Per cy/sephone Jackson and the lightning thief

I do not own the Percy Jackson series.

Until the battle with Mrs. Dodds the story is mostly from the book before beginning to change, but still follows the book.

The information about kitsune is from the internet, and a few things of my own creation for this story.

Chapter 1: I vaporize my prealgebra teacher.

My name is Percy Jackson.

I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.

Am I a troubled kid?

Yeah, you could say that.

I could start anytime in my short life to prove it, but things really started last May, _ when our sixth grade class took a field trip to Manhattan _ twenty eight mental case kids, and two teachers on a yellow school bus, heading to the metropolian museum of art to look at Greek and Roman stuff.

I know _ sounds like torture. Most Yancy field trips were.

But Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading the trip. So I had hopes.

Mr. Brunner was this middle aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He had thin hair, and a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee. You wouldn't think he'd be cool, but he told stories, and jokes, and let us play in class. He also had this awesome collection of Roman Armor and weapons. So he was the only teacher whose class didn't put me to sleep.

I hoped the trip would be okay. At least, I hoped for once I wouldn't get in trouble.

Boy, was I wrong.

See bad things happen to me on field trips. Like at my fifth grade school, when we went to the Saratoga Battlefield. I had this accident with the revolutionary war cannon. I wasn't aiming for the school bus, but of course I got expelled anyway. And before that, at my fourth grade school, when we took a behind the scenes tour of the marine world shark pool. I sort of hit the wrong lever on the catwalk, and our class took an unplanned swim. And the time before that... Well you get the idea.

This trip I was determined to be good.

All the way into the city, I put up with Nancy Bobofit, the freckly red-headed kleptomaniac girl,hitting my best friend Grover in the back of the head with chunks of Peanut butter-and-ketchup sandwich.

Grover was an easy target. He was scrawny. He cried when he got frustrated. He must of been held back several grades, because he was the only sixth grader with acne and the start of a wispy beard on his chin. On top of all that he was crippled. He had a note excusing him from PE for the rest of his life because he had some kind of muscular disease in his legs. He walked funny, like every step hurt him, but don't let that fool you. You should of seen him run when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria.

Anyway, Nancy Bobofit was throwing wads of sandwich that stuck in his curly brown hair, and she knew I couldn't do anything back to her because i was already on probation. The headmaster had threatened me with death by in school suspension if anything, bad, embarrassing, or even mildly entertaining happened on this trip.

"I'm going to kill her." I mumbled.

Grover tried to calm me down. "It's okay I like peanut butter."

He dodged another price of Nancy's lunch.

"That's it." I started to get up, but Grover pulled me back to my seat.

"You're already on probation." He reminded me. "You know who'll get blamed if anything happens."

Looking back on it, I wish I'd decked Nancy Bobofit right then and there. In-school suspension would of been nothing compared to what I was about to get myself into.

Mr. Brunner led the museum tour.

He rode up front in his wheelchair, guiding us through the big echoey galleries, past marble statues and glass cases full of really old black-and-orange pottery.

It blew my mind that this stuff had survived for two thousand, three thousand years.

He gathered us around a thirteen foot tall stone column with a big Sphinx on top, and started telling how it was a grave marker, a stele, for a girl about our age. He told us about the carving on the sides. I was trying to listen to what he had to say, because it was kind of interesting, but everybody around me was talking, and Everytime i told them to shut up the other teacher chaperone, Mrs. Dodds, would give me the evil eye.

Mrs. Dodds was this little math teacher from Georgia who always sore a black leather jacket, even though she was fifty years old. She looked mean enough to ride a Harley right into your locker. She had come to Yancy halfway through the year, when our last teacher had a nervous breakdown.

From her first day, Mrs. Dodds loved Nancy Bobofit and figured I was devil spawn. She would point her crooked finger at me and say "Now, honey." Real sweet, and I knew I was going to get after school detention for a month.

One time, iafter she had me erase answers out of old, math workbooks until midnight, I jokingly told Grover I didn't think Mrs. Dodds was human. He looked at me, real serious, and said "You're absolutely right." Unfortunately i just thought he said that because scares him.

