Chapter 1

A/N: This is the first idea that I had for the drabbles story. In each new chapter story, I will give the intro, pairing idea, and then what I have thought up so far. Heads up, not every story will evolve around the Percy Jackson books. But there will be several of them in this collection. Remember, if you have an idea for how I should continue on, then either drop a review, or pm me.

Purotekutā

Percy Jackson Story

Summary: In Japan, the gods are still around, even if they aren't my own. But I was adopted into their ways, at an early age and trained as an elite samurai warrior. For twelve years I was known simply as 'Purotekutā' (Protector). My adventures have taken me across the world, but all it takes is one prayer to be brought back to where I was born.

Pairing: Unknown

Hebe POV

I didn't intend for this to happen. I certainly didn't intend to wind up pregnant with the lovely man that drew me in. The mortal I fell in love with was a child daycare owner. He always wanted children of his own, but his former wife had passed away during childbirth leaving him alone; without another chance at having one of his own. So when I had run into him, I firmly believed that I was going to do my best to ease his worries and fears.

Almost two months later, I ended up pregnant with his child. At first, I was worried that my husband would find out, but knew that this child would be worth it. All through the time when I was pregnant, the child only kicked once, and never gave me a hard time. It was almost as if the baby was trying to make this as easy as possible for me.

When the baby was born, it was a beautiful baby boy.

One thing that instantly let me know that he was a demigod was that his eyes were open, only a few minutes after being born. That usually doesn't happen with normal mortal babies. Not that my lover didn't know that he was going to have a demigod child. I confided in him, when I found out that I was pregnant, that his child wouldn't be normal.

But just as the other immortals had to, I had to leave as well. The Ancient Laws were strict, and they commanded that the godly parent cannot raise his or her own child. I could visit, but I could not interfere directly with the upbringing of my child. My son's father knew that I could not be around that much, so he decided to make a decision without telling me beforehand.

He decided to take up an offer that his family gave him. One that gave him an option to go back home…to Japan. A place where I could not follow, even if I wanted to. The gods over there are still alive, and would not take kindly to another pantheon immortal showing up in their territory. Now, I didn't know if I ever would see my son, Perseus, again.

I could only hope that my son wasn't killed just for being a demigod from another pantheon. I prayed every night since that day when his father took him there, that he was alright. I knew that he would be strong, but I didn't know what he would go through. And that terrified me to no end.

One thing I didn't anticipate was seeing him for the first time in fifteen years on the day of his eighteenth birthday. I didn't even know who was under that mask, but I knew that that person was from the place where my son has been for the past decade and a half. I never thought that less than an hour after meeting him, I would find out who that warrior was.

3rd POV

Thousands of miles away, across forests, mountains, deserts, and oceans was a large landmass known as Japan. In it was a secluded monastery that was known to only a few in the island. The monastery had no mortal leader in charge of the building. It was the training place and home to one living soul.

Walking through the halls of his palace was a young man. His name was Purotekutā. But that was not his true name. The name the people of his land referred to him as had been a gift from the gods themselves. They had given him his new name in commemoration of the new life the young man started in his land almost eight years ago. When people saw him they could instantly see he was not from Japan. No, he was Greek.

He had arrived as a small, gangly and shy boy but he had grown into quite the young man. The boy had hit a growth spurt around his fourteenth birthday and had gotten taller. Standing at 6'4, he towered over almost everyone he came across and was an imposing presence.

With the guidance of the gods, the boy had been allowed to train in the combat arts of the ancient warriors, known as the samurai. Years of strict and rigid training had filled the thin boy out into a toned and lean physique. His once chubby, boyish face was now the defined jawline of a man. His jet-black hair had grown over the years and he now wore them in several small braids. He had also changed in more ways than just physical. The young man was now confident, strong, outgoing, and fearless. His forest green eyes shined with internal strength. He walked tall and with pride at all he had accomplished in his time in Japan.

Purotekutā had grown into a fine samurai. Dressed in black and red armor and carrying his swords at his hip, Purotekutā was well on his way to fulfilling his father's desire. His father was killed by a home invader only two years after residing in Japan. On that night was when he first met some of the gods of the land.

Flashback

13 years ago

(Purotekutā POV)

For two days, I had been living on the streets. My father had been killed by someone who broke in to our home, looking for money or something. I had barely managed to get out before the robber saw my face. On my way out, I had only grabbed what I could carry in a small backpack. I grabbed the money from my room, some clothes to change into, and a plush toy that my mother had given to me before we left.

