Percy Pov:

Pain.

Sorrow.

Fury.

Betrayal.

That is all I felt. When I thought, when the Giant War was over, that I was going to have a happy ending. Live, have and raise a family, kids, grow old with the girl that captured my heart. But the Fates had a different idea. It was great for a couple of weeks. We still mourn over the death of our family, but we were slowly healing I was happy. My close friends survived the war. No more war, less monster attacks, and Annabeth in my arms, I was at peace.

That all changed when HE came. By HE I mean my half-brother, Dustin Smith. Apparently my father had kept him under-sea when he was 10 years old all the way to 18. I was a bit mad that my father sired another child, but was more excited on having a sibling.

Dustin has muddy brown eyes, brown hair that looks like a rat nest. Crooked teeth, and has a diamond piercing in his left ear. He was 5'5, and was a bit scrawny looking. I was happy to have a sibling, but that all change when I saw his true colors.

I first met him when he was crossing the border lines. He was being chased by 3 hell-hounds. He had only had a sword to defend himself, but he fought like a 3-year old, swinging his sword wildly. I got to him first, while the others are far away, catching up.

Dustin tripped over a tree root, and dropped his sword. A hell-hound was about to pounce on him before I interfere. I took out Riptide and stabbed it by it's side, disintegrating instantly. I backed-flipped when a hell-hound charged behind my back and stabbing it at the back in mid-air, dragging the sword from head to the back. The last hell-hound was the smallest of the rest. I could see fear in it's eyes, when he saw his pack turn to yellow dust.

" Boo", I said.

The hell-hound whimpered, and shadow traveled away. I turned around, and tried to help Dustin, but he ignore me and gave me a weak glare. I already knew that right away, that we weren't going to get along. When the whole camp came, Dustin gloated that he fought 20 hell-hounds by himself, and that I just hid in fear. That isn't the worst part. The worst part was when everybody believed him, and they started to resent me. I didn't care if the whole camp hated my guts. As long as I got Annabeth and my friends/family, I was OK.

But that didn't last long. Dustin started spreading rumors and lies ti the whole camp, how I am a horrible person and what not. Next thing I knew I wasn't friends with Grover, The Stolls, Katie Gardner, Clarisse. Chris, Gwen, and many more. The only people I had left was Leo, Piper, Jason, Reyna, Nico, Thalia, Frank, Hazel, and my Wise girl. But I don't see much of Thalia and Nico, and Leo and Piper decided to stay at the Roman Camp, where Jason, Frank, Hazel, and Reyna are. So the only person I had left was Annabeth.

But I could feel that we were slowing drifting apart. I see her less and less. She is always busy with something, and makes up excuses to skip our dates.

I was heading to the beach at night, to clear out my thoughts, when saw it. Or I could say them. Annabeth making out with my own brother, Dustin. They were so into their make-out that they didn't even notice my presence. I clenched my jaw, and my eyes stung, but refused to shed any tear.

When they ended their make-out session, Annabeth said the words that killed me, and shattered my heart.

" I love you, Dustin", she whispered with love and lust in her eyes. The biggest smile on her face. She never looked at me liked that.

" I love you too", replied Dustin.

Then they went back to their make out session. I felt sick. Numb. Pain. Betrayal. Hurt. Sorrow. Heart-broken. Fine, I thought. I get the message. I'm not wanted here. I'll leave and never come back.

With that note I left, but not before creating and crashing a 50ft wave on them. I ran all the way to my cabin. I felt so sad, hurt, and mad that I was causing a horrible storm, waking the whole camp up. Barging through my room, I grabbed a duffel bag and toss all my stuff that I needed. Clothes, pictures, weapons, ambrosia, nectar, first-aid kit, toiletries, and mortal money ( $2,356.00 ), also a sack full of drachmas.

Once I was done, there was no trace of Percy Jackson ever staying here. Grabbing my duffel bag, I marched out of my cabin, to Thalia tree, keeping my head down, bumping and shoving people out of my way, receiving glares. But I ignored them. I felt nothing. Numb. I just wanted to crawl into a ball, cry, and die in a people I called a family, betrayed me. After everything I have done for them. I was so broken that I didn't notice or feel a horrible that I was creating or the earthquake. But I stayed strong, and showed no emotions.