If. Brunner kept talking about Greek Funeral art.

Finally, Nancy Bobofit snickered something about the naked guy on the stele, and I turned around and said "Will you shut up?"

It came out louder then I meant it to.

The whole group laughed. Mr. Brunner stopped his story.

"Mr. Jackson." He said. "Did you have a comment?"

My face was totally red. I said. "No sir."

Mr. Brunner pointed to one of the pictures on the stele. "Perhaps you'll tell us what this picture represents?" I looked at the carving, and felt a flush of relief, because I actually recognized it. "That's Kronos eating his kids right?"

"Yes." If. Brunner said, obviously not satisfied. "And he did this because...?"

"Well." I started knowing this, "Kronos was the king Titan, and he didn't trust his kids who were the gods. So he ate them, but his wife Rhea hid baby Zeus, and gave him a rock to eat instead, and later when Zeus grew up, he tricked his dad, Kronos into barfing up his brothers and sisters -"

"Eeew!" Said one of the girls behind me.

"-and so there was a big fight between the gods and titans and the gods won."

Some snickers from the group.

Behind me , Nancy Bobofit mumbled to a friend. "Like it's going to use this in real life. Like it's going to say on our job applications 'Please explain why Kronos ate his kids.'"

"And why, Mr. Jackson," Mr. Brunner said. "To paraphrase miss Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in real life?"

"Busted." Grover muttered.

"Shut up." Nancy hissed, her face even brighter red then her hair.

At least Nancy got packed too. Mr. Brunner was the only one who ever caught her saying anything wrong. He had radar ears.

I thought about his question, and shrugged, "I don't know." And I didn't know how it mattered in mortal life.

"I see." Mr. Brunner looked disappointed. "Well half credit mr. Jackson. Zeus did indeed feed Kronos a mixture of mustard and wine, which made him disgorge his other children, who of course, being immortal gods, had been living and growing up completely undigested in the Titans stomach. The gods defeated their father, sliced him to pieces with his scythe, and scattered his remains in Tartarus, the darkest part of the underworld. On that happy note, it's time for lunch. Mrs. Dodds, would you lead us back outside?"

The class drifted off , the girls holding their stomachs, the guys pushing each other around and acting like doofuses.

Grover and I were about to follow when Mr. Brunner said "Mr. Jackson."

I knew that was coming

I told Grover to keep going, then I turned toward Mr. Brunner. "Sir?"

Mr. Brunner had this look that wouldn't let you go -intense brown eyes that could have been a thousand years,old and had seen everything.

"You must learn the answer to my question." Mr. Brunner told me.

"About the Titans?"

"About real life, and how your studies apply to it."

"Oh."

"What you learn from me," he said "is vitally important. I expect to treat it as such. I will accept only the best from you Percy Jackson."

I wanted to get angry. This guy pushed me so hard.

I mean sure, it was kind of cool on tournament days. When he dressed up in a suit of Roman Armor, shouted "What ho!" and challenged us, sword-point against chalk, to run up the board and name every green, and roman person who had ever lived, and their mother, and what gods they worshipped. But Mr. Brunner expected me to be as good as everyone else, despite the fact that I have dyslexia, and attention deficit disorder, and and had never made above a C- in my life. No - he didn't expect me to be as good, he expected me to be better. And I just couldn't learn all those names and facts in a school setting., Much less spell them correctly even the ones I do know.

I mumbled something about trying harder, while Mr. Brunner took one long sad look at the stele, like he had been at the girls funeral.

He told me to go outside and eat my lunch.

The class gathered on the front steps of the museum, where we would watch the foot traffic along fifth avenue.

Overhead, a huge storm was brewing, with clouds blacker than I'd ever seen over the city. I figured the sky and sea were fighting because the weather all across New York state had been weird since Christmas. We'd had massive snowstorms, flooding, wildfires from lightning strikes. I wouldn't have been surprised if this was a hurricane blowing in.

