Perseus is the first born of Poseidon and Amphitrite. Conceived through Pontus' and Poseidon's essences, he is planted into Amphitrite in the matrimonial bed of the lord of the sea and his new wife. Pontus informs Poseidon of Perseus' true origins after Hera confirms Amphitrite's pregnancy. He explains why it had to be done before he releases full control of the sea to his grand-nephew and fades into the Void.

This is the story of Perseus, born at the beginning of the age of the gods, and how he became the hero the gods never thought they needed.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of this except the plot. Rick Riordan is a master I cannot hope to best.

Italics = Mental Communication

Poseidon POV

I sit outside my bedroom, waiting in silence as Amphitrite is going through labor. The only noise in the desolate hall emits from the room, where Amphitrite screams in muffled agony as she births our son.

After a particularly eardrum exploding scream, I wave my hand, freezing the water in front of the doors which muffles the sounds of pain until they I can only hear soft grunts and moans. I'm not sure I could stand being in there, even if Pontus hadn't ordered me to remain outside.

(He never explained why, but I know better than to question a primordial. I don't have a death wish.)

As time moves achingly slow, I resort to manipulating the water around me, fashioning fish that swim off to other, less...agonized areas of the palace. When that gets tiresome, I resort to creating storms to ravage the pirates that spill innocent blood for greed. I care not that they offer sacrifices of food and drink; I can't condone senseless murder.

I am removed from my ministrations when the nymph, Actea, runs into the wall of frozen sea water. The sight is humorous, but I know better than to laugh at the Nereid. I offer a silent apology with a tilt of my head and wave the ice wall back into sea water.

"Milord, the Fates have graced you and Lady Amphitrite with a healthy baby boy, your wife requests you."

"Thank you, Actea. And I apologize for the wall. I couldn't stand to hear Amphitrite's pain and be powerless to ease it," I explain, rubbing the back of my neck.

Actea waves me off. "Do not worry, milord. Just go see your son."

I nod, hoping my eyes convey my thanks, and push the doors open.

Amphitrite looks up at the intrusion, defensive until she recognizes me. She smiles, her eyes looking at me and then to our son.

"He looks like you," She says, her voice soft and tender. I can't help the grin that stretches across my face.

I reach down, forcing my hand to keep steady as I brush my son's cheek with the tips of my fingers. The touch is not as light as I thought, because he stirs and his eyelids flutter open. I swallow a gasp.

A tuft of black hair, aristocratic yet soft features, deep sea green eyes, with flecks of an ocean blue—

"From me." Pontus informs, his voice only heard by me.

—He is my replica. My firstborn son. My heir.

"I want you to name him."

I regard Amphitrite with wide eyes. She gives a small nod, and I press a kiss to her forehead in thanks.

"Perseus?" I offer to Pontus.

I feel Pontus smile. "Perseus is a wonderful name."

"Perseus," I announce, feeling a sense of rightness wash over me as the name rolls off my tongue. "His name will be Perseus."

Amphitrite smiles. "Welcome Perseus."

(15 years later)

"Percy!"

My son's head snaps up at my voice and a grin spreads across his face. "Father!"

My son tackles me in a hug, and a full-bellied laugh escapes me as I ruffle his hair in retaliation. "We have to go to Olympus, bud. Your uncle wants to meet you."

A look of confusion crosses Percy's face. "Father, I already met Uncle Hades. Remember?"

I shake my head, ignoring the unsettling turn of my guy. "No, bud, your other Uncle. Zeus." I pause, gauging my son's facial expressions. When I see the realization light up his eyes, I continues, " Perseus, it's time you become a god."

Percy POV

I keep my mouth shut, afraid of stuttering like a fool in front of my father. "A what?"

My father chuckles. "A minor god, Percy. You knew this day would come."

I panic. I never thought this day would come so soon. I have barely grown. I'm not even of age!

"When do we leave?" I curse myself for the slight waver in my voice. Gods damn it.

My father smirks and I know that can't be good. "As soon as you're dressed."

I offer a sloppy bow in my rush to my room. I need to have changed into my royal attire ten minutes ago. Damn it.

Twenty minutes later and covered in a slight sheen of sweat (I'm not sure how that works since we're underwater, but okay), I am in the Atlantean Throne Room. My mom and father are on their thrones, beaming at me with what I hope is pride.

I bow. "I'm ready, father."

My father stands, pressing a kiss to my mother's hair, and strides toward me. He touches my arm, and I blurt, "Bye mom!" as we flash away.

Fear strikes me when I see a dark smile mar my mom's normally beautiful features right before we vanish.

Any thoughts of my mom are pushed from my head upon our arrival we arrival because Olympus is breathtaking.

Everything seems to glow with an ethereal light. The path I stand on is made of a smooth stone I'm not familiar with and all of the columns are marble.

As we set off up the path, houses come into view, and the streets fill with shops and people that mill around, bustling from shop to shop, talking and negotiating with vendors, and talking and laughing with companions.

"The minor gods, nymphs, dryads and such live and shop here. Their houses are near the Olympian from which most of their powers originate," My father offers in explanation of the life occurring before me.