When I reached Thalia tree, I wasted no time in whistling Blackjack. In a few seconds a pure black Pegasus landed gracefully in front of me.

" Hey, boss. Where to?", asked Blackjack.

I couldn't help the small smile that came to my face. No matter how many times I tell him not to call me that, he insist on calling me that for the rest of my life.

" Can you take me to my mom's apartment, please?", I asked. Blackjack looked at me with pity. I guess he knows what happened.

" No prob. But it is going to cost you a sugar cube", he joked.

I made sure the duffel bag was firmly placed on my shoulder, and climbed on Blackjack back. Blackjack took a running start, and next thing I knew we were speeding in the air. The cold air hitting my face, blowing my ears, and my now even messier hair. I was so lost in my thoughts, that I didn't notice that we landed on top of my mom apartment building, until I finally notice that we weren't moving anymore. I slid off Blackjack, petted his mane, and gave him a sugar cube that I had in my pockets.

" Don't worry boss. I kick some demigod ass for you. Nobody mess with my boss and get away with it", Blackjack promised, while puffing out his chest, and striking a hero pose, for a Pegasus.

Saying my final good-bye, Blackjack left in the sky, until I couldn't see him any more. I stayed up there for a while. The cold night of January, hit me, but I didn't care. Nothing cared anymore. But I have to keep strong, at-least for my parents.

I walked to the edge of the building, the gravel crunching under my wet converse. I sat at the edge, and made sure I had a firm grip on the edge. Then I let myself dangle, holding myself by my hands. I was at least 70ft in the air, but I have done this many times. The window to my room reaching to my stomach. Letting go one hand, I un-locked, and open the window to my room.

Going feet first, I launched myself to my room, and landed gracefully on the carpet floor, making no sound. I then dropped my bag on the bed, and closed the window, making my room less cold. I listened for any sign of my mom here. Nothing Silence.

Weird, I thought. My parent's are never out at late as 1 AM in the morning. Something wasn't right. My stomach twisted to knots, and I started to grow worried.

" Mom?!", I called out. Nothing.

" Mom?! Paul?!", I said, more urgent.

I quickly left my room, and stepped out the hallway. I ran straight in their room. It was a mess. The bed was flipped over. Windows shattered. Blankets and clothes ripped and ruined, like they were put in a paper shredder. Closet and desk, completely destroyed. Claw marks on the wall. A feeling of dread took over my body. I quickly took out my ball point pen, and uncapped it transforming into my sword, Riptide.

" MOM?! PAUL?!", I shouted in fear.

I left their room, run down the hallway an went to the living room. The color drained from my face. The worst thing I have ever saw, I am seeing right now, before my very eyes. The couch was beaten the stuffing out of them. The T.V now split in two. Destroyed coffee table. Papers littered the floor. One of the wall was broken and it somehow broke a water pipe, flooding the place. But that wasn't the worst thing that I saw.

It was my Mom. Lying on the soaked carpet, creating a pool of blood around her lifeless body. Her eyes were open, but it doesn't held the motherly love and warmth, that lit up my horrible childhood. No, instead they were lifeless. Her brown chocolate hair, wet from water and coated with a tint of her own blood. Her jeans and blue blouse was torn to pieces. There was a claw mark across her neck, dried blood covering her, now death white skin, that use to glow. There was other cuts and injuries around her body.

Paul was next to my mom. H was lying on his stomach, so I couldn't see his face. But e wasn't breathing. Like my mom, he had claw marks on him, but it was from the back of his neck, and tearing the side of his right hip. He had lost a lot of blood. His use to be salt-peppered hair was now covered in crimson red blood. Seeing this made me want to throw up.

I dropped to my knees, and my sword left my hands, clanging to the floor, the sound echoing in the room. My whole body shooked violently as a sob escaped my lips. With shaking hands, I grasped around my mom left hand. Her hands were cold to my warm hands. A wave of sorrow over came me. Tears were streaming down my face, falling to the floor.