Nobody else seemed to notice. Some of the guys were pelting pigeons with Lunchables crackers. Nancy Bobofit was trying to pick pocket something from a lady's purse. And of course Mrs. Dodds wasn't seeing a thing.

Grover and I sat on the edge of the fountain, away from the others. We thought that maybe if we did that, everybody wouldn't know we were from that school - the school loser freaks who couldn't make it elsewhere.

"Detention?" Grover asked.

"Nah." I said. "Not from Brunner. I just wish he'd lay off me sometimes. I mean - I'm not a genius."

Grover didn't say anything for awhile. Then when I thought he was going to give me some deep philosophical comment to make me feel better, he said "Can I have your apple?"

I didn't have much of an appetite, so I let him take it.

I watched the stream of cabs going down fifth avenue, and thought about my mom's apartment, only a little ways uptown from where we sat,. I hadn't seen her since Christmas. I wanted so badly to jump into a taxi and head home. She'd hug me and be glad to see me, but she'd be disappointed, too. She'd send me right back to Yancy, remind me that I had to try harder, even if this was my sixth school in six years, and i was probably going to be kicked out again. I wouldn't be able to stand that sad look she give me.

Mr. Brunner parked his wheelchair at the base of the handicap ramp. He age celery while he read a paperback novel. A red umbrella stuck up from the back of his chair making it look like a motorized cafe table.

I was about to unwrap my sandwich when Nancy Bobofit appeared in front of me with her ugly friends - I guess she'd gotten tired of stealing from tourists - and dumped her half eaten lunch on Grover's lap.

"Oops." She grinned at me with her crooked teeth. Her freckles were orange, as if someone had spray-painted her face with liquid cheetos.

I tried to stay cool. The school counselor had told me a million times"Count to ten, get control of your temper." But I was so mad my mind went blank, a wave roared in my ears.

I don't remember touching her, but the next thing I knew Nancy was sitting on her butt in the fountain, screaming, "Percy pushed me!"

Mrs. Dodds materialized next to us.

Some of the kids were whispering: "Did you see-"

"-the water-"

"-like it grabbed her-"

I didn't know what they were talking about, since I can't control water. Fire yes at times, water no. All I knew was that I was in trouble again.

A soon as Mrs. Dodds was sure poor little Nancy was okay, promising to get her a new shirt at the museum gift shop, etc., etc. Mrs. Dodds turned to me. There was a triumphant fire in her eyes, as if I'd done something she'd been waiting for all semester. "Now honey-"

"I know." I grumbled. "A month erasing workbooks."

That wasn't the right thing to say.

"Come with me," Mrs. Dodds said.

"Wait!" Grover yelled. "It was me. I pushed her."

I stared at him, stunned. I couldn't believe he was trying to cover for me. Mrs. Dodds scared Grover to death.

She stared at him so hard his whiskery chin trembled.

"I don't think so, Mr. Underwood." She said.

"But-"

"You - will - stay - here."

Grover looked at me desperately.

"It's okay man." I told him. "Thanks for trying."

"Honey!" Mrs. Dodds barked at me. "Now."

Nancy Bobofit smirked.

I gave her my deluxe I'll-kill-you-later stare. Then I turned to face Mrs. Dodds, but she wasn't there. She was standing at the museum entrance, way at the top of the steps, gesturing impatiently at me to come on.

How'd she get there so fast? I wish I had enhanced senses all the time.

I went after Mrs. Dodds

Halfway up the steps, I glanced back at Grover. He was looking pale, cutting his eyes between me and Mr. Brunner, like he wanted Mr. Brunner to notice what was going on, but Mr. Brunner was absorbed in his novel. I look back up. Mrs. Dodds had disappeared again. She was now inside the building, at the end of the entrance hall.

Okay, I thought, she's going to make me buy a new shirt for Nancy at the gift shop.

But apparently that wasn't the plan.

I followed her deeper into the museum. When I finally caught up to her, we were back in the Greek and Roman section.

Except for us, the gallery was empty.

