.