A/N: First story I have ever written so critique and suggestions are much appreciated. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I suck at writing too much to be Rick Riordan, so I obviously don't own the Percy Jackson series.

Who Are You?

Perseus' POV

I was running as fast as I could. No matter how fast I ran, I couldn't get away. They always managed to find me again! I dodged in and out of trees. Everything was a blur because of my head injury from a previous encounter. I could feel my heart, banging in my chest, warning me that I needed to rest. After another quarter-mile, I finally had to stop. I immediately started looking for a place to hide. After I found a nice looking tree, I climbed it and hid on a high branch.

Let me take this moment to explain what is going on. When I was born, I was immediately put in Foster Care. My parents never even considered keeping me. Every month after I turned six, I would manage to destroy the Foster home. I was always in some kind of trouble. Finally, one week after my tenth birthday, I ditched the system and ran away

Life was hard on my own. Put it was better than seeing the horror on peoples faces when I went on a rampage and destroyed their house while running from what people told me were 'hallucinations'.

After three years on the move, I finally was starting to get too exhausted and injured for me to continue. You see, this strange 'hallucinations,' never really left. The problem is, they aren't hallucinations. I tried to ignore one and I let it get up to me, and then it attacked me.

The creature was about the size of a Newfoundland. It was black, with streaks of red, and had favor sharp teeth and claws. The beast's paws were huge. They were so big; they were a little disproportional to the rest of its body. The real scary part about the houndish figure was the eyes. They were red, blood red, but the looked like they were on fire. The eyes were on fire though. They were blazing with hatred and anger.

When the giant creature attacked me, and actually drew blood, I knew there was more to this world than what normal people noticed. For the next three years, I ran. Anyways, back to the present.

As I was sitting in the tree, I could here the beast stalking its way towards me. I looked down, only to meet the beasts horrible, red eyes. They eyes stunned me for a second, and sent a shiver down my back.

That's when I realized my mistake. While I was stunned, the beast took action. I leaped at me and caught my foot in its giant mouth and yanked me out of the tree. I screamed in pain as I was ripped from the tree. I hit the ground with a loud thud. My vision started to get blotchy, and my ears were ringing. I new I was loosing consciousness. That's when a horrible fact struck me. I was going to die.

Hestia's POV

I just flashed out of Olympus during a council meeting because the arguing was just too much for me. All I wanted was peace, but with so many stubborn and powerful gods in one room, it rarely happened.

So, instead of listening to them bicker like little girls, I decided to take a walk in a nice peaceful forest. I decided to do it California, and go meet my good friend and fellow goddess, Lupa, Mother of Rome.

As I was walking through the woods I saw a pack of hellhounds bounding through the forest. A little fire scared them away and killed all but one.

As I was smiling deviously to myself for scaring the hellhounds away, I heard a loud scream followed by a bang. I just assumed someone had tripped and fallen, or hit their head a branch, but that's when things got weird. My walking started to feel restricted. I was using just as much energy as before, but I was moving slower. I could feel everything around me slow down. It was if time itself had changed its flow.

That's when I decided the scream and banging sound was much more than a trip. Slowly I connected the dots. Hellhounds, screams, and strange things affecting the elements, it all led to one thing. A demigod was in trouble.

Perseus' POV

This was the first time I ever realized there was no way to escape. Every other time I had been in a situation like this, there was at least some way to escape. Most times there were at least chances. But not this time. The hound looked at me and I let all of my anger out. All of my emotions from people being scared of me to anger of my parents never being there for me, all let out in one gut-wrenching scream.

As the hound jumped at me, the strangest thing happened. It stopped in mid-air. It just stopped moving. Everything around me stopped moving. It was as if time had frozen. That's when I realized that I wasn't frozen. I took advantage of the situation, and ran. I ran as fast as I could, that is until I saw a little eight-year-old girl who looked like she was moving through Jell-O.

After examining her for about thirty seconds, everything started to move at its regular speed. The girl was started moving at a normal pace. Right when I was about to ask the little girl where her parents were, she screamed at me to duck. Me, being the strange boy I was, listened. And as I fell to the ground, the hound leaped over me. I was about to tell the girl to run, when something just as strange as the frozen objects happened. The little girl shot fire out of her hands. quickly killing the hound and leaving golden dust in its place.

Hestia's POV

While I was still trying to figure out what was going on, and how to move at a normal speed, a young boy, about thirteen or fourteen came running up from behind me. The boy has scars and scratches and bruises all over his body. His clothes look as if they had gone threw a shredder. He also reeked and appeared as if he hadn't taken a bath in years. His hair was raven black and all messed up. While all of these things stood out, they weren't what stood out to me most. It was the fact that he was moving at a normal pace. He looked like he was running from something.

