I don't own either PJO or Bloodborne.

AN: This is something to help overcome my writer's block/apathy on my other stories by doing something totally different in tone. If this gets good feedback I'll keep updating it, if not oh well.

Dreams. Dreams are one of the most cherished and powerful things in the mortal world. They can inspire people to go out and accomplish task thought impossible by others and can lead to entire empires and regimes, while inspiring others to fight for their freedoms and liberate the oppressed.

Alternatively dreams can fuel to paranoia and fears of others in the form of nightmares. Monsters thought up from the subconscious of the dreamer terrify them as their own mind turns against them. It is in dreams where the past, present, and future all blur together and shun reality in favor of the imagination.

No one knew this better than Morpheus, the god of dreams and Lord of the Subconscious.

The mortals of modern times knew him as the "Sandman" as he was the one to control dreams and influence sleep. In terms of appearance, was a tall man with a long black coat whose face was indistinguishable and would seemingly change whenever looked upon.

Morpheus took it upon himself to regulate and influence the dreams of mortals in order to keep the world in balance, for without dreams what would the world descend into?

Morpheus could control the dreamscape of people, turning pleasant thoughts of fields into horrific images of war. He could put people into deep sleep by simply walking past them. He could send people messages in their dreams and even shape them.

But despite all of this, Morpheus could not explain the current scene he had discovered.

It had been a normal night on Olympus, Zeus was busy ordering him around to cover up mistakes made by the demigods, again. He and Hecate were apparently the only gods capable of solving problems that were not theirs to begin with. In fact most minor gods were subject to whatever an Olympian told them, because that's the way it goes. But enough about his dislike of the Olympians.

He had been putting most of the eastern seaboard to sleep when he felt something that he could only describe as haunting. It was like a ghost ship in a massive sea of dreams, but it was there. It being something that shouldn't exist. It was far off too, like in another plane of existence far off. In a place where there shouldn't be anyone who could dream.

A dream he had no influence in creating. In fact he couldn't feel any Greek magic there apart from one faint whisper. His need for answers was to compelling, and so he teleported to the location of the disturbance.

What he found there would change the face of Olympus forever.

The dreams landscape was very disturbing in Morpheus's eyes. A graveyard surrounded a house on a small hill with beds of flowers growing wherever the stone path that lead up to the house and around the graves didn't touch. The house was a single floored victorian style cottage with the doors and windows open, showing a plethora of bizarre weapons and workshop materials on the inside.

The landscape was floating in a vast sea of clouds and etherealness with only a full moon overhead. A massive oak tree stood in the backdrop as Morpheus could swear that voices and sounds were coming from the graves.

What drew his attention though was a figure sat with its head down on the stairs with a metal cane in its hand. It wore a long black leather trench coat with a red interior and a shoulder cape over a black buckled dress shirt. The gloves it wore were also leather but had a decorative metal cover over the forearms as dark brown cloth pants lead to victorian leather boots. The figure also had a black tricord over its head with an accompanying face mask to prevent Morpheus from seeing whoever this was.

As Morpheus began to walk closer to the figure on the stairs he saw a human sized female doll in a victorian dress with white hair sitting next to the figure, leaning its head on the dark figures shoulder. A smile of content was visible as Morpheus drew closer. As he got within 15 feet of the two the dolls eyes opened as she looked towards him with curiosity.

"Hello. You are a stranger here, no? You must be, after all, the Good Hunter has ended the dream for all save himself." The Doll spoke with sweet and calm salvik accent. Morpheus looked over to the dark figure he assumed to be the Good Hunter and hummed to himself.

He was the source of this dream, yet he was also apart of it in a way very similar to Morpheus's own creations. In fact, just standing this close to the man was intriguing as he gave off a soothing presence very similar to the one Hestia gave off, though not quite as potent.

"I am Morpheus, god of dreams. This place feels….unnatural, how did this come to pass?" Morpheus got right to his question as The Doll looked confused for a moment and then shrugged.

"I do not know, I am merely a doll. A creation of humans. You say you are a god? Then I have a question for you. Do you love your creations?" Well that wasn't an answer, in fact it was no answer followed by a bizarre question.