" NO! Why? Why? Why? Why?", I repeated over and over again as I hold my mother lifeless hand. Who would do this? The fates are cruel. They killed my family. They didn't deserve this. This is all my fault. They were expecting a little girl soon. My baby sister. I was going to be a big brother.

I just then notice a note next to my mom. Letting go her hand, I grabbed the note and saw it was written in Greek.

Αγαπητέ ερσέα Τζάκσον,

Αφού έχετε βρει αυτό το σημεί?μα, πόρνη σας μιας μητέρας, και βήμα-πατέρας θα είναι νεκρός. Είναι λίγο αργά χριστουγεννιάτικο δώρο από μένα. Αυτό είναι για τη μητέρα μου τη Γαία.

Με εκτίμηση,

Oceanus, Τιτάν σώματα.

Υ.Γ. ώς είναι η μικρή αδελφή σου.

( In English)

( Dear Perseus Jackson,

Once you have found this note, your whore of a mother, and step-father will be dead. It's a little late Christmas present from me. This is for my mother Gaea.

Sincerely,

Oceanus, Titan of Water.

PS How is the little sister of yours.)

I was shaking violently. But not from sadness, but from fury. I was glaring at the note so hard, that I wasn't surprised if it catched on fire. I clenched my fist around the note, and threw it at the other side of the room. I got up from my feet, and punched the wall closest to me, leaving a good size hole. Tears of anger stinged my eyes. I was breathing heavily,and was seeing red. The water was climbing and twisting up my body like snakes. I screamed out of fury, and punched the wall again, leaving my knuckles all bloody, bit didn't feel the pain. The sink in the kitchen burst. I closed my eyes, and clenched my jaw.

Then I felt a slight wind hitting me, and the next thing I knew, I found myself in Montauk beach. I must've vapor travel here. With shaky legs, I slowly walked to the waves of the ocean. I walked, until the water went to my knees. Then I let everything out.

"OCEANUS! YOU COWARD!FIGHT ME ! I'M RIGHT HERE WHERE YOU WANT ME TO BE! COME OUT AND FIGHT ME YOU COWARD! COME ON ", I yelled in pure fury.

I was breathing deeply and my whole face was red. My powers were reacting to my emotions. The winds picked up. Dark clouds started to form above. Thunder was heard near. The ocean was fighting against each other, creating huge waves, and splashing salt-water all over me. Sans was flying everywhere.

" Once I find you, I am going to torture you, slowly and painfully. When you are screaming bloody murder, and begging for mercy, I'll kill you. Then I'll drag you from Tartarus, to the Fields of Punishment, and skin you alive, and set you on fire, until you fade. So you better watch your back, because you have yourself an enemy, an nothing is going to stop me, not even the fates. YOU HEAR ME! I'LL KILL YOU!:, I shouted, until my throat was raw and dry.

My knees gave in, and I fell on my knees. My shoulders slumped over, my back hunched, and my hands flew to my face, as I sob for what seems like forever. My tears falling to the ocean, mixing with the salt-water. I was so lost in my sorrow that I didn't notice someone coming up behind me, until they touched my right shoulder. I thought it was my dad saying sorry for my loss, or maybe Annabeth saying that she was lying to Dustin and that she really does love me, or even better my mom, alive and breathing, saying that this was all just a nightmare, hold me close, ans give me a blue cookie like she does when I was her little boy.

But when I looked up it was neither of them. My eyes connected to reddish/brownish fire eyes, that radiate warmth. She was about in her early 30's and was wearing brown robes. It was Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth.

Next thing I knew, I was hugging her, and sobbing on her shoulder, while she comfort me, like my mom use to do. Just thinking of my mom lifeless eyes, brought in a whole fresh of new tears. I keep on muttering that it is all my fault, and they are dead. Hestia grabbed me on each side of my face with her hands, and made me look at her.