Mrs. Dodds stood with her arms crossed in front of a big marble Friday of the gods. She was growling as well which set me on edge.

Even without the growling, I would have been nervous. It's weird being alone with a teacher, especially Mrs. Dodds. Something about the way she looked at the frieze, as if she wanted to pulverize it... Oh Styx.

"You've been giving us problems honey." She said.

I did the safe thing I said "Yes ma'am" while getting ready for battle.

She tugged on the cuffs of her leather jacket. "Did you really think you would get away with it?"

The look in her eyes was beyond mad, it was evil.

This isn't good. I thought nervously. Preparing to change, though what monster is she?

I said "I'll-I'll try harder, ma'am."

Thunder shook the building

"We are not fools, Percy Jackson." It was only a matter of time before we found you out. Confess your theft, and you will suffer less pain."

I didn't know what she was talking about.

The only thing I could think of was she found out I got my essay on Tom Sawyer from the internet without reading the book. I blame dyslexia. The only other problem was the illegal stash of candy I'd been selling out of my dorm room. Except I didn't steal the candy, and I am sure that monsters wouldn't care if I plagiarized, so it is something much bigger, though I don't know what.

"Well?" She demanded.

"Ma'am I don't..."

"Your time is up." She hissed.

Then she dropped her disguise. Her eyes began to glow like barbecue coals, her fingers stretched, turning into talons. Her jacket melted into large leather wings. She was a fury, a shriveled hag with bat wings and claws, and a mouth full of yellow fangs, and she was about to slice me to ribbons. Though it did clear one thing up. If a fury is here about a theft, then someone stole something from Hades and he is blaming me.

I would not allow myself to be sliced up, so I switched forms as well. Fur grew as my body elongated, bones shifting, as my hands turned into paws, and my body, dropping to all fours as four tails grew out of my back. My body growing to full size, as my gender changed from male to female, and my necklace changing into a collar as I finished the change, and became a seven foot tall four tailed female fox with red fur the color of fire, and eyes glowing with an inner fire.

"What the Hades!" The fury, Mrs. Dodds said in shock.

The expression on her face was quite entertaining.

"What are you?" She asked.

"Kitsune." I said giggling at her expression, as I remembered the day I gained this form.

Flashback

I was walking in the woods, during a field trip. When I heard a whimper like an animal in pain. When I got there I saw a severely injured fox with four tails.

"A fox with four tails." I said in shock.

The fox snapped it's eyes to me before sniffing and saying to itself, "That's definitely a mortal scent. Clear sighted then."

After getting over my shock at a talking fox with four tails i went up to it.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"No I'm dying."

"What!" I yelled. "No there has to be something I can do to help."

"Don't worry." It said. "As a kitsune, if I die I will eventually reform, and the only method that would save my body would not save my spirit. Though, it would allow you to deal with my final regret. However it is something that you would never agree to."

"Your final regret?" I asked "What is it?"

"There is a kid that I like to visit. Today was the last day before she left, and except for her parents she doesn't let humans near her due to extreme shyness stemming from the fact that she is mute. Though around animals and her parents she is not as shy. I was going to give her that necklace." Here the fox who I now realized was female pointed with one of her tails to the side, where a necklace with a fox on it lay. "It's a necklace of protection., Me and her are the only ones that can touch it. I've never talked to her but she knows I give her a gift, then leave. I regret that I cannot give her it. However the protection on the necklace means that the only way she can get it now is if I give you my body while my spirit goes on to reform. But even if you are willing to get the ability to become me, in body only, you are male and I am female which would mean you would become a female fox while in kitsune form, and no male would want that."

I was silent for a moment before deciding.

"I'll do it." I said.

"Really.," She said blinking.

"Yeah." I replied.

"Well." She said. "I need to tell you the abilities you would gain before you make a final decision."

"Alright." I said.

