In this world, the world humans call Earth, there are three superficial levels that are directly effecting it.

These levels are hard to remain in balance. If one falls the others follow. If one grows in strength, the others will lack the power to balance it and fade. If they faded, then the others shall follow.

It is a delicate balance, if the homeostasis, balance of the world, were leaning too far from it's normal capacity, then all hope is lost. The world is delicate.

There are three levels on earth, and even more in space, then there is one being, beyond the powers of a human. Not necessarily too far from a human's fantasy, because he is just that. If it can be thought of it is real.

The lowest level on earth, a human. A full mortal being. They carry out civilization, more importantly, Western civilization. Should they die, then Chaos will rule the world.

There is however, a more powerful form of a human, but still a human. They can see through the Mist, they are known as Clear Sighted, they can see better than most of the second level however the odds such a human exists is so slim there may be only one in each continent or even the world.

Clear Sighted can be a gift, but if you are unaware of the third level there is no point. Everyone thinks they are delusional, no it is the regular mortals that are delusional. As it is the will of the Mist, a powerful force that can hide anyone, change anyone, and make people see what isn't even there.

No the Mist is the most powerful of the second tier, although it has no mind and can be changed by lower ranks of the second level, it can even fool people in the second level.

The second level is known as Half-bloods.

The human offspring are called Demigods, a demigod is a part human, part god. They carry out a quest for Gods. Gods, by ancient law, are bound to their seat as their children are forced to carry out the task.

However the Demigods are of the most curious kind of Half-blood. Unlike the other Half-bloods they are part mortal. There are things that can hurt a Demigod, but not the mortal beings such as Imperial Gold, Celestial Bronze, or Stygian Iron. They simply fade through a mortal. There are also things that can hurt them but not a god. A bullet, a gun, a mortal metal. Those are simply pokes to a god, even a minor god.

This isn't the case to all Half-bloods, only a Demigod. There are ones like a Cyclops, hellhound, or Storm Spirit, they can never die by a Demigod nor God alone, they must kill together or it shall never fade. Yes, a God or Goddess must break the Ancient Law to aid a Demigod in killing. It is more difficult as a God or Goddess can only kill beings in their domain.

Lastly is the highest, most powerful level. They, are Gods. Not any kind of god either, they are the Greek and Roman gods. The only difference is that the Romans are the militaristic form of the Greek God. Zeus and Jupiter, Hera and Juno, Poseidon and Neptune, Hades and Pluto, Artemis and Diana, Apollo and... Apollo, all the gods have another half. They can be either at any time. They never see each other, they don't act like each other, but they are the same person.

They are the most powerful force of Earth. They are the sky the land and sea, and the afterlife. They are the family, the farm, the nature, the sun and moon, the travels and thieves, yes. They are everything.

However even Gods must bow down to people stronger then them. Yes, their predecessors, the Titans. Their father most importantly, Kronos, titan of time. There are 12 titans.

Yet even still there are people they must respect, their mother Gaea. Mother earth, a Primordial God, just like Nyx and Aether, they are Primordials. And even still there is one sole being, the strongest of all.

This, is the Creator, Chaos. Who is Chaos? Father or Mother of all creation? Nobody knows, Chaos could be mother, could be father, they could even be both preferring either form at times.

These are the three levels of earth, the level beyond earth, the level above space, and the one of existance.

Where did the Creator come from? Nobody is certain as nobody could be before them. Why Earth? Nobody can complain.

Only one thing is certain, everything in existence, nothing is a lie. There is no coincidence or myth in life. There are people that exist, Greeks, Romans, Nords, Egyptian. They exist, nothing is a lie about the past only where and how it started.

The boy shut the book. A memory of the past you could say.

Nobody knows the boy, he lives in the forests.

The child doesn't know anything of his parents. The best he has to look for, is the silver eyes he has and the auburn hair he has.

His name is the only thing he has to remember of his parents, the only memory, is the name, Phoebe Perseus.

He wore the same attire he has in the past, a green cloak that was riddled in holes and scratches. Green jeans with silver lining, and also a green overshirt that also had the silver lining.

Strung over his back was a quiver full of arrows and a sheath holding a sword. In his hands a longbow of silver metals and fine string. Upon his sides are hunting knifes.

Perseus lived alone in the woods helping anyone lost or in trouble. It mainly happened as nobody happens to venture far deep enough in the forest to see the danger.

Just as it so happens...

"ahhh!" a voice yelled. Perseus's eyes snapped open and he dashed off to the sound of the voice.

There, a group of girls in a similar attire of his own were surrounded by monsters. This quirked his interest. For one, they aren't mortal monsters. No 'wolf' is five feet tall, seven feet long and has ember flaring off it. Not only that, but the fact there are one eyed purple beasts behind those aren't normal.

