Prologue (Pretty boring, you can skip it if you want.)

After the war, the seven-or well, six-had gone up to Olympus and the gods had promised them each gifts. They could call the gods whenever to use their single wish. Their scent was also removed and they could use electronics now.

Everyone was sad for Leo at first, but had been assured by Nico that he wasn't dead yet. Percy almost wished Leo didn't come back for his sake when he saw Piper's reaction.

As for Percy, the war had changed him as well. More deaths had happened this war and he kept blaming himself for the nosebleed. This caused Percy to train harder.

Percy wanted to become smarter, stronger, and quicker. He knew there were more things than these elements contributing to winning, but these were the ones he could successfully improve.

Percy had decided to take lessons from Hephaestus's cabin about mechanics until Leo returned. They didn't mind much since they were teaching what they loved.

Percy spent most of his time with Annabeth and learned things together. Now that they could use laptops, they spent a lot of time researching subjects they found interesting.

The 7's-not including Frank of course, since he doesn't have it-dyslexia had faded out to the part where it was hardly there. Surprisingly, demigods could learn things 50x faster then an average mortal. This was because of their godly side.

Percy also practiced stealth, agility, and speed by going through the whole forest. He practiced his fighting techniques till he could do them in his sleep. He also tried a lot of other techniques and perfected them.

Percy also taught swordfighting. He realized teaching it had made him better as well. Soon he was the best fighter in camp and the best swordsman in the world. Yet he continued to practiced.

Percy was determined to discover more about his powers after the blood-bending thing. He realized he could hold the atoms of the water tighter until they became solid, or separate them even more so the liquid would turn into gas.

Percy could even travel through water by breaking apart his molecules. This took immense concentration, that's why Percy prefered to fly. By picking up the tiny moisture in the air, he could lift himself up and, well, in a way fly.

He could also make a shield around himself by solidifying the moisture in the air around him. It was pretty cool, though it took a lot of practice.

The water in the air was great for Percy, he could use it so sense things as well. The water would also heal his wounds if he concentrated enough.

After 3 years, when Percy was 20, he was getting bored because of the minimal action. He didn't want another war, gods no, but he did want some fights and save the world. Not for the fame, but for that indescribable feeling. That feeling of rush and mystery.

Sure, going out to hunt down monsters was fun, but boring after a few times. The monsters hardly did anything new, always using the same technique, quite repetitive really.

Percy wanted to go out into the world on his own. His friends were staying in camp and teaching. Hazel and Frank, along with Reyna, were taking care of Camp Jupiter.

His parents had recently died, but he'd gotten over it. In the mortal world, he was also known as dead.

He had inherited money to live a decent enough life. He had decided he would now help the mortals. The recent development in the world, superheroes, had caused even more villains to come. Percy doubted that the small number of heroes would be able to stop the villains without a little help.

Percy bought a large house with enough room for him. He kept one room empty so he could train with riptide, but since he was in the mortal world, he would have to try and train a bit more with mortal weapons.

Percy was now better than most Apollo campers in archery since he had help from Apollo himself. Apollo, according to Percy, was a very chill god most of the time, the rest of the gods had decided to leave Percy alone.

He traveled all around the world, and quite easily learned most of the languages there were because the gods knew all the languages to ever exist. Percy was always on the run, and would only water travel home to sleep. It was quite convenient really, going to different countries and continents helped him to act and lie better because of his different personas.

Percy could effortlessly read people and mouths; meeting new people everyday had its perks.

Other than training for something that had a small chance of actually happening, Percy hunted down bad guys. He would always leave a sea creatures scale whenever he killed or seriously injured the criminal. Almost all of the criminals died, but Percy didn't care, after a while, he seemed heartless and cruel in the eyes of the other people.

He was dangerous.

He was powerful.

He was the unknown.

He was… The Specter.