"So I would live near you?" I try to keep the hope from my voice. My father's beaming grin tells me I didn't succeed.

"I hope so, son."

The rest of the walk occurs in a comfortable silence. While the chatter and jingling of patrons and the wares of shopkeepers should act as background noise, it actually grows louder until I have a pounding headache. Not only am I hearing things, but I begin to see colors that weren't there two seconds ago.

I breathe through my panic and focus on the sound of waves caressing a sandy shore. It soothes me enough that I feel a bit more ready to face my father's family.

Third Person POV

Poseidon and Perseus stop at the towering stone doors of the Olympian Throne Room.

"Are you ready my son?"

Perseus nods. "As ready as I'll ever be, father."

Poseidon pushes the doors open, gathering the attention of the twenty foot tall beings in the room. He grows until he matches their height and strides to his throne, offering only a nod in Zeus' direction before he sits.

Perseus saunters toward the center of the room, his gait not betraying the anxiety he feels in his chest. He slides to one knee with a grace Poseidon didn't know his son even possessed.

"Lord Zeus."

"Rise, Perseus," Zeus' voice booms and echos along the cavernous room with vaulted ceilings of gleaming white, silver and gold. "We are going to make you into a minor god."

Perseus rises, and the gods take that as their cue to raise their symbols of power. Before he realizes what is happening, Perseus is hit with 7 blast of light.

When the light fades, Perseus is kneeling…and the Fates are next to him.

Zeus and the Olympians scramble from their thrones to a kneeling position.

"To what do we owe this great pleasure?" Zeus queries.

"We are here to announce young Perseus' domains," Clotho retorts, scoffing as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Lachesis helps Perseus to his feet. "Thank you, Lady Lachesis."

"Perseus, son of Poseidon and Pontus, born to Poseidon and Amphitrite, step forward!" Atropos announces, her voice more powerful than Zeus'. If the gods are shocked by Pontus' name, they don't show it.

"Before we give him his domains, does anyone want to give him a blessing, or have a request of him?" Lachesis asks the room.

Hestia and Hades step forward. "I would like to bless him with the powers of the Underworld. And I request to be a patron to him."

Everyone looks to Perseus. "I accept, Lord Hades." A black ball of writhing smoke floats into Perseus' face and enters his nose and mouth like air. He has to resist the urge to cough.

"I would like to be a patron of yours, as well, and I would like to request that you be my champion," Hestia offers with a kind smile.

"I'd be honored, Lady Hestia." A warm red-orange flame dances across the room and catches on Perseus' right hand, engulfing his body in a heartbeat before vanishing like it was never there to begin with.

Poseidon looks to Hera; his eyes beg her to bless his son.

Hera sighs, but nears her nephew anyway. "Child, I bless you with my powers, and I hope that may you be faithful, in any and all relationships you pursue."

Perseus bows. "Thank you Lady Hera." Colorful feathers and lily flowers flutter around Perseus, turning to dust as soon as they touch him.

Atropos looks around. "No more?"

Demeter, Zeus, and Aphrodite stay in place. "Okay then."

Atropos looks back to Perseus. "Kneel in front of me, my child, so I may announce your titles."

Perseus obeys and Atropos announces, "I present Perseus, the god of Tides, Ocean Currents, Emotions, Senses, Stealth, Bravery, Loyalty, Weapons, Fighting Styles, Hunting, Animals, Tracking, Thoughts, and minor god of the Sea and his father's domains."

The Olympians regard Perseus with varying degrees of awe, distaste, and pride. The Fates regard him with something akin to sorrow. "We will return. When you are ready."

Before Perseus can question what the Hades that means, they're gone in a shower of light.

Author's Note:

I have changed my pen name out of fear (jk...sorta)

(/.\) PLEASE DON'T KILL ME GUYS!

Okay, so, with that out of the way, HI! I have returned. I'll save you the long, sad story and just say that life kind of kicked my behind and now I am back and ready to write!

So, I am re-writing this bad boy from the beginning. So the first like, 8-9 updates will be pretty dang quick. I know y'all might be like, "WTF dude, I have already read this shite! I want new content!" Well, I will be ADDING new content to these chapters, so you'll want to read them to get a feel for how the revamped story is going to go.

Some of you may notice that this chapter is not the same as the original first chapter, and I give you kudos. You're correct. It isn't. The next half of this chapter is going to be posted, probably tomorrow. I have to re-write some things and flesh it out a bit more. The main change is that Perseus is literally the first godling birthed by the major Olympians (Aphrodite is a child of Ouranos in this, as some of the myths state). It changes the story quite a bit.

This is a really long note and I promise they'll be shorter in the future. I just needed to get everything out in the open.

To conclude: Thank you for bearing with me everyone. I appreciate reviews, anything rude will be ignored or shaded at in a chapter (joking...maybe), and if you have constructive criticism, please don't hesitate to private message me! I love hearing your tips and ideas because it makes me a better writer.

-Shade (formerly, GuardianDeLux)