No these, are Hellhounds and Cyclops. They are Half-bloods.

Soon the girls became surrounded and blood was dripping off them and their weapons, but the blood that stained the grass didn't belong to the monsters.

He sighed and pulled the arrows from his quiver and released a flurry of them into the air hitting the Hellhounds nearing the girls.

Then Perseus made a mad dash through them.

The girls gasped at the speed. It shouldn't be possible to move at those speeds. Let alone sneak on them.

"W-who are you?" One asked clearly much younger than the others.

Perseus didn't reply the way they hoped. "My name is not what is important now." He pulled a throwing knife from his cloak and threw it into the eye of a Cyclops. "You can either help and live, or hope I kill them before we die."

That shook them up, they filed out of the clearing he made before the Hellhounds could surround them for the Cyclops' to fight.

"On my mark, ready, aim... FIRE!"

As they fired they suddenly noticed... the boy was still in there, and an arrow was heading to his heart.

"L-Look out!" One tried to warn only to be shocked.

He had turned around and instead of jumping he grabbed it and at an incredible speed, he threw it into the eye of a Cyclops.

Once he did so the monsters proceeded to fade into a golden dust.

He walked back to the girls and sighed seeing their injuries. "It seems you are injured," he pulled out a ziploc of a strange bread and a bottle of a golden drink, and it's not like... urine it's more like a golden apple juice. "This is called Ambrosia, if you can tell me something to prove you are capable of eating this, I'll give it to you. This is Nectar, I'll give it to you along with the ambrosia if you can."

They looked at each other and seeing their bloodied gashes, they nodded. "Thy name is Zoe Nightshade, I am over two centuries old and I am the lieutenant of Artemis."

His eyes, for the first time in his life opened wide and he took off his hood. "H-hunters of Artemis?" He said shocked and bowed. "I am sorry if I had interrupted your hunt. As promised your Ambrosia and Nectar."

The girls, or the older ones, looked at him in shock finally noticing him in full. He had a striking resemblance in clothing, but it was his hair and eyes that scared them. However, one girl seemed more curious, and furious, but curious.

"Although I thank you for saving us, boy, I must ask for who your parents are and your name." She demanded, "To show I am serious, my name is Phoebe."

He smiled, "Funny, you have the first name of my last name. I am Phoebe, Phoebe Perseus. I am unaware of who my parents are as I was from an orphanage since I can remember and I ran away several years ago. The most I know is a woman's voice saying, Phoebe Perseus Jackson."

This information brought the attention of Phoebe and Zoe. "You are to come with us boy."

He nodded, "I am aware of The Hunt's rules, as I am a boy and not of the Hunt. I am to die, nobody is allowed to witness the Hunters of Artemis during a hunt."

He followed them to the camp, but it got chilly so he put his hood back over his head.

Once they reached a clearing he took note of the camp. Several tents scattered across the clearing.

"Lady Artemis, we found a boy during our search. But... you may want to see him."

"You found a boy? And brought him to camp? For what reason!?"

Once he saw her, his eyes widened at Zoe. "You brought me to your camp for this?! H-how!?"

"What are you talking about boy?" Artemis growled.

"It's not what I am talking about it's how... I think it'd be easier to explain without my hood on."

Artemis's POV

He took it off, and I stared and walked closer to him.

His eyes were silver, and the pupils were cresent moons. His attire the same as mine and my hunters.

Then, I did something nobody expected. I hugged him, I, Phoebe Artemis, hugged a boy I didn't even know the name yet.

"I have a question, your name, please tell me your name."

"Phoebe, Phoebe Perseus." He smiled at me. I knew it.

I found him, he's finally with me again, "I knew you'd make it back to me someday, my son."

Hey guy's it's Star here (DualStarduster, Starknight, Starry, whatever, I like stars :3), and I'd just like to tell you, I decided to make a Percy Jackson story where Perseus, is Artemis's son. I wasn't certain on what to do so I checked like all the most reviewed stories, and I must say... I'm disappointed in the lack of variety.

If I made a guess...

30% were Annabeth cheating on him
90% involved Chaos
50% were betrayal
A handful where he's adopted.
Very few him being son of a Primordial god

And other moderately reviewed story, where Percy is her actual son. Well... I can't have that be! There must be more!

And as such, I have made this story.

If any of you wanted to know, I do like Pertemis a lot but it's so repetitive. You have him betrayed, becomes god, becomes Guardian, blessed by Chaos, hunters hate him, Artemis pities him. Yeah... I wanted it to be different.

BTW no, he isn't the son of Poseidon but has slight waterpower due to having the moon (Tides are pulled to the moon, he has slight powers of the moon therefor, he has a low ability of water)