A/N: New story, yay! Constructive criticism would be appreciated, thanks.

Disclaimer: My name is not Rick Riordan and thus I do not own Percy Jackson. Simple as that people.

The Disgraced Hero

Chapter One

"It has begun." Said a disembodied voice in the darkness.

"Indeed it has, father." Said another voice coming from a beam of light. "He is breaking."

"We must not underestimate the child." Said the first voice.

"Of course not. He is strong, for a demigod. But one can only take so much before reaching a breaking point and Perseus Jackson is nearing his."

X

Percy was completely bewildered. Everywhere he went in the camp, he received hostile glares and shoves or was just ignored altogether and he had no idea why. He went around camp trying to talk to his friends but was always pushed away.

Jason, Piper, Frank, Hazel and Reyna, all lived in Camp Jupiter and though they sometimes Iris-messaged him, it just wasn't the same. Leo was on a world tour with his girlfriend Calypso and Grover was usually out doing his Lord of the Wild stuff or with his pregnant girlfriend Juniper and had little time for Percy.

His friend Katie Gardner had yelled at him – and she never yelled, except at Travis and Connor, but that was different – about her gardening tools being destroyed or something and when Percy asked what she was talking about, she actually slapped him before storming off.

The Stolls had said something about a prank that backfired and said it was Percy's fault. Then they pranked him for all they were worth. Which, in pranking, was a lot. Thankfully, Percy had some experience with the Stolls' pranks and was able to evade most of them.

Clarisse was even more hostile than usual, going all out in the arena and trying extra hard to maim Percy when they sparred, and her boyfriend, Chris, whom Percy had always gotten along with fine, looked at him with a smug look on his face, like he knew something or had something Percy didn't. Maybe both.

When the hunters had come to camp the week before, they all glared at him distastefully, which usually wouldn't be strange for a male but Percy and the hunters had kinda gotten along after the second Giant War. At least, as much as the hunters and a male could get along. Even Thalia seemed unusually distant, always calling him Percy instead of Perce, Kelp Head or Kelp-for-Brains.

Nico usually stayed at camp with his boyfriend, Will Solace, but hardly ever talked to Percy. They had talked and gotten over whatever it was between them and were pretty good friends. But then Nico seemed to have caught the I-hate-Percy virus along with everyone else.

But what hurt Percy the most was that his amazing girlfriend, Annabeth Chase, the one he had fallen into Tartarus for, was getting more distant every day and it seemed that she hardly cared about Percy anymore. Percy, though, was going to do everything in his power to fix that.

That's why, one night, he went to her cabin to look for her. He knocked on cabin number six's door and one of Annabeth's sisters opened the door.

"Hi, is Annabeth here?" Percy asked. The girl looked at him like he was something she scraped off the sole of her shoe before answering.

"No."

"Do you know where she is?" Percy asked.

"No." She said again.

"Do you think that one of your siblings might know anything?" He asked her. She looked incredibly annoyed before turning back into the cabin and asking if anyone knew where Annabeth was. Someone yelled something back and the girl turned to Percy.

"Malcolm said that he saw her walking into the forest twenty minutes ago." She told him. Then she slammed the door into his face. Percy blinked twice.

"Thanks." He muttered sarcastically before turning and jogging into the forest. When he had been walking for about ten minutes he started hearing strange sounds. He slowed down and walked towards the sounds. There were grunts and moans and Percy realized too late what that meant.

As he reached the edge of a clearing the very blood froze in his veins. On the ground a few feet in front of him were two people literally joined at the hips. But it wasn't what they were doing that made Percy react that way, no. It was who they were.

The one on the ground was Chris Rodriguez, Clarisse's boyfriend, and on top of him was definitely not Clarisse. No, she was none other than the very daughter of Athena Percy had come to find. Annabeth Chase was lying on the son of Hermes allowing said demigod access to something only Percy should get.

At first Percy was on the verge of tears but then he got angry. He got angrier than he ever had before and decided to take it out on the two people cheating on their respective partners.

Before either Chris or Annabeth knew what was going on, they were flattened to the ground as hundreds of gallons of water, taken from the river nearby, were dropped on top of them.

They screamed and spluttered and fumbled around, trying to get their bearings when they spotted a very mad son of Poseidon.

"P-P-Percy!" Annabeth stuttered. "It isn't what it looks like!"

"Bullshit!" Percy screamed. "I thought our relationship meant more to you than this! I thought I meant more to you than this! Apparently not." As he spoke (yelled), the earth started shaking and a hurricane started forming, nature reacting to the son of Poseidon's emotions.

Chris, who had hurriedly put his pants back on, stood up and reached out to Percy.

"Percy, dude, come on, stop this. We can talk this out." He said. Percy turned to him and Chris flinched back from his glare.

"Shut up Chris, I'll deal with you later." Percy said. Chris was definitely not one to take something like that lying down, so he advanced on Percy.

