Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon and Sally Jackson was tired.

He lay in his bunk in his Father's cabin in Half blood camp, his fingers running through his hair which had been scarred partially white from holding up Atlas's burden. Even now after several hours his body still ached from the strain such a task had demanded. Yet it wasn't just a physical fatigue that consumed the young demigod, the past day had also drained him emotionally. Watching Zoe Nightshade, an immortal Hunter who had sworn allegiance to the Goddess of the Moon, dying slowly to poison hadn't been a pleasant experience. Then there was the Council of the Gods that he was subjected to, listening as the Gods for what felt like the hundredth time argue about whether to kill him or risk allowing him to live and possibly follow the prophecy wasn't exactly pleasant, especially the variety of glares he garnered from the Gods, they weren't fun either.

Aries had had always hated Percy since he had kicked his butt during his first quest. Athena hated him for existing, and Zeus seemed to follow a similar logic and he showed it. Aphrodite was just… weird. Hephaestus, Hermes and Apollo were in the camp of barely supporting Percy, to just not caring, though the demigod was just thankfully he wasn't hated by them. To be fair to Hera, Percy had never really had any encounters with the Goddess of Marriage, though she was probably faithful to her cheating husband. Demeter seemed to care more about crops than demigods so she didn't count on Percy's mind.

Of course his Dad liked him… probably. Percy sighed miserably at the thought, he'd never had a good conversation with his Dad, and when they did talk it always felt awkward, like Poseidon didn't really care.

That left Artemis, even the thought of the Goddess sent shivers through Percy, or maybe he was cold?

She probably hated the demigod, her Father did and Zoe had died near the vicinity of the son of Poseidon, though she had given Percy a lift in her moon chariot, so there was that. Then during the council with the other Gods she didn't stare quite so harshly at Percy, a win in his book, but her eyes held another emotion, one that Percy had only seen in the eyes of the sons of Aries when it was time for lunch, it was hunger. For what though? Do Gods even get hungry?

They, the Gods that is, ate ambrosia and drank nectar, maybe Artemis hadn't had her breakfast, though she probably wasn't fed whilst she held up the world.

Percy groaned and rubbed his sore hands onto his face, he was thinking too much about this. Rolling over the demigod closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, a difficult task considering how active his mind was. Yet Morpheus eventually found his way to the troubled demigod.

"Ersu…".

"Persu…".

"Perseus!"

"Ah!" Percy yelped and slammed upwards, his head colliding with the top bed bunk, "ow" he groaned as he looked over to the source of the voice. To the right of the demigod stood a figure clad in a silver parka and grey jeans.

"Err, who are you?" Percy asked beadily, his eyes squinting at the figure's face, unfortunately his head injury was impairing his ability to see.

"You would do well to remember Perseus considering I allowed you to ride in my chariot earlier" the figure told him, her voice strong and irritated.

The demigod's eyes opened wide, any sleepiness disappearing as he shot forward, intending to bow before Lady Artemis. But before Percy could put a foot on the ground the Goddess grabbed the demigod by the shoulder and pushed him back into his bed, his back hitting the wall of the cabin and making Percy wince in pain.

"I did not ask you to move" Artemis growled, her form looking older than the demigod had seen before.

"Lady Artemis why are you here?" Percy asked tentatively, knowing full well the Goddess could kill him in a second.

"Silence!" the Goddess commanded, the annoyance in her voice still lingering over her words, "I have come here for a single purpose boy, and you will not interrupt me with your useless questions!"

Percy swallowed a large painful lump in his throat at Artemis's words, it was obvious that the Goddess of the Hunt was angry at him, but why? Did she truly hate him for what had happened to her hunter?

"Good, perhaps you are not such a fool after all" Artemis muttered at Percy's lack of words. The Goddess then pulled a small object from her waist, the moonlight glinting off of the metal, it was a pale silver hunting blade. With fearful eyes Percy watched as Artemis ran her finger over the side of the dagger, the sound of scratching flesh running over the violent steel sending shivers down the son of Poseidon's back.

"You see Perseus I am here for you" Artemis explained as she moved towards him, her arms resting on the top of his bunk whilst her head peeked inside the lower bunk where the demigod resided, "I am intrigued you might say, you are a boy, a being that reeks of lust and depravity, something that only seeks to use the innocent maidens of this world for your own selfish gains".