" Listen to me Perseus. None of this is your fault. You couldn't prevent your parent's death. I am sorry for your loss, but this isn't any of your fault", Hestia said sternly to me.

I nodded numbly, but didn't believe her words. This is all my fault. If I had come sooner, and haven't been selfish about myself, then this wouldn't have happened. I think she saw it in my eyes that I didn't believe her, because she sighed and shakes her head, side to side.

" Come on. Let's get you all warmed up. You have to be freezing", she helped me up. I didn't even feel the cold, or the water on my skin. In fact I was numb. I moved like a zombie as I walked behind Hestia, and sat down on a log.

Hestia, out of thin air, gave me a black fluffy blanket. I accepted it with a mumble of thanks. She then started a fire with just a wave of her hand. The heat from the fire, gave me warmth. There was silence for a couple of minutes, until Hestia finally broke it.

" I have heard what has happened Perseus, and I am deeply sorry. They should not have treated a great hero, as yourself like that. I am really disappointed in them".

" I am no hero. My Lady. I couldn't even save my own family. The love of my life and friends betrayed me. If I am anything, I am a disgrace, and a worthless demigod", I told her darkly, and bitterly.

" Perseus, none of this is your fault, And you are defiantly not a disgrace. You are a true hero. You're loyal, kindly, selfless, caring, and powerful. You have saved Olympus twice. You have don the unthinkable. But did you give up, when the worst came. Never. Because you face them head on, and you had hope. That is what is keeping you going right now", she pointed to my heart, sending warmth and happiness in my body. I knew she was right, but I still believe that all of this is my fault.

" Don't take this the wrong way My Lady, but why are you here? Why didn't my father come?", I asked curiously.

She sighed and said,

" Your father is busy down at Atlantis. He wishes to be here, but he can't. As for I, can't I not see my favourite demigod".

" Stop it My Lady, your making me blush", I said jokingly for the first time since the events that recently happened. But didn't stop the anger that came for my father. I knew the reason why he is not here. Ever since he introduce Dustin, he ignored me and put all his attention on Dustin, not me.

" The truth of my arrival, is that I have come to make an offer with you".

That gotten my full attention.

" What kind of offer?", I asked curiously.

Right after I just said that, a black-swirling vortex appeared out of thin air. Out stepped a man. He was about 6'5, and was very muscular. His skin was pitch black, and flecks of what seems like stars and planets were all over him. He was wearing a very expansive looking white Italian suit, with white pants, and white shoes that were extra shiny. Like his clothes, his hair was white, not gray, but white. But it wasn't out of old age. He look like he was in his early 20's. Where his eyes should be, were 2 miniature suns. He just screams of power and respect, but also calm and peace. Like Gods, he was undeniable handsome. When he spoke it was a full of power, and a mixture of male and female.

" An offer, that I hope you will accept".

" Who are you?", I blurted. Ugh, stupid ADHD. I didn't mean to come out as a rude way.

" Where are my manners. I am Chaos", he said casually, while walking up to me, and raised a hand up for me to shake. My eyes went wide, and my jaw dropped to the floor. I guess my expression was hilarious, because Hestia giggled, and Chaos chuckled.

"T-Th-The Ch-Chaos. The Creator of the Universe".

" The on and only".

I quickly got on one knee on t he sand, and bowed my head. I may anger some gods from my lack of respect, but I am not stupid enough to anger the creator of the Universe. I tightly held the blanket around me in my hands.

" Rise, there is no need for that".

I slowly stood up on my feet and slowly shook his awaiting hand.

" It's great to finally meet the famous Percy Jackson. I heard great things about you".

I was speechless. Chaos must've seen my loos of words, because he started to speak again.

" As you might heard earlier, Hestia and I have an offer for you. What will you say that you can run away from all of this. Forget all of your problems. Have a better life. A happy ending, that you deserve?".

" I'll say what's the catch?". From what I learned nothing comes without a price.

" If you accept my offer, you will become my apprentice. I will give you my blessing, and will receive some of my powers. I will have to train you in my kingdom, to train your new found powers. You will be helping and saving the innocent, and help me capture the evil. I will also assist you on leaving this place and send you where you will be wanted, needed, and will have a normal, happy ending", explained Chaos.