"Why does it matter if I love my creations? You say you don't know how this place came to be? Then fine, I will ask him." The Doll's eyes saddened as she looked over to the sleeping hunter and put her arm across his chest in a very protective manner.

"I know only that it was the will of the gods that created this place using Old Gherman and that now it is the Good Hunter who keeps it stable. I ask you not to wake him, as he has had a long night and deserves rest." The Doll spoke softly.

"Will of the gods? I had no part in this places creation, in fact the only thing here even close to the gods is the feeling of a half-blood I get from him." Morpheus pointed to the sleeping hunter. He approached the hunter with the intention of forcibly waking him, as he felt his power over dreams did not work here. However the Doll jumped in front of him and held her arms out, blocking his path.

"I will not let you hurt him." She told the god with a voice of defiance. Frowning, Morpheus grabbed her shoulder and tossed her aside a good 10 feet. That would show her he was not in the mood. However, looking upon where the hunter once slept he saw nothing as the stairs were now vacant.

"Don't touch her." A soft, calm, and yet threatening male voice alerted Morpheus to the hunters new location. He was crouched on a patch of grass with the Doll in his arms bridal style as he caught her before she hit the ground.

"She should not have tried and stopped me. Now that you're awake I'll ask you the same question." Morpheus spoke with a large amount of arrogance slipping through.

He was beginning to not like these people, they were infringing on his domain and they were being unhelpful. If he didn't get an answer he liked soon, then both would suffer an eternity of nightmare filled sleep.

The Good Hunter sat The Doll on her feet and made sure she was ok as she gave him a gracious smile. As he turned to face the Greek god, Morpheus saw a bit of auburn hair under his hat and the silver eyes that were staring back at him made red flags go off in his head.

The hunter was clearly a late teenager and, once past the soothing and almost alien like presence he had, he felt like a demigod. But there was only one god that had auburn hair and silver eyes, in fact the kid being called Good Hunter made it even more suspicious. You see the one Greek god that would fit those categories would be Artemis, goddess of the moon and hunt.

The problem was, she was supposed to be a virgin goddess, one of three. While one of the Big Three breaking their oath of not having kids was not shocking, this was.

That was an understatement even. This was earth shattering.

Morpheus mind raced as he tried to process what he was seeing as the hunter stood across from him, staring with eyes of a predator. Gone was the soothing feeling and in its place was one telling ever flight or fight reflex Morpheus had to run before this kid-, man, decided to kill him.

"Who was your mother?" Morpheus stuttered out after coming back from his shock. Maybe it was just a coincidence? Maybe this kid knew both parents and they just happen to give him silver eyes and auburn hair.

"Never knew. Dead along with my father would be my guess." Well….shit. Morpheus had two choices here, he could press on about his original reason for visiting or he could leave and bring back someone who needed to answer some pretty big questions. Deciding that the latter was more important he spoke back to the hunter.

"I'm sorry for your loss. Now I think we got off on the wrong foot here. I'll tell you what, I will go grab a friend of mine to come here with me and we will have this conversation in a far more polite manner. Don't worry she probably would attack me if I did anything to you guys because…...well it's a feeling I have. Now do you have a way for me together again because this place was only on my radar very briefly." Morpheus asked as the Good Hunter glared at him. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small yellow piece of paper with a rune etched on it.

"Use this to return." With that the Good Hunter looked back to The Doll and motioned her to go inside the house. Morpheus watched the two walk off as the hunter used the cane to help walk. For a man with an apparent leg issue, he had moved faster than Morpheus could see, making the god suspect the legitimacy of the injury.

Looking at the rune and eyeing it over Morpheus sighed as the approaching conversation was not going to be pleasant. In fact he should probably make sure that Artemis was in her camp before confronting her as to use her hunters as a shield. With that plan in mind Morpheus disappeared in a bright golden flash.

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To say Artemis was nervous would be a massive understatement. Ever since she woke up this morning she had this constant feeling something bad was going to happen. Not bad as in an attack, but bad as in life altering. She had been on edge the entire morning which resulted in unwanted questioning from her hunters, which she waved off as her brother Apollo being annoying.