At that point Percy wanted to argue with the Goddess, her twisted views on men may have held a fragment of truth, but surely he didn't fall under such a low opinion?

"Don't look at me like that boy!" Artemis spat, "I have seen the way you look at the daughter of Athena, it sickens me to the soul how you can have such vile feeling at such a tender age, without my intervention she would have died holding such a heavy burden, yet all you do is worry about where her heart lies!"

"Annabeth is just a friend, I… I wouldn't do anything to hurt her" Percy retorted weakly, earning him a deathly stare from the Goddess, which shut the demigod up immediately.

"As I was saying" Artemis muttered, her eyes dead set on the demigod, Percy was scared to even breathe, "even though you are male and bear all of the traits that come with such a hideous creature, you were able to hold up Atlas's burden, you should have died, yet you didn't. Now, I want to know something Perseus, which means you must answer me, speak carefully, and know that if you lie to me that I will cut your tongue out of your mouth so that you can never deceive another".

"I err… I don't know how I was able to hold up the sky" Percy answered timidly, the sheen of the Goddess's dagger catching the demigod's eye.

Artemis's eyes thinned angrily and her free hand shot out, grabbing Percy by the scruff of his shirt and yanking him forward, "you are lying to me boy, did I not warn you against such course of action!" she yelled furiously.

"I swear on the River Styx that I'm telling the truth!" Percy yelped as the Goddess's hunting blade drew nearer to his throat. Suddenly a deafening thunderclap was heard throughout the small wooden cabin, for a few moments Artemis eyed the demigod carefully as though he would melt, yet nothing happened to Percy.

"You…you speak the truth" Artemis muttered in disbelief, her anger disappearing from her face and her voice for a brief moment before the focus returned to her silver eyes and iron grip returned to Percy's shirt, "then how did you survive?! The powers you inherited from your Father are meagre in comparison to what your brothers can do, yet you are the only one who has succeeded in such a feat, why?!"

"My powers aren't weak!" Percy argued, offended by Artemis's claim.

A low chuckle emanated from the Goddess's mouth, "oh you are deluded son of Poseidon, your kin are blessed with the powers of the Earth shaker, the ability to control the very water in the air, yet all you can do is play with puddles, your control over your Father's Domain is pathetic".

The demigod's face fell slightly at Artemis's harsh words, she had struck a low blow, the bond he held with his Father, and it hurt.

"No matter" Artemis muttered to herself, "it seems I will only find the answer to this mystery through alternative means". As she spoke her eyes grew darker, and the same eerie hunger that shone in them before returned. Percy couldn't help but look away at the leering gaze of the Goddess.

"What are you going to do?" he whispered, unsure of Artemis's intentions.

"Oh child" she smiled mockingly, "you should feel so blessed with what I am allowing you to partake in, scores of Gods and demigods have desired this for eons".

A flash of silver light swarmed over the demigod and the Goddess, forcing Percy to shut his eyes as Artemis ripped him away from the confines of his safe cabin.

Percy landed haphazardly on the cold, wet and muddy ground. With weary eyes the demigod looked around at his new surroundings, pale moonlight shone through thick foliage and Percy was able to make out what was near him, trees, a forest full of them. The demigod released a tired groan at the sight, all he wanted to do was sleep and now he was being dragged about by the crazed Goddess of the Hunt.

"Lady Artemis?" Percy called out, wondering where the Goddess had gone to. The demigod shuddered as his naked feet came into contact with the moist ground, matters were only made worse as a cold breeze passed through Percy's thin sleeping shirt and shorts. 'Great, should have worn sneakers to bed' Percy cursed bitterly, his hands snaking around his body in hopes of warming it.

For a few minutes the demigod looked about in hopes of finding the missing Goddess, yet she could not be found and when Percy reached into his short pockets he found that Riptide was also missing, a disturbing fact considering the trait of the magical pen.

"Lady Artemis, are you there?" Percy called out again, his teeth chattering slightly as the cold night began to seep into his bones. This time however the demigod received an answer, not a verbal one, but one shot dangerously close to his left foot. Percy jumped as a silver headed arrow dug itself deeply into the ground, fear and dread soon filled the demigod's body, it was obvious now what Artemis's intentions were, she was out to kill him.

