A/N - I can't seem to stay focused and motivated on only one story at a time, so I guess I'll just have to keep two or three running at once. This isn't taking the place of Son of the King of the Gods, it's just another story for me to work on.

Please review and tell me what you think!! As far as I know there's not many stories like this out there.

(Remember that as far as myths go, nothing after Athens cursing Medusa is true, so no Perseus beheading her or anything of the sort)

I glanced up at the moon through the thick canopy of leaves above me, quick shallow breaths escaping my mouth as I tried desperately to stay quiet.

Everything was silent in the somewhat eerie forest, almost as if nature itself was holding its breath.The only sound I could hear was that of my blood pumping fursioisly through my veins.

Then, like a gunshot shattering the silent night, a snap of a twig echoed throughout the clearing I was in.

Pure instinct had me moving before the sound even registered in my mind. Following my sudden movement like a trigger, the woods suddenly burst with life.

Numerous creatures sprang from the darkness and pursued me with vigor, and despite my extraordinary speed and strength, I knew it was only a matter of time before they caught up to me.

There was a strong pull in my gut, leading me towards the ocean, but also towards... something else, and under normal circumstances I would have questioned it, but right now I didn't have a lot of choice.

My feelings of suspicion for the odd tug were confirmed when a strange scent filled the air, and it seemed the monsters chasing me recognized it, as they slowed down and trailed behind me.

I spun around and faced them, easily picking out the shapes of the hideous beasts through the leaves and branches of the forest.

They were completely still, growling and cursing but not daring to come any closer.

That's when I heard it, the sound of footsteps coming up the hill behind me.

I turned to run to them, but an invisible barrier pushed against me and kept me standing still.

"Someone get Chiron! There's a demigod out here!" I squinted my eyes in the direction of the voice, several meters down the hill, and saw a group of kids around the same age as my 12 year old self making their way quickly up the hill.

Confusion filled me at their words. Chiron? Demigod? As far as I knew none of the monsters behind me were children of the gods, and from what I had read Chiron was a legendary trainer of heroes, not someone who watched over children.

"Hey! Come here!" The voices of the kids walking up the hill became frantic as they saw all the monsters lurking in the shadows behind me.

I hadn't paid attention to it before, but one detail suddenly caused everything to click... their smell. I could smell the power in them, and while it wasn't strong, it was more than enough for me to realize what was happening... where I was.

Panic filled me as I glanced back at the monsters, where I would likely die, and then back at the demigods racing towards me, another choice which would surely lead to death.

Before I could decide what to pick, something within me seemed to pull me through the barrier. It was as if two aspects were struggling within me, and appearently the part keeping me from passing through the barrier lost.

I stumbled past the odd barrier and towards the demigods coming up the hill, towards my demise.

The children rushed forward to catch me, even though it was completely unnecessary. They probably assumed I was tired from being chased by the monsters, but all it really did was... invigorate me.

"Come with us," the one who caught me was obviously the 'leader' of the small group. He was much older than the others and myself, with sandy blonde hair and sky blue eyes. His perfect tan skin was marred only by the jagged scar which ran from over his eye down to his chin.

"My name's Luke Castellan, son of Hermes." He obviously noticed my surprise and chuckled in amusement, "Don't worry, we'll explain everything when we're in the Big House." I didn't fail to notice the way he paused slightly at the sight of my bright golden eyes, while no one else seemed to find them too odd.

Nothing about me was that out of place, at least not when my heritage was considered. I had tussled and messy black hair which hung down into my, admittedly strange, glowing gold eyes. My skin was a bronze tint from all my days in the sun, and although I wasn't overly muscular, I had a fairly large amount of speed and strength stored within me. The oddest part about my appearance was my sharp fanged canines, but I had learned long ago how to retract them to a normal size.

As we slowly made our way down the hill, I took the time to inspect the camp below us in the valley, something no normal mortal would be able to accomplish in the dead of night.

We were making our way towards a large blue house, which was a nice and welcoming thing to see first. Behind it was the rest of the camp, from a strawberry field, to a pavilion with a couple tables that had different symbols carved into the center. There was also a towering wall with what appeared to be lava flowing steadily down it.

All of this was placed carefully around a large ring of cabins, each one unique from all the others. In the center of the ring was a large bonfire, which I thought was slightly odd to be lit in the middle of the night, especially with no one tending to it, but I decided to drop it for the time being.

"So, kid," I stopped my silent observation of the camp and watched Luke as we climbed the porch of the Big House, as they called it, "what's your name."

Panic filled me as I realized I needed to come up with a last name, but I tried to remain calm on the outside as I scrambled my brain for an easy last name.