But now, oh now she could practically feel the warning lights in her head going off. She was in the middle of her camp too! If anything this should be the safest place for her. As Artemis looked around for any danger she saw a flash of gold emit from her tent. Seeing as none of the other hunters saw this, as they were busy eating dinner, she excused herself and hastily walked into the tent.

Out of everyone she was thinking of being here, Morpheus was not among them.

"Hello Artemis." The tall dream god greeted. She immediately eyed him with suspicion as he damn well knew about her rule on males in the camp.

"Morpheus. What are you doing here?" She demanded as she watched the god while on extreme edge.

"Oh you know, I was in the neighborhood and decided to stop by." At the lack of reaction from his attempt to lighten the mood Morpheus just right to the point.

"I know about your son." No sooner as the words left his mouth did Artemis's fist connect with it. The goddess glared at him with untold fury as she made sure no one outside heard him.

"Shut your mouth! What if someone hears you? And how do you know about that? He's off with his father in another dimension." She told the dream god.

"Well that's not true, the boy says his father is dead. And from what I saw, he definitely has some issues." Morpheus said as he rubbed his jaw. Artemis's eyes widened at the news as she then looked towards the ground distraught.

"Marcus is dead? But….how? He was a very capable mortal, more than skilled enough to at least defend our son." Morpheus shrugged and pulled out the paper he had gotten.

"How about you ask him yourself?" Morpheus held out the paper as eventually Artemis's desire to see her son after 17 years and find out what happened to the man she fell in love with won over her need to follow the ancient laws.

Grabbing the paper both gods disappeared in a flash of light leaving a vacant tent behind.

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The Good Hunter sat on the steps outside Gehrmann's workshop waiting for the supposed god to return. If this Morpheus and his tag along tired to harm the one thing he had left to care about again…..he would kill both without hesitation.

Now most would consider claiming to be able to kill a god arrogant beyond belief, but such was not the case for the Good Hunter. He had killed gods before. In fact he killed all of the gods that he had encountered. Powerful beyond all reason they may have been, but the Good Hunter was still skilled enough to kill them, and then use their essence to increase his own capabilities.

Such was the way of The Hunt and the terrors it brings.

And so the Good Hunter sat in silence, something he did on the regular, with the Holy Moonlight Sword in hand, ready to rend the life out the gods should the need occur. His trusty cane at his side ready in case he needed more finesse than the sword was capable of. Evelyn sat underneath his coat, loaded and ready to fire.

"Good Hunter. You are troubled?" The Doll asked. She was the last thing he held dear, all the others were either dead or long since gone from his life. That is why he kept the Hunter's Dream alive after slaying the Moon Presence that created it. He did not want to lose her as well.

"No." He responded. He found himself talking less and less through his night in The Hunt, and as such he found little use for his voice barring the occasional conversation.

"Then why do you grip your sword so? As if you expect nothing but hostilities?" The Doll asked out of naive curiosity.

"Attacked you last time. Won't happen again." The Good Hunter said with finalization as the gods shimmer into existence outside one of the many tombstones. Whereas the gods he dealt with appeared alien and bizarre in nature, these gods only seemed to be entities of light and energy.

The one named Morpheus looked to be the cosmos swirling in mass with particles of sand dripping off of him as he walked. This new one was shinning silver, much like a full moon, and was much shorter in stature with antlers coming off its head.

As the two figures approached the Good Hunter stood and gave a formal bow. Neither returned the favor.

"I've returned. This here is Artemis, goddess of the moon and hunt." The entity named morpheus gestured to the silver mass. He could feel its gaze upon him like a hawks, but without the hostile intent. In fact in felt sad, like it had just seen something that broke it's heart.

"Greetings Artemis. Now Morpheus, why have you come here?" The Good Hunter asked. Morpheus went to speak but was cut off by the moon goddess as she began to rattle off questions.

"How did Marcus die? Who raised you? Why are you here? Just….just what happened?" Artemis got more and more distraught as she stared at her son.

