I do not own anything, all rights belongs to Rick Riordan!

I was working on a couple of OCs with a friend of mine "BlackandBlueMascara" and well, I got to thinking 'well I wonder what my character will look like under my hand' and well here is the result! A new story!

This is the first story that I have done that IS NOT part of my "Unexpected" series, though I think I will be similar.

This is going to slightly AU so if things are not quite lining up it is because it is slightly different.

BlackandBlueMascara's story is called; "Abusive House, Burned Ties"

Please vote on my profile on who should adopt my OC?

So yeah, enough rambling on with the story!

The story begins...

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(OC's Point of View)

I am a monstrosity.

I should have never been born.

I am a monster!

What am I?

A child of a cursed one.

Before I go one let me tell you a few things let me explain a few things to you; the Greek gods are real, the Titians are real as are the Primordials. All of the Greek and all of Roman mythology is real, that includes all the monsters such as Medusa, the Minotaur (the half man half bull) and the Manticore.

I am the only demi son of Arachne.

Yes Arachne the girl who was cursed by Athena because she lost a weaving contest and was too proud to admit it so she cursed my mother. Arachne caught a son of Athena and decided she was going to torture him but instead of killing him slowly like she did in the past well, she got me. She ate him shortly after she used him.

I was blessed by Khione and Oceanus because I was going be used as a weapon against the gods.

But they forgot one thing; my fatal flaws. One of which is grudges.

I would never side with the titans or monsters as long as I live at least those two. I do not care if it kills me!

I was beaten and abused.

I was starved and tortured.

But I remained unbroken and wild.

I was untamable like the ocean and the sea.

After about five years or was it seven years? When you live underground it is hard to tell time, all I know is that after some time I escaped with nothing more than the clothes on my back, my weapons and a strong desire for revenge.

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I forget my name didn't I?

No I did not she never bothered to name me no one did, but that is ok. I named myself after two people, one real and one fake. Peter Perseus. Perseus because he had the greatest of luck and because he had a long, happy life, but also because of what the name means. The name Perseus means; "Destroyer" or "To Destroy". And I chose Peter for two reasons one reason was because the name means; "Stone" or "Set in stone" and the other because I liked it. I was set in stone to destroy, that was how I decipher my name.

I lived on the streets for while, but that does not mean I was without education. I could speak, read and write in; Greek, Latin, English and in French courtesy of Khione.

Because I was a legacy of Athena I was a brainiac, and a genius I exceled in science so academics was not an issue for me.

I do not have ADHD or dyslexia because I am not a demigod. Monster do not attack me because I smell like one of them and their allies, but nothing could be further from the truth. I was nothing like them or my mother!

After living on the streets for a few years, I remember looking into a small fire feeling depressed wishing for family (beside spiders!) out of the flames stepped a little girl about eight or nine years old! I was shocked, but I knew who she was, she was Hestia goddess of hope, home, hearth, and family. The first born of Kronos and Rhea, the most powerful of the Olympians!

I had a bloody knife in my hand that I was using to cut myself immediately dropped because I was shocked. I looked at her in the eyes, hoping she would put an end to my miserable existence, but instead she wrapped me in a warm embrace. At first I flinched not use to have contact and the contact I usually had was very painful or cruel to me. But I quickly melted into her warm gentle embrace.

She held me and rocked me back and forth as she whispered soothing things in my ears. I did not cry, not at first. But she slowly thawed my heart of ice until I was crying a river.

Hestia saved me then from becoming what I never wanted to be, she saved me from being a monster.

She adopted me and I became her champion and I became her son.

She healed me and my wounds healed and even some of the scars faded.

However she brought me to one of her brothers, she wanted one of them to also adopt me, I was not sure who she meant by I knew my life would never be the same again.

She placed a hand on my should and flames surrounded us, at first I flinched because fire has always hurt a lot in the past, but this time I felt warmth and hope.

The next thing I knew I saw a large man who looked down at me he said I am "_._._._"

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Well here is the first chapter of this story I hope this going to be good.

The first chapter is always hardest for me, but well here it is.

How was this chapter?

Who do you think Percy meets?

Hades?
Poseidon?
Zeus?

Please leave a review and or PM me your response!

Death Fury signing off for the first time in this story!

PS:

What and how many powers should Peter have?

Please vote on my profile on who should adopt Peter.