I panted hard as I ran straight into an abandoned alleyway, ducking behind a dumpster to seek refuge; clamping a hand over my mouth to quiet down my pants when I heard the sound of boosts getting closer to where I was hiding. It's been the same routine for a few days now - me running and attempting to hide from the many groups of people running about trying to kill me. But somehow, by the grace of the Gods above, I have managed to slip out of the grasps of my captors and make a run for it. I didn't know where I was going, but at the same time, but I didn't care - I just know I need to book it from here.

Right, sorry - you must be so confused to what's going on. Let me introduce myself to you all once more.

My name is Perseus Jackson, preferably Percy Jackson, former son of Poseidon. Savior of Olympus on more than one occasion. I used to be the head of the Poseidon cabin.

Now though? I am known as Percy Jackson, a person the Gods all want dead.

Let me back track a little to give you guys more context, really.

...One Week Ago...

I sighed softly to myself as my eyes scanned over the valley, perching myself on the branch of a tree surrounding the borders of Camp Half-Blood. It was my turn to be on guard, hence why I was gripping Riptide in my right hand, all of my instincts on high alert to keep an eye on any incoming monsters. It was nearing the end of my shift when I heard the distant sound of someone running and calling for help, causing me to spring up onto my feet immediately.

"Help!" A voice called out desperately and without hesitation I jumped off the tree and ran towards the general direction of the voice, just in time to see what looks to be a boy my age falling onto his side; the shadow of a beast looming over him. Cursing in Greek, I ran straight first towards the monster, letting out a battle cry as I sliced the monster through the middle. Riptide glided through the monster like butter, showering both the male and I in a cloud of gold. Panting softy, I looked back at the kid, helping him up with ease and giving him a soft grin. "You were quite brave back there, buddy." I told him as I started to walk him back towards the border, where a few campers had came running over when they heard the commotion. "The name's Percy, by the way, son of Poseidon."

"J-Jake Tinsdale." The male mumbles softly, to which I smile softly and nodded at him, gesturing for him to look over at the camp past the border; which he did with wide and shocked eyes as he took in the gleaming buildings that make up our camp. "Well, Jake, welcome to Camp Half-Blood, your new home."

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For that day on, Jake and I have become quite good friends actually. Since we got along quiet well, Chiron assigned me to be his guide, to which I did quite happily. Since I've always enjoyed meeting new campers, it was fun showing him around, bringing him to many classes and just watch the once shy boy blossom to become a more happy-go-lucky and cheerful. Sure, he was a little bitter at the idea of his godly parent seeming to have no interest in claiming him just yet; but I tried to reassure him that things like this happen more than he'd expect.

Since he was around me so often, Annabeth and Jake were also good friends. Not the best, since there seems to be an awkward atmosphere between the two. I don't really know why - I had asked Annabeth, but instead of getting a straight answer from her, all she did was give me an awkward smile and quickly change the subject. After awhile I had decided to just drop it, since knowing her, she'd tell me whatever it is on her mind that is causing her to be.

However, I was definitely not expecting something bad coming my way.

The longer the camp was free from monster, the more I started to relax - which gives me time to really think about my future. Annabeth had always talked about moving to the Roman camp one day, to live in the cities and going to university (even though I am still trying to convince her to not go to no avail), and living a semi normal life. To get a chance to grow old together, and hopefully even get a chance to have kids of our own. At first the entire idea of even living to my 30s has me kinda shook - demigods barely live to their 20s, even more so when they are the kids of the Big Three. However, with the lack of danger around me and feeling like the world around me as finally decided to give me a break, I actually started to think about it.

I was definitely sure she was the one for me, that there was no one else out there that I can love as much as I love her. So, I decided to bite the bullet and ask her hand in marriage. With that in mind, I left camp early one morning and made my way to Mount Olympus, where I had asked Athena for her hand in marriage. At first she thought I was joking and actually laughed; but when she realised that I was serious, she almost blasted me into ashes on the spot. However, after proving to her that I was more than capable of protecting her daughter, by answering an entire trivia questionnaire about Annabeth - which was, by the way, the easiest paper I've ever sat for, I had manage to convince the woman that I was fit to marry her daughter.

Athena finally gave me her blessing; not without threatening me once more as I pledge my love for her daughter sincerely or be turned into a bookshelf. I promised that it wouldn't happen. Hephaestus fashioned me a ring that had a trident and an owl engrained into it; our parent's scared symbols. I knew she would love it, so after thanking the two gods respectively, I made my way back to camp; feeling like nothing can possibly go wrong. Once I've returned to camp, I asked around for my girlfriend, to which a few people told me that they last saw her heading towards the beach, probably in search for me.