Turning around Percy ran, not know where he was going but know it would be better than staying a standing target for the Goddess's piercing arrows. Through thickets of bushes and bramble the demigod sprinted, his feet and legs being cut by the unforgiving spikes and edges of the plant life he trod over, yet Percy couldn't stop. Vainly he tried to feel out for some source of water, yet he could sense nothing, had he been brought to the only forest in the world without a river?

The thunk of an arrow drilling into wood brought Percy out of his musings, and out of the corner he saw the offending arrow, it had just barely missed his head. Was the Goddess toying with him, surely she could make a killing shot, but she wasn't. Perhaps she shared more in common with her brother, Apollo, than she was willing to admit if she was teasing him this badly.

Finally, after weaving in and out of bushes and other flora of the forest it seemed that Artemis's patience had run out. As Percy turned passed a large tree, its roots sticking visibly out of the ground, a sharp pain erupted out of his left upper ankle, the demigod let out a whimper of agony and fell to the ground. Rolling as to avoid slamming he face into the hard wood of the old tree, Percy was able to look at the wound he had sustained, an arrowhead shone gruesomely out of his lower leg, pain radiating from the gruelling wound.

Percy knew he couldn't sit around and wait for the Goddess to move in for the potential killing blow, but it wasn't as though he could move with such an injury. The demigod breathed shallow breathes as his mind landed upon the only realistic solution, removed the arrow. He had heard about the subject before from the sons and daughters of Apollo, it was obvious he couldn't just yank the wood out of his body, it would just make him bleed out quicker.

With shaking hands Percy grabbed the tip of the arrow and pulled it up slightly to give him some room to snap the arrowhead, grunting in discomfort. When the arrow was sufficiently through his leg Percy snapped the arrowhead off, a jolt of red agony shivering through his left leg. Yet Percy wasn't done, with a few more quick breathes the demigod gripped the tail end of the arrow and yanked harshly, the rest of the wooden projectile coming out with some torturous resistance.

Now free of the menacing arrow Percy allowed himself a second to recover, even as blood began to drip freely from his now open wound, right the thing he had just made he pondered grimly. Staggering to his feet, Percy searched the area, his left leg hanging almost limply as to not trigger any further pain. Looking skyward the demigod locked eyes with a most terrifying sight, Artemis sitting in the heavy branch of the old tree he had taken cover in, her bow cradled in her hands as she watched the demigod curiously, her expression one of continued hunger, and satisfaction.

The demigod wondered what he should do, he couldn't run, not far anyway, the Goddess would most likely string and arrow before he could blink. Defeat filled his body, so this was how he was going to die, not from a monster, not from old age or illness, no because some Goddess was just being completely and utterly mad. Of all the things Percy was thinking it was how he regretted being able to lift that stupid pillar in California.

Hanging his head low, the demigod waited for the end, waited for Artemis's temper to snap and for her to loose another arrow, one that would end his short life.

Yet, it seemed the Fates were not content with his demise, a small almost unnoticeable breeze passed under Percy's nose, and with it came the smell of something , the scent of something that felt like home to the young demigod, something that made him feel safe, something that he could trust. It was water, the lifeblood of his powers. With a cocky grin Percy looked back at the Goddess and shot off in search of the source of the delightful smell.

"NO!" Artemis screamed as she realised what had caused the demigod to smile.

Percy limped as quickly as he could, wincing and panting at the pressure he was placing on his injured foot, but it didn't matter, if he could find this water his would be gone. The scent of the delightful liquid was close, it was odd the demigod concluded, he should have felt it sooner, it was almost as if someone had blocked him from this particular sense. Again, Percy didn't really care, if he found the water then he could fight the Goddess, he may not win, but he wouldn't make it easy for Artemis.

Jumping over a fallen log, Percy's eyes fell on the target he was seeking, a babbling river, its watery contents rushing quickly and energetically. The demigod smiled like an idiot as he came closer to the stream, even with the short distance between him and the river he felt better, his tiredness fading just by seeing the comforting sight. With only a few steps to go Percy staggered towards his target, but he wouldn't reach it.

A heavy weight slammed into the back of Percy, a cold knife slicing its way through the side of his lower chest and expelling oxygen from the demigod's lungs. A warm hand grabbed Percy's neck, another settling on his back as he was gently spun around to face his attacker, Artemis, a cruel vindictive smile adorned on her lips, "I won" she whispered to him with wicked delight.

"Why?" Percy croaked, pain radiating through his entire body. What the whole point of this charade?

