SUMMARY: What would happen if Percy Jackson wasn't the son of Poseidon?

Sorry if people think that's short, best way to describe the story really!

Chapter 1: Discovering a child

Percy Jackson had known for a long time that he was no ordinary school boy. He always seemed to attract monsters wherever he went, even when he was in a different country they seemed to find him. They just seemed to turn up out of no where.

What was unusual was that no one else he knew could ever see them apart from him. Whenever he tried to explain about a monster attack to the people around him, they always laughed and stated that he was crazier than they thought he was.

His foster parents didn't make his life any easier. He could live with the women, he refused to call her mother because she had never acted like a Mother towards him. She only made nasty comments towards him but mainly just ignored him. The man, Percy couldn't live with. He had certainly not earned the right to be called Father as he constantly kept beating Percy until Percy was either unconscious or on the brink of death. He could never kill Percy because people would get suspicious and if there was one thing he didn't want to do, it was arouse suspicion.

One particular night, he had come home in a drunken state and had saw Percy just slip on the wood floor of the hallway and he lunged towards him and started badly bruising his body to the point where Percy started begging for death to take him. After the cruel man stopped the beating, he grabbed a knife from the kitchen draw and made his way towards Percy. He ripped off Percy's top and placed the knife to the top of Percy's back and ripped it all the way down so a good portion of the back muscles had been ripped. He stayed away from the spinal cord cause he didn't want to kill him just yet.

This was why he hated males. They were always smelly and they always seemed to be violent, even when they weren't drunk.

They were never considerate of other peoples feelings and only ever thought of how a situation would affect them, not anyone else around them.

These were all on Percy's mind as he stood in the middle of a museum with his new friend, Grover. Grover was the only friend Percy had because he was a rather unapproachable person. Whenever a male came up to try and be his friend he would just turn around and walk of or would give them a cold stare and not say a word. He wasn't someone with a lot of words and wasn't into making conversation.

However, if a female cam up to him and tried to be his friend he would give them a smile and would make a little bit of conversation with them. More than with males anyway.

Percy was startled out of his thoughts by Grover nudging him in the side of the ribs.

"Percy, your being spoken to" whispered Grover in his ear.

"Sorry, Sir. I didn't hear you."

"I said, Percy. Who is the maiden Goddess who swore of men forever and started her own group known as the hunters?" Asked the teacher standing at the front of the congregated class.

"Artemis, leader of the hunters of Artemis" came the quick reply. It was as if he didn't need to even think about the answer.

"Correct, Percy" said the teacher with a smile.

Percy looked towards Grover to see him looking at him with a curios and thoughtful expression.

"What?"

"Nothin, How'd you know that?" Asked Grover.

"Don't know, just came to me. I know nothing about Greek stuff" replied Percy with a shrug of the shoulders.

"Really, huh" whispered Grover, just so that Percy wouldn't be able to hear him.

A FEW MONTHS LATER

"Not another damn school trip" muttered Percy to himself as they wondered the grounds of the forest they were visiting. he had forgotten the name of it.

"Don't ya like em?" Asked Grover from his side.

"No, do you?"

"Better than school Bud" said Grover, grinning,

"Suppose" muttered Percy, in his usual dark mood.

A guy who looked around thirty or so came up to the students wearing a red shirt and blue trousers. They clashed horribly.

"I'm gonna teach you a little about Archery for your first session here. Your second will be drawing, next will be problem solving and the final session this afternoon will be canoeing. Now, everyone walk over to the targets" instructed the tacky guy.

Percy walked over tot he targets and picked up a bow. Before anyone else could say anything, he grabbed an arrow and placed it into the bow. He drew back the string and saw the arrow dart through the air and his the bull's-eye on the target. He did this two more times and each ended in the same spot.

A FEW HOURS LATER

"How'd you do that?" Grover questioned on the bus ride back to the school.

"Always felt at home when I am doing Archery. Its a stress reliever of sorts" replied the tame and level voice of Percy who sat next to Grover on the coach.

Grover nodded from his spot next to Percy but didn't say anything. He looked around for anyone watching them and he saw no one. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching them. He looked around the seat in front of him and saw half-blood hill out of the bus drivers window. He didn't move but just stared.

The bus all the sudden started shaking and the students voices started to go up in panic.

"No one panic, just all of you please stay calm" said the voices of a number of teachers as they got out of their seats anf walked the end of the coach.

The coach pulled over and the bus driver gout out of his seat and out of the coach all together. You could hear a pin drop at the silence coming from everyone within the coach until a scream of pain from a man came from outside the bus. Then the driver was chucked back onto the bus but not in one piece. The head was chucked on first, then the chest, arms, legs and feet all came after that.

Percy looked away and started to feel a little sick at the sight of it.

"Man, that is no hygienic" commented Grover from beside Percy.

Then a roar came from outside the coach and the shacking started again. By this point, even the teachers had started to panic.

"Alright Perce, we gotta get out of here" stated Grover as he grabbed Percy's hand and dragged him to the front of the coach.

"Wait, you wanna get of this thing when a monster is out there" questioned Percy with a shocked expression.

"Don't worry, the mortals can take care of themselves, we just need to get you to safety" waved of Grover as he jumped from the coach, pulling Percy with him.

Outside, Percy looked towards where the end of the coach was to see around a dozen oversized dogs looking at him.

"Hellhounds" stuttered Grover as he grabbed my hand, again, and set of running, dragging me along for the ride.

"Why are we going for a hill" shouted Percy as the hellhounds chased them, forgetting about the coach.

"Because you will be safe there, trust me" shouted back Grover, over his shoulder.

They reached the hill with the hellhounds nibbling at their anckles and just made it through the arch where Thalia's tree was and went across the border leaving the hellhounds howling.

"Alrigght, you gotta tell me what the hell that was" Percy shouted to Grover before he grabbed his back in pain and collapsed, past out. Still clutching his back with an expression of pain, even though he was unconscious.

A/N- ZOE IS OBVOUSLY ALIVE WITH THE HUNTERS AND THALIA HAS ALREADY JOINED THEM. WHEN ZOE ATTAMPTED TO RECRUIT HER, SHE SAID YES THE FIRST TIME. ANNABETH IS IN THE HUNT AS WELL. PLEASE REVIEW IF YHOU CAN AS WELL.

SIGHNING OFF,

CHASER 10