My father always used to tell me that I would see my mother again. But it wouldn't happen unless I went back to America. Because for some reason, she couldn't leave that place. I think that her family wouldn't have let her come with us. Another thing that my dad used to tell me was that the myths of gods were true, they were still around. Of all religions, primarily meaning the Greeks, Romans, Egyptians, and many others that I didn't know of yet.

I didn't really know what he was talking about until earlier today. I saw a floating woman up in the air, hovering over the roof of my house. But when I shouted for help, the image disappeared, leaving me to shout at an empty sky. I knew that it had to be a god, or spirit.

We lived in a valley next to the mountains in northern Japan. There was an old monastery up in the mountains. One that I knew I could go to, because there were monks living up there. Maybe they could help me. But by the time I got to the base of the mountains I was so tired that I could feel myself falling asleep. And as I collapsed forward, I could hear whispers around me.

"Kare wa watashitachi no sekai karade wa arimasen." A deep voice sounded off to my right, bringing me out of my sleeping state. But I didn't open my eyes yet. I wanted to hear what else they were saying. I was fluent in Japanese, and could understand what they were saying. (But he is not from our world.)

A lighter, woman's voice seemed to argue as she spoke. "Sore wa mondaide wanai. Kare wa shidō o hitsuyō to suru ka, kare wa mō iki raremasen." She argued, her voice coming from my left. (That doesn't matter. He needs guidance or he will not live any longer.)

"Kare wa watashitachi no kigende wanai kamo shiremasen. Shikashi, moshi watashitachi ga tasuke o kashite kurenainara, nanika o yaru koto ga dekitara mōhitori no mujakina shōnen ga shinudeshou." Another voice from my left sounded off. (He might not be from our origin. But if we do not lend help, another innocent boy will die when we could've done something.)

"Fain." The first voice sounded off again.

This time I opened my eyes as I looked around the empty room. I got to my feet, swinging my backpack onto my shoulders as I clenched my fists in anticipation. "Dare ga soko ni iru no? Watashi wa anata no hanashi o kiitanode, darekaga soko ni iru koto o shitte iru." I yelled out. (Who's there? I heard you speaking, so I know that someone is there.)

Suddenly three people appeared in front of me, all standing next to each other as they took in my figure. Then, the one on the right stepped forward. I could tell that this was a woman, because of her attire, that contrasted to the men standing to her left. Her face seemed to be torn between suspicion and worry.

Then she decided to speak in English. "Do you know who we are?"

"N-not specifically. I know that you are gods. But I don't know who is who as I've never met a god before. I don't mean any harm. I-" But I was cut off by a look from one of the others.

"Maybe you don't remember, but you have met a god before. More specifically, a goddess. But one from a different origin, and part of the world. I can see her power coursing through your veins, her traits outlining your facial features. I know you don't want to harm anyone." The god on the far left said as he stepped forward.

This time the god in the middle stepped forward. "Your father was a good man. He came from a long line of samurai warriors that led his ancestors into great victories. But since this land has moved away from their ancestors, we need someone to uphold our ways. We need someone like you to protect our homeland from outside dangers."

"And how would I do that?" I asked, still shocked by the fact that I was talking to actual gods.

"We will train you as a warrior from these lands. It won't be easy, but it will be worth the effort, young one. I know of your mother's wish for you, even if she isn't located in these lands. Her power runs through your body, urging you to do as she does every day…to protect the innocent."

I nodded my head, and kneeled before the three of them. "I swear upon my life that as long as I live, I will follow your commands until you see fit to release me from my duties. I swear this upon the stars and sun that give our land life." I swore firmly.

"Then rise, young one. We have much training to get through."

Flashback End

It was after his first command to save a young boy from an out-of-control fire, near Nagasaki, that he was talked about on the streets. There was talk of a young child, that couldn't have been older than ten, who saved an older boy, from a huge fire. The building ended up 'collapsing' on him, but there were rumors that he survived.

And within two years of saving those who couldn't save themselves, he was rumored to be a young boy who was made a god by their ancestors. But they couldn't tell if this savior was a male or female. No one could even see his face. All they could see was a pair of forest green eyes that seemed to captivate the children. Thus he was named as the 'Protector of the Youth' by those he saved. Or to the adults, he was simply known as Purotekutā.

A/N 2: This is my first drabble prompt...yay!