"Oh Perseus, can you not see why?" Artemis replied before she shook her head, "you are the first mortal to hold up the sky unaided, even Annabeth had some of my aid when I saw her plight. You are unique Perseus, you are strong, in ways that I cannot understand, but this Hunt, it showed me your fortitude, the determination placed in your heart. You were worthy prey".

"Is that all I am to you?" Percy questioned, anger finally surging into his voice.

"No" Artemis muttered to him, her voice thick with emotion and her eyes bright with a dark desire, "you are mine, I have won this game Son of Poseidon, and now I claim you as my trophy".

Percy gasped, his own ability to retain oxygen fading, "you're… you're mad" he told her, no longer fearing any retribution.

Whether she chose not to hear it, or she no longer cared, Artemis made no comment. Instead another burst of blinding silver light engulfed the pair, Percy's stomach twisted as he worried where they would go next.

When Percy next opened his eyes he suddenly wished he hadn't. Infront of him was the entire horde of camp half-blood, all arranged at their tables for breakfast, and he stood at the center, with Artemis's firm hand holding his shoulder, her dagger still embedded in his body.

"Lady Artemis, what is the meaning of this?" Chiron said, his voice filled with veiled anger as he trotted up to the Goddess and her newly acquired trophy.

"Chiron it is good you are here" Artemis answer, his own tone relaxed, her previous anger having faded from both her voice and her expression. Indeed now Percy could truly tell the change in the Goddess's age, she looked in her late teens, her face still holding some shred of childhood, yet the true sign of her age was in her eyes and her firm facial features.

"Camp half-blood, I am here to announce that one of your own will no longer be staying with you" the Goddess announced, her voice sounding victorious, yet Percy felt only misery. With a rough push, Artemis made Percy step forward, "Perseus Jackson took part in a Hunt last night, he tried valiantly to evade me, but in the end I defeated him. As Goddess of the Hunt I have ruled that his life is sacrifice to his failure, he is my trophy".

Percy chanced a quick glance at the faces around him, the demigod expected to see sneering faces, people laughing at this humiliation. Yet that was not the case, instead children from all the tables looked at the Goddess with disgust, even Clarisse looked prepared to attacked Artemis for her action. Annabeth eyed Percy's wounds with worry as he was barely able to stay standing, in truth without Artemis's hand on his back he would have fallen.

"Lady Artemis you cannot truly believe this is wise, surely Lord Poseidon will object to this barbaric treatment of one of his children" Chiron argued diplomatically, some of the heads of tables even nodding in agreement.

Artemis's hand slid from Percy's back to his shoulder, the demigod grimacing at the iron grip of the Goddess, "while my Uncle will not be pleased with these events he can do nothing, Perseus had slipped from his domain to my own, I have gained him fairly".

"You… you can't do that to Percy, he's not a slave!" Annabeth yelled as she stood from her table, her blonde hair flailing about whilst her half brothers and sisters all adding their own silent support.

"Silence!" Artemis commanded, her voice echoing like her Father's, "while you may be a maiden daughter of Athena that does not give you the right to speak! Your friend is mine, and there is nothing that can be done to change his fate".

"What will you do with him?" Chiron questioned, and Percy's heart shattered at his defeated tone, there truly was nothing that could be done if the old centaur had given up.

"He will be treated like all my trophies" Artemis replied formally, her moonlit eyes calming as she spoke to the centaur, "with respect and dignity, but his freedom is gone, he shall obey my will or else he will suffer".

As though to prove her point Percy noticed a bright glow above his head, the blue oceanic glow of his Father's trident, the symbol that proved he had been claimed. Even now Percy smiled at the small symbol, though this soon changed. The blue trident started to shake, fading in and out of existence before it disappeared, being replaced with a new symbol, one that drew the blood from the demigod's face.

Above Percy's head stood a silver bow christened with two arrows that formed a cross over the silver image. A smirked morphed onto Artemis's face at the new symbol, confirming what she had been saying all along, Percy now fell under the domain of the Goddess of the Hunt.

"The deed is done, the news has been spread" Artemis told the downcast camp, "you will never see your champion again, I grant you this chance to say goodbye to your friend".