"Hey! You don't talk to me like that! Just get over it dude, I got the girl, not you." He said. Before Chris could react, Percy had swept him off his feet and smashed his elbow in his nose. Just before he passed out he heard Percy say something that scared the shit out of him.

"I've changed my mind. I won't deal with you, I'll let Clarisse do it."

Percy then turned back to Annabeth, who had used the time while Percy and Chris talked to put her pants and shirt on. "How long?" He demanded.

"Ever since you went missing." Annabeth admitted.

"For more than two years?!" Percy asked. Annabeth weakly nodded.

"Is he the only one?" When Annabeth didn't answer, Percy sreamed at her. "Is he the only one?!" She shook her head weakly and Percy started to shake in anger. "Who else?" He asked in a deathly quiet voice.

"W-Will Solace too." She squeaked out.

"Why, Annabeth?" Percy asked. She stayed quiet for a few moments and Percy was just about to yell at her again when she spoke up.

"A-at first it was because I missed you and I was lonely and n-needed someone. But y-you're just n-not exciting anymore. In the w-wars you were, like, a warrior type guy but you just don't have that-that feel anymore." She stuttered out, with tears streaming down her cheeks. Percy looked at her, slowly becoming angrier and angrier as she spoke.

"So you only wanted to be with me because I could fight and kill monsters." Percy said coldly over the din of the storm. Trees were being uprooted and in camp the situation wasn't any better. "After I turned down godhood. For YOU. After I fell into Tartarus. For YOU. And then I turned down godhood again. FOR YOU!" He finished in a yell. Annabeth shrunk back when thunder boomed and lightning flashed in the sky.

"I'm sorry Percy." Annabeth cried. "I made a mistake. Please can we just start over?" She asked.

"Are you kidding?" Percy asked incredulously. "After your blatant disregard for everything our relationship stood for? After you humiliate me like this? Not a chance."

"Please, Percy, I'm sorry." Annabeth said, falling down to her knees. Percy closed his eyes and took a deep breath, calming himself down and the storm slowly stopped.

When everything was silent again he opened his eyes and spoke in a cold voice that sent shivers down Annabeth's spine.

"Goodbye, Annabeth. I hope you find someone exciting enough for you." And then he walked away.

As Percy stepped out of the Forest, he was greeted with a sight that he did not expect. The roof of the Big House had been torn off, the tables in the dining pavilion were all over the place and the cabins were in terrible shape. A group of campers and Chiron walked over to Percy, Clarisse La Rue in the lead.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Prissy?" She screamed at him.

"Well, for one, I just saw my girlfriend fucking your boyfriend." Percy answered. Clarisse and the campers most recoiled in shock.

"What?" She asked.

"Like I said. I just saw your boyfriend and my girlfriend fucking in the forest." He said. Clarisse growled in anger and grabbed the front of his shirt.

"You're lying." She growled at him. Percy scowled, grabbed Clarisse's hands and, to everyone's immense shock, overpowered her and forced her to let go of him. Then he glared at Clarisse.

"Why the fuck would I lie about something like that?" He asked. "Besides, if you want proof, he is currently lying unconscious with a broken nose on the ground next to my crying ex-girlfriend. He was pissing me off so I laid him out for you to deal with as you please." Then he walked past Clarisse and into the group of wide-eyed campers until he found the son of Apollo he was looking for.

Will Solace's eyes widened and he paled as he realized that Percy must have found out about him too. Shit, Nico was going to kill him.

Percy walked up to him and instead of saying anything, just grabbed his head and pulled it down, introducing Will's face to his knee. The son of Apollo crumpled down unconscious as blood spurted out of his nose and mouth.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Nico screamed at Percy. Percy turned to him with his eyes blazing with anger.

"He isn't as gay as you thought." Percy said.

"What are you talking about?!" Nico demanded.

"He fucked Annabeth too. I was just getting a little revenge on the backstabbing bastard."

"What?" Nico couldn't believe what he was hearing. Percy sighed and looked Nico straight in the eye.

"My advice, find another type." He said, not so subtly hinting at Nico's words from just after the Giant War. Then he kept on walking to the Poseidon cabin.

When he arrived in his cabin he grabbed the Minotaur horn, and all his drachmas and mortal cash in his jacket pockets. When he was reached the top of the hill, Chiron called out to him.

"Percy, where are you going?" He asked.

"I don't know, Chiron." Percy said, shaking his head. "Away from here at least."

"It is dangerous out there." The centaur said. Percy smiled slightly.

"I know, Chiron but I can protect myself. I'll probably just say hi to my mom and maybe go over to Camp Jupiter for a while." He said. Chiron nodded, knowing that he couldn't and probably shouldn't stop his student.

"Alright Percy. Just be careful and may Lady Tyche be with you." Chiron said as Percy started walking down.