After he had been examining me for what felt like hours, but was most likely less than a minute, time sped up and I could move at a normal pace. He looked like he was going to say something, when I noticed a hellhound sneaking up behind, about to pounce. I screamed for him to duck. I was suppressed when he actually did duck, but he did and in the nick-of-time too. Right when he hit the deck, the hellhound flew over his head. I immediately blasted it with fire, turning it to golden dust.

I ran over to check on the boy and see if he was all right. He was staring at me with wide eyes as I walked up to him. That was when I noticed his eyes. They were the strangest, most fascinating eyes I had ever seen. They were gold, like Apollo gold, so super bright, with a black pupil. But there was a ring of what looked like liquid Greek fire around his pupil. They were startling, yet full of gratitude and very pretty at the same time.

I knew he was a demigod, but I couldn't tell who his godly parent was. I didn't know any god or goddesses that had golden eyes. It sort of reminds me of my... No, that's not possible.

Perseus' POV

I still couldn't wrap my mind around the past events. Time had stopped, a little eight-year-old shot fire, and then a hound turned into golden dust. I guess the dust made a little sense because it was burned, by why golden?

I was very confused to say the least. I just stared at the girl for a couple minutes while she stared back. She had a worried look on her face that turned to stunned look after she returned my stare, and looked into my eyes. Her eyes were comforting. They warmed me, and me feel like i had found a home. After a couple minutes of comfortable yet strange silence I decided it was time to break it.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, but how in the world did you shoot fire out of your hand?"

"That's not important. But what's your name little boy?" The girl replied

"Little? I'm not little! You are smaller than me! But my name is Perseus" I exclaimed back to her. Why would she call me little?

"Nice name, but I am going to fix the age problem now," she declared

I thought the previous events were strange. But this, this was over the top. Right in front of me, she aged 20 years. She looked to be almost thirty years old now.

"Wha...how... That's impossible! How did you do that?" I yelled in question to her.

"Percy, if I may call you that, have you ever heard of the Greek gods?"

"Of course, but what does that I have to do with my question?" I asked her with frustration evident in my voice.

"Those gods are real, and are alive still today. That monster that was chasing you, that was a hellhound. You are a son of a Greek God or Goddess. And as to whom I am. I am Hestia, goddess of the hearth."

I immediately dropped into a bow. I didn't know much about the gods, but I did know that had huge egos and would kill you for not feeding their egos. But at the same time as feeling fear, I felt relieved. Relieved that I wasn't the only one who saw all of those strange monsters stalking around

"Oh no," she said, "no need to bow. I'm not that important in the rank of gods. I'm not even an Olympian. But I am surprised that you excepted the fact of gods being real though." She stated amused look on her face.

"I'm more relieved than fearful or doubtful. I thought I was the only person who saw the monsters. Do you know who my parents are?"

"Which parent are you missing Percy?" She inquired.

"Both." I replied, with a hint of anger and pain in my voice. She seemed to have noticed and asked me a follow up question.

"I'm sorry Percy, that's horrible. Did one die before you were born?"

"They were both gone when I was born. I grew up in Foster Care but ran away three years ago." I told her. I don't know why I trusted her so much. It was most likely because she could see all of the monsters like I could.

"I'm so sorry! Come her, let me give you a hug." Usually I got angry whence someone would throw me a pity party, but it looked like she really meant it. Her eyes shown with anger when I told her I never knew them. Her tone even sounded sincere. This was the first time I ever felt like someone meant his or her apology.

But true to her word she bent down and gave me a big hug. I cringed when she squeezed me in her tight embrace. She noticed immediately and had a panicked look.

"Are you ok? Did I hurt you?" She asked aloud, "Oh of course you aren't ok! Look at all of this bruises and cuts! I need to get you healed!" She piped with worry in her voice.

"This may be a little warm, but it won't hurt," she warned me before lighting her hands on fire and coming towards me. I backed up right away and looked at her with horror.

"Don't worry, I swear on the Styx." Thunder rumbled in the sky, but I couldn't see the sky so I didn't know if there were any clouds or not. "If someone swears on the Styx, they will die if they break the oath." She said in a reassuring tone.

I finally relented, and let her place her hands on me. Warmth flooded my body. It felt like I was sitting by a nice warm fire, with a blanket wrapped around me. It was so comforting, that I thought I was going to fall asleep. And that's what I did. As I stood there with Hestia healing me, I fell asleep.

Hestia's POV

I felt bad for Percy. He was so adorable, but he looked like he had gone threw a war. I still had no idea who has godly parent was, but I did notice something strange about his blood the closer I got. It wasn't exactly red. It wasn't golden ichor, god's blood, it wasn't red mortal blood, but it was a looked like a mix of red gold and silver. I didn't understand how I didn't notice before, but I don't think this little boy is just a demigod.

A/N: thanks for reading, and please leave some healthy critique and ideas in the comments. I'm open to ideas. I will start a pole on whom he should 'meet up with' in later chapters.