The hand that held onto Percy's back was removed as the Goddess and Chiron headed away. Millions of thoughts spread Percy's mind, all of them becoming increasingly depressing. Was he to become a slave to the Goddess? A Trophy as she had proclaimed? There were dozens of stories about the Gods stealing away mortals for their own 'purposes'. Yet, Artemis was one of the three virgin Goddesses, she wouldn't stoop so low. The demigod paused a second after this thought before shaking his dismissal away, Artemis had just taken his freedom, he wouldn't be surprised if he lost his dignity, if he had any of that left.

"Percy?" a soft, sad voice muttered to the defeated demigod.

"Oh… hi Wise Girl" Percy replied, his voice faint and weak, his wounds still aching. Infront of the son of Poseidon stood the daughter of Athena, her face as sad as Percy felt.

"This… this is wrong Percy, Artemis can't do this" Annabeth told him as though her words could offer some comfort, "no one here wants you to go".

"I don't want to go Annabeth, but you heard her, I lost and she won, it's pretty hard to argue with a God's rules" Percy admitted, his face downcast.

"I'll… I'll find a way" Annabeth replied determinedly, "I should go tell Thalia as well, she won't be happy to hear what her Lady has done either". With that Annabeth ran off from Percy to find a Drachma and some mist, even though the later wished that she'd stay.

The next twenty minutes passed with tension thick in the air, Percy had been encouraged to sit with the children of Apollo as they looked at his wounds, feeding his a few squares of ambrosia. All the while Clarisse walked in a furious circle, muttering about how she had been beaten by Artemis in beating Percy. Though the daughter of Aries did pause for a moment and offered to carry a message along for Percy to anyone he wished, something that both surprised the demigod, but did warm his heart, if only a little.

However, this quiet time did end when Artemis and Chiron returned, the Centaur looking pale with sadness welled in his eyes. Chiron's hooves pounded in Percy's ears as he approached the demigod.

"I'm sorry Percy, there is nothing that can be done" the old Centaur told the son of Poseidon, "I will tell your mother of your fate, but… Lady Artemis was speaking the truth. You will be staying in her presence and you must do as she commands".

If Percy's stomach hadn't already hit rock bottom it did now, even though he was sitting he felt his legs shake, "why Chiron?" he muttered in utter confusion, "why is she doing this to me?"

"Oh Percy' the great teacher sighed heavily, 'you have done something to catch her eye, perhaps she sees you as a noble being, your feats are impressive for your age. But these are just guesses, you will have to ask her yourself. You will have the time of course, all of eternity in fact".

The demigod felt bile fill his throat at Chiron's response… he was immortal and looking over to the imposing Goddess Percy knew that he would be watched carefully for any suspicious actions. Percy's head went hazy at the implications, trapped in servitude to Artemis forever. The Son of the sea God now realised with bitter hatred that he knew how the wife of Hades felt, and if he didn't he would, eventually.

"Come Perseus, we have wasted enough time here" Artemis beckoned, her hand outstretched, a silent demand for his own smaller hand.

Percy refused, staying planted to the wooden surface of the table he was seated. However, it seemed the Goddess's temper was still short fused. A small glow emanated from her silvery eyes, a power pulling the demigod. Against his own volition Percy rose from the table and walked to Artemis, his legs going stiffly as Percy tried with all of his remaining will to fight the Goddess's siren call. In the end, it didn't matter. A shaking hand from Percy met with Artemis, who clamped down on his thin hand, her own warm and tight.

Looking to his friends and fellow camp members Percy could see his own despair reflect in the eyes of the other demigod, he didn't close his eyes even as a the bright light of Artemis's power engulfed him and tore him from his home, he didn't want to forget the place which had felt safe.

When the overpowering cloud that lingered in Percy's eyes faded away he saw that he was inside an expansive tent, the floor lavishly carpeted in a deep thick purple rug. A large bed stood in the center of the room, the frame painted in flawless silver that held no shimmer or glare. Elsewhere chests lined the walls, filled with hidden contents that Percy would admit to be curious at what was held within. A strong pull at his left hand threw Percy's attention back to the Goddess, would held a calm, almost pleased smile on her lips.

"I hope you find this place comfortable, this is where you shall be staying, my tent shall keep you safe from anyone that might wish to seek you out" Artemis told him, her eyes not leaving his face for a second.

"It's nice, but I…" Percy began only to be interrupted by the Goddess.

"You wish to return" Artemis finished rudely, a hint of anger in her voice once again, "are you deaf? Did I not tell you that you would be staying with me, you have no say in this matter Perseus".