"Okay." She replied. "First, you will have an enhanced bite, durability, endurance, hearing, smell, speed, stamina, and strength. As well as night vision all of which are self explanatory. Predatory instinct, to make you a master of hunting and tracking, pursuit, capture, and predicting opponents moves in battle. Temperature regulation to maintain body temperature, size manipulation, allowing you to control your size from the size of a Dark Rover Ant, up to full size, which is different based on number of tails. Four tails is seven feet, five feet and up are a lot larger since you will have more then half of the full nine tails, which with nine tails will automatically make you a fox goddess. So each tail from five up causes you to grow the same amount. Five tails is 5814 feet, six tails is 11621 feet, seven tails is17428 feet, eight tails is 23235 feet tall, and nine tails is as tall as a mountain at 29,042 feet tall seven feet taller then Mt. Everest, though you can control your size anywhere between full size and the size of a Dark Rover Ant which is about one millimeter, though that size is extremely dangerous. You will have prehensile tails allowing you to use them as extra limbs either to pick things up or to fight with. You will get the ability to cast curses and illusions, manipulate foxfire, and retract and extend claws, which due to a gift from my friend Hestia my claws and teeth are made out of what I call Celimpeian HeartWater Ionze. A combination of the materials used to create it: Celestial Bronze, Imperial Gold, Stygian Iron, and Silver, forged in the Heart of the Hearth, and cooled in the water of the infinite ocean ruled over by Pontus primordial of water, and I still have no idea how she managed that. That's the abilities, now the downsides. First because you were not born a kitsune, you do not have all the powers of a true kitsune that I did not mention, unless you earn your ninth tail either through age, or doing something the fates deem worthy of new tail. Next if you die of old age, or in your new form, you will reform as a female kitsune permanently. Next until you are a hundred years old, or have nine tails, you can not shape shift you can still form shift between your birth form and fox form though. Fourth, once you become thirteen years old, you will begin going into heat once a year for three weeks. During this time you will be forced into fox form and be unable to change back. You won't be forced to get pregnant due to your male form, but you will have to stay a fox the entire time, and if you do get pregnant, then you will have to remain in fox form, until you give birth to at least one live child. Also due to both most being female, and kitsune being rare in this part of the world, we adapted,and female kitsune in this area including me, and your new form, can get pregnant from both males and females. Though you can only get a female kitsune pregnant. Finally, many demigods, hunters, and monsters will try to kill you in fox form, especially monsters, since kitsune reform like monsters, but still have souls like humans. Because of this unless we have nine tails, the children of hades can permanently kill us. And because of all the attacks, most kitsune live in Japan protected from the monsters here, in exchange for only the nine tailed kitsunes having the ability to reform. Do you still want to receive my body?"

I thought for a moment before nodding my head in agreement.

"Alright then, she said before glowing. The glow then shot at me before merging and changing me. Fur growing as my body elongated, bones shifting as my hands turned into paws. My body dropping to all fours as four tails grew out of my back. My body growing to full size though I got the feeling I could instinctively control my size, and finally my boy parts became girl parts.

It was a strange experience at first having much better senses and abilities, feeling the wind in my fur, and being a female fox.

"Thank you." The kitsune's voice whispered, as she disappeared after telling me where to take the necklace, and I spent the next few minutes learning to walk.

I walked over and picked up the necklace and follow the directions i came across a clearing with the young girl in it. She was young five or six at the oldest. She had blond hair and brown eyes, and was wearing pink shoes, white socks, and a yellow dress. When i walked in the clearing she looked at me and smiled. Before walking up to me, and scratching behind my ears, which was quite pleasant. I placed the necklace in her hands happy for some reason to see her smile, and put it on, before I headed back into the woods, before using the instinctive control of my size to make me the size of a housecat so she wouldn't see me, and watched her play some more before heading home.

I grew back to full size before turning to head back.

"That was a good thing you did." A voice said behind me. Causing me to turn around and see a girl with mousy brown hair, a brown scarf wrapped around her head, and a brown together covered her shoulder to toe, and eyes full of fire.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I am Hestia, goddess of Hearth and home." She said.

"The Greek goddess Hestia." I said in surprise before bowing my head in a fox version of a bow.

