So uh. Hi there? *dodges knife*

Ok whoa. Time out. I'm sorry for not updating in a few weeks, but it seems that writer's block has been going around for everyone. Or at least, for all the authors I read on this site. Anyways, I am extremely sorry for the wait on Mortal Reminders but I AM ALMOST DONE WITH THE NEXT CHAPTER, so keep an eye on your inboxes people. I won't accept tardiness. :(

As for Flames of Freedom, that is a bit trickier. I'm still writing the next chapter, but it is turning out to be a doozy trying to find a proper stopping point…

Anyways, enough complaining outta me, please enjoy this idea of mine and let me know if you would like me to continue this.

Please note I have taken exceptional liberties with the timeline.

"Heed my words, My will creates your body, And your sword creates my destiny.

If you heed the Grail's call, And obey my will and reason,Then answer my summoning!

I hereby swear, That I shall be all the good in the world,

That I shall defeat . . . all evil in the world!

Seventh heaven clad, And the great words of power, Come forth from the circle of bindings, Guardian of Scales!"

As soon as the incantation was spoken, the force of a metal blade sent the mage flying backwards. The torches burnt out and the room dampened greatly, the tang of sea water making its presence known to his tongue. Tadaaki groaned in pain as he sat up to see the fruits of his ritual. The heroic spirit before him was...an odd one to say the least.

It was a young man. He couldn't have been more than twenty five, but he was much taller than the average human. His black hair acted as a curtain to his eyes, though the mage could clearly see the glowing aura that was being released by the hidden orbs. His entire stance was that of a professional. Relaxed, yet ready for any engagement. A lit cigarette hung from the man's lips as smoke billowed out between them.

The oddest part was how the man was dressed. Normally, the Servants that are summoned are dressed from long-ago eras, but apparently this Servant didn't get the memo…

The Spirit was wearing a magnificent white tuxedo, properly maintained and lined with golden stitching. Atop his head sat a solid black fedora, though it seemed to shimmer golden the longer he stared at it.

"You call upon your Servant, yet you refuse to grace them with your attention and presence. I must say, you are not doing yourself any favors here, master." The spirit spoke at last, shaking Tadaaki out of his gazing.

"U-Uh." Hestuttered before clearing his throat behind his fist, "Greetings, I am Tadaaki Umiko. I-"

The man cuts him off, rubbing his chin thoughtfully and staring off into the night sky that shone through the windows.

"A loyal child of the sea…" the man murmured before smirking, "I see now. You are a clever trio, my ladies. It seems you have some sense of humor. I do hope you will enjoy our next game." The spirit chuckles as thunder claps in the distance before turning back towards Tadaaki.

"You seek the Holy Grail, but for what purpose?" The spirit asks bluntly, lifting his head up just enough for the mage to finally take a glance at his eyes.

Annnnnnnd his eyes are glowing.

"I...I want...I mean…" Tadaaki attempted to answer, but the powerful glare that the Servant's eyes projected threatened to melt his entire body.

"Speak. Now. I have no time for frivolous games. Prove to me you are worthy of being my master!" The man exclaims, extending his arms out to his sides in a "I'm waiting" stance. Tadaaki swallowed thickly before clenching his fists, tears starting to prick at his eyes.

"My mother is dying...and my father suffers under a tyrannical man. I...I just wish for my family to be whole and happy again." Tadaaki declared, his eyes flowing with tears as he stared into the glowing eyes of his Servant. The silence was deafening as the man continued to stare at him.

"I like it. I shall accept your will as my own, Tadaaki Umiko. May the ocean's tides guide us to victory. Perseus Jackson, the Hero of Olympus, at your service." The man said at last, tipping his hat in respect, before pulling out a ballpoint ink pen.

"Perseus...Jackson?" Tadaaki asked, confused. He had never heard of a Perseus Jackson being a legend he was taught. "Who the hell are you supposed to be?! I've never heard of a Perseus Jackson in all of my life!"

That seemed to piss the servant off. Perseus stiffened before turning his head to glare into Tadaaki's very soul. The eyes drew him in, scenes of two teenagers walking through fiery hellscape, a large golden eyed tyrant being cut down by a boy, a large lady made of dirt being struck down by a large dragon and a man surrounded by a hurricane. The more he saw, the more terrified he became, as the true extent of the Servant's power was making itself known.

"Who am I supposed to be? The better question is who are you to be questioning me. I am the Son of Poseidon, God of the Seas. I recovered my Uncle's stolen Master Bolt at the age of twelve, I trekked through the Underworld and returned that same year and beat the Ares, the God of War, in combat. I travelled through the Sea of Monsters, fought my brother Polyphemus and brought back the Golden Fleece. I fought the Titan Atlas and held his curse upon my shoulders. I traversed the Labyrinth, escaped from Kampe at Alcatraz, and watched my fellow demigod's perish in a forty man defense of the Gods' Seats of Power against my grandfather, Kronos, as we successfully fended off the Titan of Time. I became Praetor of New Rome within a few weeks after losing my memory. I travelled across the world on a flying warship, fell into Tartarus to save my beloved, tortured the Primordial of Poison with her own poison, and escaped the Pit of Despair with fiery passion igniting my soul! The very fire that would lead to the defeat of Mother Earth as she dared to stand against the might of Greece and Rome! I have watched as Humanity crumbled around me...as my loved ones died on a battlefield that would never be recorded in history. That is why I returned home with my beloved. That is why you have not heard of my deeds, Tadaaki Ukimo!"

Frozen in shock and terror, Tadaaki couldn't help but shake at the pure anger radiating off of the Heroic Spirit before him. Then, it all just vanished. One minute Perseus was livid, the next he looked depressed. It was awe-inspiringly scary.

"I was a fool...living an unfit life. I thought we could fall back into the daily lives of a civilian...that we could be whole again…" Perseus shook his head, clearing his thoughts and previous anger from his mind as he sighed.

"I apologize. My past is a difficult subject to speak of casually for me."

Tadaaki smiled slightly as he realized just how fortunate he was to get this Perseus Jackson as his Servant. If his past deeds were anything to go by…

Perseus Jackson could possibly beat every Heroic Spirit at the same time.