Percy turned around so he was walking backwards down the hill and gave Chiron a bitter smile. "When has she ever, Chiron? When has she ever?"

When Percy was down the hill, he threw a drachma at the ground and called for the grey sisters' taxi. He got a ride with them to his mom's apartment.

When he arrived he got took a deep breath before knocking on the door to his mother's apartment. He immediately heard some shuffling inside. A few seconds later, the door was opened and his amazing mother, Sally Blofis, stood in front of him with a surprised but happy smile.

"Percy!" She exclaimed as she swept him up in one of her amazing hugs. Percy clung to her tightly and breathed in the smell of cookies and candy and something that was just so her.

"Hey, mom." He muttered. She pulled back from the hug and held Percy at an arm's length looking up at him since he had grown a few inches taller than her.

"What's wrong?" She asked. Percy shook his head and opened his mouth when Paul walked out of the kitchen.

"Hey, Percy." The English teacher greeted. "Sally, let him come in, he hasn't even crossed the doorstep yet." The mother and son looked down and saw that Percy had indeed not actually gotten inside the apartment.

"Hi, Paul." Percy said as he walked into the medium-sized apartment. Sally led him into the living room and sat him down on the sofa before plopping herself and Paul down on a couple of chairs that she had moved so they were sitting across from Percy.

"Now," Sally began. "Tell me what's got you so down."

"It's, uh, about Annabeth." He said.

"Is she okay?" Paul asked.

"Yeah, yeah. She's fine, I think." Percy told them.

"Then what's up? I know you don't just show up at our doorstep looking like that when you're supposed to be at camp and everything's fine." Sally said. And it was true. Percy did look terrible. His eyes were slightly bloodshot and his hair extra wild from all the wind earlier. He always carried all of his emotions in his eyes and both Sally and Paul could see that Percy was definitely not alright.

"Annabeth, she . . ." Percy started.

"Yes?" Sally prompted.

"She cheated on me." And so the bomb was dropped.

"What?!" Neither Sally nor Paul could believe their ears.

"Are you sure? I mean if someone told you they could have been lying . . ." Paul tried but Percy shook his head.

"I saw it for myself." He said. "And she admitted that she'd been doing it ever since I went missing almost two years ago."

"But . . . that's the majority of your relationship!" Sally shouted. Percy nodded miserably.

"She said that she was lonely and that after the war I just wasn't exciting enough."

"And that other guy was?" Sally demanded, livid that her son's heart had been broken in such a way.

"Guys." Percy corrected.

"What?" Sally asked, thinking she had misheard her son.

"There were two other guys."

"That bitch!" Percy's mom exclaimed. Percy and Paul both stared at her wide-eyed. Sally never spoke about anyone that way. "I'm going to find her and I'm going to –"

"What?" Percy interrupted. "She's at camp. You can't get in to camp."

"Then I'll find a way to get into camp." Sally was going to continue her rant but was interrupted again, this time by a knock on the door.

"Who could that be?" Paul wondered out loud as he walked away from his heartbroken step-son and fuming wife to answer the door.

Suddenly the hairs on the back of Percy's neck stood up. "Paul, wait!" he yelled. Paul's hand stopped inches away from the doorknob. He looked questioningly at Percy.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I don't know." Percy said. "But I have a bad feeling and if years of surviving as a demigod have taught me anything, you should always trust your instincts."

"Well, what are your instincts telling you?" Paul asked.

"That you should not open that door." Percy told him as he stood up. "I'll do it." Paul stepped out of the way and Percy moved to open the door. He pulled Riptide out of his pocket and uncapped it, the bronze blade springing forth.

He silently turned the knob on the door and opened it quickly. Percy's eyes widened as he spotted three dracaenae standing ready with their weapons. They hesitated for a split second as their own eyes widened, clearly not expecting Percy to be home.

That split second was all Percy needed as he attacked the monsters invading his home.

He sliced both legs of one dracaena before decapitating her as she fell to the ground. He then jumped up and stabbed one through the chest. Two disintegrated in a few seconds.

The third one tried to swipe at him but he dodged and severed her entire arm from her body. He then pulled her disgustingly revealing shirt and threw her into the apartment and closed the door. He towered over her with his sword at her neck as she whimpered pitifully, clutching the stump where her arm once was.

"Who sent you?" He growled at her. She looked at him fearfully before steeling herself and answering.

"Nobody sent us, we came on our own." She said shakily.

"Liar." Percy hissed. The tap in the kitchen exploded as he forced the water through it. He hardened it into a few water spears, all of them pointing at various places of the dracaena's body. "Answer me now!" He yelled.

"They will come!" She suddenly said.

"Who? Who will come?" Percy asked.