So I thanked everyone and made my way towards the beach, a place where we tend to spend most of our time that. I was tossing the ring in the air and catching it, a soft smile playing on my lips as I imagined the expression on Annabeth's face when I gift this to her. I had looked away from the gleaming ring in my palm to face the beach, only to wish that I someone who take Riptide from my pocket and run myself through it.

(a Per-bab. Heh. Sorry-)

There, laid on the sand with their arms around each other, was Jake and Annabeth, making out like their lives depended on. With the way things were going, I am not surprised if they were just trying to just strip each other down and start doing it on the beach. The sight of them just basically dry humping caused the world around me to just snap back into reality, along with my heart that seemed to be in physical pain from the heartbreak.

The smile that Annabeth had on her face, the loving and bright smile that she'd give me whenever we cuddle together in bed, the same look that she'd have whenever she watches me do something stupid with Leo and Jason. The look that can send men to their knees and have me do her every bidding. The same smile that has be falling for her ever single day, now plastered on her face and given to a smirking Jack.

I stood there for Gods know how long before letting out a dark chuckle, causing them to pull away immediately with wide eyes. Meeting their shocked eyes head on, I blinked back the tears as I waved at them lazily. "Oh no, don't stop. You two were just getting down to the fun part." I spat out spitefully, looking into Annabeth's grey eyes that were swimming with emotion - I didn't even have the heart to look into them for long to see what she was trying to say to me before I looked away. Spinning the small metal band between my fingers, I let out a humourless chuckle before I flicked it towards the frozen girl, who seemed to have returned to reality when the weight of the situation finally caught up to her.

"Keep it, I don't need the memories anyway." I said with a casual shrug, feeling the tears I was trying to escape slide down my cheeks whilst I shoved my shaking hands into the pockets of my jeans. "Don't want to remember that I got cheated on ever time I look at that ring." Was the last thing I managed out, my voice wavering at the end of my sentence as I turned and immediately made a dash for my cabin. Once I've slammed and lock the door behind me, I finally let myself crumble down onto the ground, the sobs I was holding back spilling into the empty cabin as I just let it all out.

'What did i ever do to deserve this?'

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The next time I emerge from my cabin from my pity party was when I was summoned to Olympus; so I had just slipped on whatever clean clothes I can find and made my way to the Empire State Building. I chose to go before the rest of the campers were awake, so I can avoid the morning crowd, and so I can avoid her. It just made things easier for me in a way. So I got a cab to downtown New York and made my way into the lobby, checking in with the receptionist to get my keycard. Entering the elevator, I inserted the card and press the button that appeared, listening to the soft elevator music.

Say, I wondered if the blue cookies I summoned once for Nemo managed to get to him - how is that clown fish doing? I should make some time to go and visit him and his family.

The soft ding from the elevator reaching the floor made me look up before I walked out of the slightly claustrophobic elevator and onto the grand entranceway to Mount Olympus. Even though Annabeth and I were at a very rough patch right now, I was still left in awe at all her amazing changes to the place. It was like walking into a fictional novel, with the buildings all gleaming brightly under the bright sunlight, the once destroyed buildings being returned to their former glory. I knew the Olympians made the right choice hiring her.

I entered the throne room, to find my own father and most of the gods and goddesses seated in the tense thrown room, causing me to go on high alert. Slowly I knelt before them in respect, keeping my head bowed even as I felt a cold sweat starting to build from the seemingly lethal atmosphere in the room. Even the hearth seemed to be glowing dimmer than usual, a sad Lady Hestia tending to its dying flames. "Perseus Achilles Jackson." Zeus called out to me, making me slowly look up from the ground to look into his cold blue eyes; feeling even more weirded out when I saw a hint of regret and sympathy in them. "You are summoned today as the prime suspect for the crime of murdering your human parent, Sally Maria Jackson, and stepfather, Paul Mason Blofis."

At his words, I suddenly felt the world around me disappear, a feeling of coldness washing over me as I stumbled down onto both of my knees. "W-What?" I asked in a small voice, the very image of ma laughing mother running her fingers through my wild hair, holding a plate of warm blue cookies in the other whilst Paul gave me a warm smile as he told me about everything that had happened whilst I was away at camp. There was no way they were dead...they are alive and happy, and they are about to celebrate their one year anniversary soon. "N-No...you're lying."