"Yes, and you do not need to bow." She said. "You was my friend, and she gave you her body. When I felt that through my connection to her I came and saw what you did. I thank you for fulfilling her last request before she is eventually reformed."

"Your welcome." I said.

"Now." Hestia said. "Since you helped my friend, I will help you. As you are now, demigods, hunters, and monsters will attack you. However the demigods and hunters will not if I adopt you as a daughter in this form. It will only affect this form, and will allow you to summon food and enhance your control over fire as well as mark you as safe, at least to demigods and hunters, if unconsciously."

"Alright." I said. "Thanks."

"Your welcome." She said. "Though you do need to pick a name for this form."

After thinking about it I decided on the name Persephone Jackson, in honor of the wife of Hades.

After telling Hestia she placed her hand on my forehead, and started speaking in Ancient Greek: Έχω Εστία, ελληνική θεά της εστίας, το σπίτι, το δικαίωμα παραγγελίας της οικιακής ζωής και της οικογένειας, αποφασίζει να εγκρίνει την Περσεφόνη Τζάκσον ως πρωτότοκη κόρη ημίθεος μου. Which I somehow understood as: I Hestia, Greek goddess of the Hearth, Home, the right ordering of domesticity, and family hereby adopt Persephone Jackson as my firstborn demigod daughter. I suddenly felt a rush of energy flow through me, as my control over fire, which like all my new kitsune powers were instinctive, increase greatly, and I could feel new powers as well.

"Thank you... mother." I said.

"Your welcome daughter." She replied.

End Flashback

While the fury Mrs. Dodds was in shock I sprung forward, my claws tearing into her as I used my teeth to bite her head off and turn her into dust, since I could not use my fire inside the building without property damage. I then coughed out the dust in disgust. Biting is one of my main attacks as a kitsune, but still monsters still taste disgusting. So I summoned some homemade juice to wash the taste out of my mouth.

Luckily, mother (Hestia) gives me one present every year on my birthday. So about four gifts, and the first one is a necklace that when i become a kitsune changes into a collar made from celestial bronze with a spell embedded in it that makes it so that if I kill a monster within five minutes of it seeing me change forms, then it loses those memories when it reforms, keeping my secret safe.

The other three gifts was one, being taught how to use my tails as weapons, two, a bag that would disappear when I change, and reappear wherever I am when I change back, even if I don't have it with me when I change, and finally I got a bright red bow that when i wear it makes me be able to set myself on fire instead of just my tails and mouth.

I quickly changed back, and left, passing, Mr. Brunner on the way. He appeared quite surprised to see me, but I was to busy trying to figure out why the fury had attacked me when i was human to stop.

When I made it outside I saw Grover sitting next to the fountain with a museum map tented over his head. Nancy Bobofit was still standing there soaked from her swim in the fountain, grumbling to her ugly friends. When she saw me, she said "I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your butt."

Now I'm no idiot, I know about the mist, so I just rolled my eyes, and walked away. I walked up to Grover, before deciding that I wanted to tease him by asking him where Mrs. Dodds is.

He said "Who?" Which I expected.

But he paused first, and he wouldn't look at me, so I realized that he knew, and from his actions was not a clear-sighted mortal.

I decided to keep my eye on him and try to trip him up later. Though why they be interested in my mortal form, unless this form is a demigod? But the scent is mortal. Disgustingly mortal at that. Something is going on, and I will find out what.

Hope you enjoyed the story. Also there is a poll for the pairing, I personally hope for Artemis, Bianca, or Mrs. O'Leary. If it is Bianca or Zoe then they will not die in the third book. And the pairing will not be Annabeth. Also after every cannon book Persephone will have earned another tail meaning after the battle against Kronos she will automatically be a goddess. Since kitsune with nine tails are said to be able to manipulate time, she will be the goddess of Foxes and Time, as well as others which I need your help for. In your review please leave a list of domains and a number between four and ten, this will be the number of total domains Persephone will have, and the list will be used to pick the last domain titles as a poll. Thank you.