"They will plunge the world into darkness and burn it with light!" The dracaena exclaimed. That made no sense but she seemed to believe it. "This time, son of Poseidon, you won't be enough!" Percy had had enough so he shot all the water spears at the dracaena. She screamed in agony until she disintegrated like the ones before her.

Percy looked at his mother and stepfather's fearful faces and felt a pang of sadness. They were afraid of him too. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, forcing his tears back.

"This place isn't safe anymore." He said when he opened his eyes.

"What do you mean?" Sally asked her son.

"I mean that the monsters have found you. They obviously weren't here for me so they were sent by someone to kill you. I need to get you somewhere safe."

"Where are we supposed to go then?"

"I have an idea." Percy closed his eyes and prayed to his favorite goddess.

A few seconds later a flash of flames lit up the dark apartment before it receded as Hestia, the goddess of the hearth, arrived in an eighteen year old form, as opposed to the ten years younger body she usually inhibited.

She was stunningly beautiful with her mousy brown hair that reached the middle of her back and looked so soft, smooth, fair skin, gorgeous flaming eyes and just the general feeling of hope and warmth that she radiated.

Percy shook himself out of his reverie when he realized that he'd been staring at her and stepped forward and bowed, followed by his mother and step-father.

"Lady Hestia." He said. "Thank you for coming." Hestia smiled so warmly it filled the three mortals with calm and happiness.

"You know you don't have to call me Lady, Perseus." Hestia told him.

"And you know you don't have to call me Perseus, Lady Hestia." Percy put special emphasis on the 'Lady'. Hestia frowned but then gave a small chuckle.

"Touché, Percy. Touché." Sally and Paul watched as Percy conversed so casually with an Olympian goddess. Sally also made a mental note to talk with Percy about him staring at her.

"Lady Hestia," Sally said. "It is an honor." Hestia smiled at her again.

"The honor is all mine, dear Sally. I have long wanted to meet with the woman who raised the extraordinary man that is Percy here." Hestia said with a light gesture to Percy who blushed at the praise along with his mother. Then she turned serious. "But I have a feeling that introducing me to your mother was not the sole reason you called me here." Percy shook his head.

"No, it's not." Percy sighed. „I need a safe place for mom and Paul. There were three dracaenae that came here just a few minutes ago. If I hadn't been here . . ." He trailed off. Hestia frowned in concern before getting an idea.

"I think I know just the place." She said with a warm smile. The four of them disappeared in a flash of flames and reappeared in a cozy neighborhood. There were a few identical houses in a row. The houses themselves were two floors, beige colored with a black roof and some white lines around the windows and such.

"Where are we?" Percy asked. Hestia smiled.

"Franklin, Massachusetts. The safest city in the United States." She said. Percy snorted.

"Of course you'd go here, being the peaceful goddess you are." He said playfully. Hestia laughed and slapped Percy lightly in the arm.

"Oh, hush, you." She said. Percy raised his arms in surrender and backed away laughing. Sally was very confused.

When Percy arrived at the apartment he was a mess after what that bitch had done to him, then he was angry and, frankly, pretty scary when the snake women came. But then, when Hestia came, he was almost back to his old self, joking and playing around. With a goddess no less.

She cleared her throat and both Percy and Hestia jumped slightly, like they had forgotten they weren't alone.

"Right, yeah." Percy started, clearing his throat.

"Let's go inside." Hestia said, gesturing to the house they stood in front of. They all walked inside and the interior was very . . . homey. „This is one of my 'safe houses'," Hestia stated, putting air quotes around the word safe houses. „You are welcome to stay here as long as you wish."

"Thank you, uh, Lady Hestia." Paul said, speaking for the first time since the dracaenae appeared. Sally nodded in agreement. Percy came up to his mom and gave her a hug before saying goodbye, since staying with them would be too dangerous.

Percy and Hestia then disappeared and reappeared in Hestia's temple. Hestia turned to Percy with concerned eyes.

"Percy?" She said putting a hand on Percy's shoulder. "Are you okay?" She asked him.

"Yeah, of course. Why?" He said a bit too quickly. Hestia contemplated on how to say what she was thinking but decided to just be a bit blunt.

"I know what happened at camp. Are you really okay?" Percy's face immediately became pained and he silently shook his head as tears formed in his eyes.

Hestia closed the distance between them and gave him a warm hug, which he returned by wrapping his arms around Hestia tightly.

Neither of them knew how long they stood like that, wrapped up in each other's arms but neither could deny how good it felt. After a while Percy stepped back and wiped his tears off with the back of his hand.

"Come on, you must be tired." Hestia said. Percy nodded numbly and Hestia grabbed his hand and led him to a guest room. "You should sleep." She said.

Percy didn't complain because he was dead tired. As soon as his head hit the pillow he was out like a light. Hestia chuckled lightly as she put a blanket over him. "Good night, Percy." She said softly before she walked out the door.

A/N: First chapter of the story finished!

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