" I also have an offer for you Perseus. I would like for you to become my first champion. You will have some of my domains. You will be able to create fire, food, and give people hope", Hestia said to me with a hopeful gleam in her eyes, and a warm smile.

Once again I was dumbstruck. Speechless. I thought through their offer. I have nothing left here. I have nobody. I could have a fresh new start. A new me. I had nothing else to lose.

" I accept your offer My Lady, and My Lord", I said kneeling on one knee, bowing my head in respect, the blanket sliding to the sand.

Chaos started to cheer and clap, while Hestia made me stand up and give me a bone-crushing hug.

" Excellent", cheered Chaos, clapping my back.

" Just a heads-up, when I give you my blessing, it might hurt, a lot. So are you ready?" He didn't even give me the time to respond, as he lift his right index finger, and touched my forehead.

A gasp of pain escaped my lips, as I tightly shut my eyes closed. It wasn't the worst pain I had ever felt, but was pretty pain full. I could practically feel my blood boil, as power surge through my body. From the left side of my neck, shoulder, and my side was a whit-hot flaming pain. It felt like someone was sticking a lighter on the side, and burning me alive. I diidn't notice a black and white aura surrounding me, because all I could think of is the pain.

Just when I thought I was going to pass out from the pain, it stopped. I fell to my knees in the process, the energy leaving my body. I was breathing heavily. Black dots covered my vision, until I could see clearly.

" Impressive. You didn't scream, nor pass out from the pain", praised Chaos.

" I can't imagine why", I retorted back, as I shakily got back to my feet. Chaos snapped his fingers, and conjured up a full-size mirror.

When I looked at my reflection, I could see a few changes on my appearance. I had gain a few more muscles, my skin was glowing under the moonlight, and I grew a few inches. I use to be a 6"0, but now I tower a 6"4. My face became more masculine and god like. My hair was a bit longer, and the grey streak turned to a silver like color, making it stand out from my raven-black hair. My eyes practically glow under the dark.

But that wasn't what caught my attention. It was the tattoo that was marked on the left side of my neck, down my shoulder, arm, and stopping at my wrist. It was a tribal tattoo. I lifted my shirt up, and saw that it covered my left side, front and back, stopping at my 8-pack.

" That is your armor. You just have to clench your fist, or think about it in your mind", explained Chaos.

Curiously, I clenched my left hand to a fist, and I was speechless as the tattoo started to spread all over me, forming into a armor, right before my eyes. I could feel it as it spread at my face as well. The armor was midnight black. My chest covered the upper part of my body, cutting odd the sleeves. Underneath the chest plate was a long sleeve black Under-Armor muscle shirt. I wore black jeans and black leather combat boots. I had a belt of throwing daggers around my waist. I also had hidden daggers in each my shoe, under my sleeve, and behind my back, under my neck. I had 2 sword pocket holders on my back of my armor. If I had swords, they would of made an " X" shape. With the daggers around my waist was 2 9Mn guns on my side each. On my face was a black leather masquerade mask, that covered the bridge of my nose, and up. It covers about half of my face.

The shocking thing was what came out of my back. It was midnight black, like the rest of my armor, feathery wings. I slowly touched them, surprised of the softness. I testily flap my wings, causing a gusty everywhere. I gave out a gleeful laugh. So far I look bad-ass and hot.

" You can conjure up your wings or the mask anytime, without the armor. Just picture it in your mind and tada", explained Chaos further more.

So I did that. I closed my eyes, and picture myself with only wings. I could slowly feel the armor change back to a tattoo. I opened my eyes and saw that I was back to my original clothes, and still had my wings on my back. When I looked at my back I saw that my shirt ripped, right where the wings came out.

I closed my eyes again and imagine myself with just only the mask. The weight from the wings decreased, and I felt something spread on my face. When I opened my eyes, I was only wearing the black masquerade mask. I touch the mask, as it slowly disappeared, crawling down to my neck, and going back to a tattoo.