"What do you want from me then?!" Percy yelled, finally allowing all of his rage, anxiety and every other negative emotion out.

A vicious cold formed in Artemis's eyes at the demigod's outburst, "You. Are. Mine. I will use you as I please boy, if I desire to hunt you again, then I shall, If I require aid in a Hunt, then you will fight. I do this not out of hatred because you are male, but because of this… this factor, this trait of yours that allows you survive, to be… better. I do not know why Zoe held you high regard Perseus, but this inner strength you possess is incredible and it is mine. Someday you will see the honour I have given you as a gift, and when you do you shall make a fine husband", her warm hand cradling his chin in a possessive fashion as she spoke.

"You're… you won't" Percy muttered, the same fearful possibility creeping into his thoughts again whilst despair rampaged through his mind.

"Do what boy?" Artemis growled, her free left hand moving rapidly to grab Percy's upper head, her fingers digging into his cheek and scalp, the demigod wincing at the harsh treatment of the Goddess. Yet this was not the worst of it, a piercing feeling erupted in the back of head, worse than any headache Percy had ever experienced, and it did not stop but instead spread through his head making him whimper and cry out in pain, tears forming at the edges of his now tightly shut eyes.

After what felt like hours the Goddess removed her hand from Percy's now sweating head and pushed him to the ground, an unreadable frown on her face as the suffering demigod opened his eyes.

"I do with you as I wish Perseus" Artemis snapped coldly, her voice filling the demigod with dread, how did she know what Percy had meant?

Slowly Artemis turned to what looked like the exit of the large tent, a thin gaps exposing the outside world. At the precipice of the thick material Artemis looked back at Percy, her eyes making the demigod feel sick. With a flick of her hand a thin band of pure silver metal appeared around Percy's ankle, a single chain extending from it and to one of the posts holding up the tent.

"I shall return shortly Perseus" Artemis told her now chained trophy, who pulled at the unbreakable metal experimentally, receiving a jolt of pain up his arm at such an attempt, "do not try anything foolish in my absence, you do not want to anger your Lady any further do you?"

Percy briefly meet Artemis's eyes, his temptation to disobey, to spit or to simply shout again was almost overwhelming, but he held his tongue on any foul remarks, "no… Lady Artemis".

A thin, cruel smile formed on the Goddess's pale face, "good, my little trophy" she muttered, her voice filled with a deep overpowering emotion that made Percy want to throw up.

Artemis left the tent soon afterwards, the sunlight that shone through the brief open exit blinded Percy from seeing where Artemis was going. With shaking hands Percy pushed himself back up and tested to see how far his chain would let his go, which turned out to be barely anywhere. The furthest Percy was able to reach was the bed, covered in animal furs, no doubt Artemis's other trophies, at least their end was quick Percy thought, still full of bitterness at his fate.

Seeing no other alternative Percy sat on the bed, its surface soft and almost enticing but the demigod resisted its alluring calls of sleep, not knowing what would happen to him if he slept. Instead choosing to look down at his hands, battered and scarred. Part of Percy believed he should be happy that Artemis hadn't killed him, though this stray thought was tackled and snuffed out brutally, there were fates worse than death, and looking around at the close confines of the tent… no prison Percy realised that this was one of them.

Tears began to well and leak forth from the son of Poseidon's eyes, streaming freely down his cheeks and splattering on his hands. There was no one that could aid him. He was a slave to a God, there was no child service that would help him, no higher force that would save him.

He was a trophy for the Goddess of the Hunt, and he was powerless to do anything about it.

A/N:

Was a bit unsure of the rating this story should have, referencing something like rape is always a grey subject in terms of ratings, but because it doesn't happen in writing I'll leave as 'T'. If anyone wants it changed just PM me and I'll switch it over.

This story is basically a heavy reference to Persephone and how she was forced to be Hades's wife, though with a gender-twist. Also I'm confused how this idea hasn't been done yet... Artemis is the Goddess of the Hunt... she's gonna hunt the person she's interested in...

This is a one shot, I ain't planning on doing anything else on this story, or anything Percy Jackson related. This was just an idea that spread to 5k words. As a final note, I'm British which in the reason for different spelling and other vernacular, if it is too weird for ya... tough...

If you want to leave review go ahead, I know this ain't a pleasant story to read so yeah... say what you want I guess.

ciao.