Morpheus may not have noticed everything wrong with the way he looked, but she was far more observant than most. First of all, he reeked of blood. Not just minor blood, but it was as if he was drenched in it 24/7, meaning he has killed, and killed a lot. Secondly, the cane at his side was not an ordinary metal cane. It was silver bladed on the sides and had a serious point to it, it was a weapon made to look like a cane.

Thirdly, the soothing presence that he gave off was not natural to him, it was like he had something elses blood pulsing through his veins. And lastly the blade in his hands was not something her and Morpheus should let hit them. Ever.

"Father died a long time ago, murdered by his own knights. Local assassins raised me. I want to be. A lot." The Good Hunter answered each one of the silver ones questions. Morpheus seems focused on the nature of the Dream while she was solely focused on him. For a reason the hunter couldn't quite deduce.

"Good Hunter, perhaps they might understand better if you show them? After all, what words would be able to describe the events of your trancention?" The Doll suggested. The Good Hunter stared at The Doll and nodded.

"I will show my experience in The Hunt and then maybe you will have the answer you seek." The Good Hunter's hand glowed bright silver as both Morpheus and Artemis bore witness to his memories of The Hunt.

What they saw would haunt them for the rest of their immortal existence.

They saw a sickly boy, whom they assumed to be the hunter, get a blood transfusion in a city called Yharnam.

They saw occult like horrors and vicious beasts consume the city as the hunter slept.

They saw The Good Hunter awake and be killed by a massive werewolf, only to be sent to this dream than Tartarus.

They saw the hunter obtain his gear and cane as he then killed his way through the city, butchering hundreds and fight colossal monster straight from the deeps of Tartarus. Using their blood to empower himself and his trick weapons.

They saw his relationship with The Doll expand into something akin to love as The Good Hunter helped her feel emotions and eventual slayed her former self inside a nightmare. Granting her peace.

They saw the hunter kill celestial entities that H.P. Lovecraft would be hard pressed to think of as he descended into madness, yet received a great insight on his world on the gods who controlled it.

Finally they saw The Good Hunter, who in the course of one long eternal night killed all of these Great Old Ones and eventually did battle with his mentor Gehrmann the First Hunter and the Old One that controlled the dream.

Snapping out of the flashes the two gods stared at the man that had laid waste to the equivalent of several armies of monsters. The blade in his hand and the cane to his side suddenly seemed far more threatening to the two. The fact he killed several reality warping gods didn't help other.

"Morpheus, leave me alone with my son." Artemis told the dream god. He didn't need to be told twice as he flashed out of the dream. Artemis eyed her son wondering where to begin.

She never knew him growing up, in fact from what she saw she couldn't even try and pull a motherly connection card. He seemed too far gone for it. So with a heavy heart she walked over to his spot on the stairs and sat down next him.

They sat in awkward silence as The Doll watched on with a happy expression, totally unaware of the internal struggle of the goddess. She couldn't'-...she wouldn't leave her son to wallow in this hell hole with an inanimate object the sole thing keeping him company.

"I'm so sorry." Was what she managed to start off with.

"Why?" The Good Hunter asked in a low voice.

"I…...I know this won't mean much to you at this point, hell I don't even deserve to call myself this. But…..you're my son. There are ancient laws among the gods preventing us from raising our children, so when I had you, I was forced to leave." Artemis spoke with tears welling in her eyes. This was her only blood child, and she left him. She just watched the effects of that decision play out in front of her eyes, and they were horrific.

"...Small matter." Was The Good Hunters response.

"Small matter? You do realize that what happened to was-"

"Not your fault. I was inflicted with a disease that brought me here."

"But still….." Artemis began and then stopped.

"What do you look like?" The question from her son threw her off. He wasn't blind as far as she could tell, in fact from the memories he had even better senses than most.

"What?"

"The Doll told me what Morpheus looked like, a tall faceless man. I can not see whatever form you take due to what I know. No amount of hiding behind illusions and forms will prevent that." The Good Hunter informed her.

"Umm...I take the appearance of the average age of my Hunters. I usually keep my hair auburn and my eyes silver, like yours." She told him.

"Hunters…...your followers, or worshipers?"

"They are maidens who swear oaths to me. In exchange for immortality they must remain virgins and swear off men. They are like my adoptive daughters." Artemis informed her son. Speaking of the Hunters she realized that they would find her son's existence to be…...confusing. She was their matron, a virgin like them, how could she have a son?