" I have also given you super strength, speed, smell, hearing, vision, and reflexes. When we start training, we will start working with your body first, then weapons, and last your powers", said Chaos.

I flexed my left arm, feeling power surge through my veins. A new me. A new start. I will show everybody that betrayed me, how they lost their greatest hero. I will make them regret ever betraying me.

" Okay, my turn", exclaimed Hestia. She looked like a kid in a candy store.

" Is it going to hurt?", I asked a bit fearful.

She chuckled and said

" Not at all", Hestia came forward and gave me a hug. I was confused until I saw fire spreading from her towards me, covering my body in flames. Instead of pain, I felt warmth from a hearth, spreading through my whole body. Emotion like hope, happiness, peace crashed into me, making a few tears fall, as it was a long time since I felt that. I closed my eyes and hugged back, enjoying the feeling. It went away soon. I opened my eyes, and stepped gave me a sad smile and wiped the tears away with her thumb. I gave her a weak smile telling her I am OK.

" My blessing has given you the power over fire, travel and heal using fire, conjure up food, give people hope, and your body temperature is now 109 F, so you won't be affected from the cold climate", explained Hestia.

I took out my right hand and concentrated to make a ball of fire. A flicker of fire started at the palm of my hand, growing, until my entire hand was covered in flames. I clenched my hand, and the fire disappeared. I just notice that my SPGR tattoo had changed also.

Instead of having 1 bar-code, there was 18 bar-code lines. Also instead of a Tridents, there was a planet, with stars hovering over it, and a vortex in the background, and a hearth.

" The planet is your symbol, the Hearth Hestia, and the 18 line for my age", I said to them. Chaos nodded.

" It will show how honored and powerful you are to the other Roman demigods".

I nodded.

" Thank you Lord Chaos, Lady Hestia, I am forever grateful".

We have one more thing to give to you", said Chaos.

He then handed me a car key remote, with the upside down horse-shoe symbol. I looked at it confused.

" Thanks...", I said, uncertainly on what it is suppose to do.

Chaos chuckled and explained.

" Push that button, and it will transform into any transportation you want. Motorcycle, a car, you name it".

My eyes widen and my jaw dropped.

" Whoa", was the only thing I could say as I put the remote in my pocket.

" Show off", muttered Hestia, as she walked up to me.

" I give you these, Perseus. May they help you in battle".

She placed a gold men's ring, with a amethyst stone, and a black/blue survival bracelet. I placed the ring in my right hand, ring finger, and the bracelet on my left wrist.

" When you push the amethyst stone, it will transform to a imperial gold sword, Spera. To transform it back, push the stone again, that will be on the bottom of the sword grip. The bracelet, you will have to to twist it clock-wise, and it will change into a shield. To return to it's original form, spin it counter clock-wise".

"Thank you My Lady, and My Lord. I am going to make you proud. Thank you for my new life".

" You deserve it Perseus", Chaos said softly.

" There is one question I want ask though?", I said." Where am I going to stay?".

" Think Perseus. Where do you think that you would like to go? Other people that you call family?" hinted Hestia.

I thought real hard. What other people that I call my family. That is when it hit me.

" My cousin, Bella Swan", I exclaimed happily.

It's been a long time since I've seen her. We weren't technically related by blood. My mom was friends with Renee, Bella mom, and I always called her aunt. That is how Bella is my cousin. I always saw her as a little sister and was very protective of her. Of course I was protective of her, she was a magnet of trouble, and that is coming from me. I didn't see her when all this demigod stuff began.

" Last time I heard was that she moved to Forks, Washington to live her dad Sheriff Swan. But wouldn't monsters attack, because of me?", I told them, worried about having a monster attacking my last and only family.

" Not many. With out Blessings, you are practically 3/4 god and 1/4 mortal. Monsters will fear your aura. Few attacks but not many", explained Chaos.

I'm excited now. A new start. A new me. No more pain. Betrayal. Finally peace.

" Guess, I have to pack then?", I said.