"Perseus... but you can call me Percy... Percy Jackson." It was the first thing that came to mind, but it seemed like Luke and the rest of them bought it.

"Well young Percy, I believe we have much to discuss... alone, preferably." All the kids scrambled out at the firm voice, which came from the room in front of me.

Inside was a man that had wispy brown hair, and a matching beard with speckles of gray amongst the sea of brown. His eyes held years of wisdom far beyond the age he appeared to be, but that wasn't what really caught my eye. What really captured my attention was the wheelchair he was resting in.

"Chiron, I presume." His eyes sparkled with interest as he slowly stood from his chair, rising higher and higher out of his seat until he was towering several feet above me.

"It seems you know who I am, but all I know about you is your name." He motioned over to a couch in the main room, which I sat on while he sank back down into his wheelchair and came over in front of me.

Several thoughts raced through my head, but one question kept popping up... would he accept me?

While he himself was, for all intensive purposes, a monster, that didn't mean he would just accept who I was.

I struggled for several minutes, all of which he spent quietly observing, until I finally came to a conclusion.

"My mother is Medusa," I noticed the shock immediately appear on his stoic face, but I pressed on before he could do anything.

"Something odd happened when Athens cursed her, and she's been in a sort of dormint pregenancy on her island for the past few centuries, but somewhat recently the Fates visited and told her it was time for her to give birth... to me." While his surprise had passed, it was clear he was hanging onto every one of my words with interest.

"She didn't tell me much more than that before she... before she passed," I swallowed the lump forming in my throat and forced myself to continue, "I read that Poseidon forced himself upon her according to the myths, but she made it a point for me to know that he loved her, and visited her often on the island."

I was staring at the ground with tears welling up in my eyes, but I could practically feel Chiron's eyes watching me... judging me.

"Tell me, Perseus, what you believe yourself to be." I looked up into his eyes and saw nothing but compassion and care, something I had only ever seen before in the eyes of my mother.

"Exactly what I am, Chiron, a monster. I have no illusions about that, but don't mistake my title as how I view myself. I know that I am just as much Poseidon's son as Medusa's, so I don't know exactly what I am, but that hardly matters. What matters is that I'm here, and I tend to make the most of my life." Chiron smiled brightly before wheeling himself back into his office, motioning for me to follow.

The inside was nothing fancy, just a typical office like the ones in the mortal world.

He dug around in a compartment hidden beneath the bottom of the desk for a while before giving a exclamation of triumph.

When he came up, he was holding an odd black leather bracelet in his hands, with glowing green letters spelling out 'Anaklusmos' stitched into it.

"Riptide." Although I spoke nothing louder than a whisper, Chiron obviously noticed it.

"Yes, a gift from your father. He gave it to me long ago, and while there have been several candidates for it, his words always came back to me. 'He'll be special, and I trust there will be no doubt when you see him that he's the one.' That's you, my boy. I've never felt the pull of Fate so strong as I do right now around you. Except it's almost as if it's trying to reach you..." he trailed off towards the end and seemed to study me before shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts.

"Chiron I have a question," he motioned for me to continue, so I did, "will they accept me here? Won't they fear me for my powers? I'm not going to hold back and restrain myself simply for the comfort of your campers." He nodded in understanding, but I feared he didn't really understand what I was saying.

"My powers might... they might frighten the campers." I clenched my fists together and watched in familiar fascination as they slowly turned to stone, when they did, the odd bracelet began to glow and infuse itself within my skin, slowly causing both of my stone fists to morph into razor sharp bronze blades.

"I don't understand why I can do this, and the bronze part is new, but it appears it's the only power from my mother I've inherited, that and certain traits of a monster such as enhanced senses, strength, speed, stamina, and reflexes. I've also noticed some powers from Poseidon, but they aren't developing as quickly as the ones from my mother did. It took several years after my mother's passing before I was even strong enough in my powers to make it off the island."

I watched Chiron nervously as he stared at my odd stone hands. It was several moments before he spoke, but what he said surprised me.

"I can't guarantee they'll accept you without question, but I can guarantee that no matter what I will stand by your side and support you."

I knew my future would be hard, and I knew that getting accepted into camp was just the beginning, but it felt good to know I had someone like Chiron by my side, even if neither of us truly knew how hard our lives were about to get.

A/N - Let me know what you think!! I know it's outlandish and even contradicts some myths, but this is Fanfiction, a place where anything can happen.

I'd say that I'll probably alternate between updating this and updated Son of the King of the Gods, so expect a chapter for that up within the next week hopefully.

Please review, I want to know what y'all thought of the story and also tell me if there's stuff I need to explain better!!