"So my sisters then?" The Good Hunter inquired.

"Yes...but I don't know how they would react to you. You…,well you shouldn't exist technically. I had taken an oath to remain a virgin goddess." The Good Hunter looked over towards her, his eyes exact copies of hers, and stood without breaking eye contact.

"Small matter." He said as he went inside the workshop and returned with a wooden crate in hand. Placing them on the ground Artemis looked in and saw many tiny silver bells with ornate engravings on them.

"Give these to them." He spoke as he sat back down.

"What are they?" She inquired. Honestly her sons quiet nature was kind of a creepy, even to her. Too much dealing with Apollo and her other male family made have this schema on what a male this age was like. Her son decided that he was not that.

"A call for help. For when they needed and you are not there. I may have never met them and they may not like me, but it is a brother's job to protect his siblings is it not?" Artemis stared at the box of bells and grabbed them as she stood.

"Come with me. This place is not good for you." She tried to reason with him.

"...This place is me." With that her son stood and walked once more into the shop, only this time he did not reemerge.

"Do not worry over The Good Hunter, he may seem strange to you but that is simply his nature. He will come if the bells are rung, and with his arrival, yours and your Hunters enemies will fall." The Doll told Artemis as it began to walk through the graveyard surrounding the house.

Giving the workshop one last look, Artemis vanished in a flash of golden light.

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4 months later

Zoe Nightshade was in great pain.

The Lieutenant of Artemis was slowly dying from the poison of Laddon and her father, the titan Atlas beating of her and her fellow companions was not helping.

Her mistress had been captured and so she, along with another hunter and some demigods from Camp Halfblood were given a quest to go and rescue her. They were dangerously close to failing.

She was mortally wounded, her fellow hunter Bianca had died, the black haired daughter of Zeus Thalia Grace was busy with the traitor son of Hermes Luke Castellan, and Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon was receiving just as bad of a beating as she was.

Artemis lay trapped under the weight of The Sky as all hope seemed lost until she remembered something in her possession. Something she had only used once before and refused to use it since.

Reaching into her back pocket Zoe pulled a small silver bell out and gave it a ring. He father's javelin was flying towards her, intent on ending her life.

It would never reach her.

The thrown projectile was batted aside by a metal cane as a figure she both loathed and felt jealous over stood in front of her.

Her ladies SON. Someone who should never existed but did.

She may have loathed him any other time, but now? Now she was just grateful that his only gift to the Hunters was one that was actually useful.

"Who are you?" Her father spat in confusion. Her ladies son looked passed him and saw his mother imprisoned under the weight of the world. Literally.

He spoke no words to him. He never spoke at all from her brief experiences. Never had the need apparently.

He shot towards the titan with more speed than either she or her father expected as he embedded the can into Atlas's shoulder. The Good Hunter, a name her ladies son was referred to, dashed out of Atlas's striking range before he could retaliate and slammed the cane into the ground.

The metallic edge twisted and revealed the weapon to be a whip as well as he slashed the titan across the chest again.

The battle persisted with that pattern for a time, all the while Percy crawled over to Artemis and took the Sky from her.

Atlas was not able to hold off both her lady and her son as the two silver eyed people tore into her father with blades.

Her vision was starting to give way as the poison was coursing through her veins. She blacked out after she reached her threshold and waited for the poison to claim her.

Again, it never did.

The chiming of a bell woke her as she felt the poison be removed from her body by some magical means unknown to her. Looking up she saw The Good Hunter standing with a bell in his hand as Atlas was once more trapped under the sky. Artemis sat besides her and embraced her when she saw she was fine.

The Good Hunter gave her a tip of the hat and walked out of the cave, disappearing in a cloud of mist. She gazed to where he had been and found herself ever thankful of his existence as it allowed hers to continue.

"Who was that?" She heard Percy ask as he limped over to the two, an injured daughter of Athena named Annabeth in hand.

"That was Galahad Jager the Good Hunter, Son of Artemis, Slayer of Beasts, Master of Trick Weapons and Protector of Hunters."