My reaction had the Gods and Goddesses stirring in their thrones, a few of them leaning over to whisper to one another about my reaction as I felt tears sliding down my face. "M-Mom isn't dead, Paul isn't dead...they are alive. They are alive and happy, and are about to go to Hawaii for their first wedding anniversary." I explained with wide eyes, looking up at Zeus who hesitantly glanced over at my father. "Stop fooling around, boy! We know you did it!" My 'dad', the almighty Poseidon yelled at me with pure rage, his voice alone causing the entire building the building. "No mortal could have given such fatal wounds! And we have intel from sources stating that you had left around the time of their deaths!"

"But I didn't do it! I swear on River Stynx that I didn't!" I yelled back in anger, standing up on my own two feet to meet my glaring father head on. "Why would I murder my own mother?! The only parent who has ever love and treated me as her own!" I yelled back, not even caring at how disrespectful my words were - it was the truth. My mother is my everything, and without her love and guidance there is no way I would be half of the man I am today. Paul hasn't been in my life for long, but he acts like the father I wish I had whilst growing up.

"Is that so?" Poseidon said after a few tensed moments of silence, to which even Hades looked extremely uncomfortable as he glances at his deadly silent brother. "Well, if that is the case." He said as he pointed his trident at me, causing me to look at the sharp tips with unsure eyes. "I, Poseidon, Lord of the Sea and Earthquakes, no longer claim you as a child of Poseidon."

His words echoed off the wall as he shot a blast of green energy at me, making me feel to my knees as a sharp bolt of pain rang through my body. A blood curling scream left my lips - a scream that would have belonged in the Fields of Punishment itself - whilst I felt like the very essence that makes up my soul started to fracture inside of me. I felt onto my side in pain as I continue to let out screams of anguish, feeling like I was on the verge of death's doorstep just as I felt a tugging sensation in my gut.

I felt the pain being lifted and let out a loud and painful gasps, desperately trying to blink the black spots from my eyes as I try to figure out where I was. No longer was I laying on the marble floor of Mount Olympus; beneath me instead was the harsh and uneven feeling of concrete beneath me, the typical smell of the New York sewage problem flooding my senses. Coughing hard, I forced myself to sit up as I wiped the tears from my eyes, only to be met with a sad Athena looking down at me; her expression grime and even sorrowful. "I didn't know Old Barnacle Beard had that kind of anger in him...to kill his own son."

Carefully, I stood up again, giving her a soft bow as she gave me a sad look. "As loyal as ever." She said with a somewhat motherly smile before it fell again, casting a quick glance around the dimly lit alleyway in disgust. "I had followed father's orders to take you away from the throne room before Poseidon destroyed you completely. I've managed to put up a protective barrier around us...but it wouldn't last long." She sighs before she faces me again. "Most of the Gods and Goddesses are doubting the validity of Poseidon's claim, but we dare not go against him...even Hades and Father were hesitant to cross him. Seems like he still holds affection for your mother."

"I don't understand -why are you helping me?" I asked in a small voice, causing her to give me a soft but reassuring smile. "I owe you dearly, boy. Even though what Annabeth did was...questionable, you made her the happiest she has ever been. You also put yourself for the Olympians so selflessly. I would be damned to sit back and do nothing." She said with a disgruntled look before she met my eyes again, sporting a serious look that Annabeth has whenever she is about to lay out a battel plan. "But listen closely, Perseus. I might be able to save you now, but the next time we cross paths again, I would be forced to draw my weapon." She told me seriously, looking around again before she met my eyes again. "Now go, before anyone sees you."

Thank you, my Lady." I told her gratefully, giving her one last bow before I turned and made a run for us, my feet taking me Gods knows where. For now though, my soul purpose is to run away from here, and that is what I am going to do.

Pressing myself closer to the dumpster, I held my breath when a two pairs of feet stopped around the opening of the alleyway, two voices starting to speak in hushed tones. "I still can't believe the Gods want Percy dead, my lady." A familiar voice said as I felt my heart clinched at the sad tone Thalia used. "After all he has done for them...they are just going to cast him aside like that?"

"I understand how you feel, child." The goddess of the hunt said with a soft sigh. "But we have strict orders from Poseidon to kill the boy when we see him." She said grimly before Thalia let out a sound between a choke and a sob, which causes my heart to clench. "We should go now, my lady." She managed out as I heard a sniff, and I briefly toyed with the idea of jumping out and letting them shoot me. But knowing what Athena had to do to give me a route to escape? If she finds out that I let myself die so unceremoniously, I fear her punishment more than having to face the Underworld. "He is obviously not here."

I heard two pair of feet run away before I peeked out from the side of the dumpster, sighing in relief as I started to take hesitant steps again. I've managed to time it down now - I will have to wait for a solid minute before I can start to run back on the main road again, trying my hardest to get out of New York without getting detected. But I knew it was fruitless - I was a random teen on the run in a huge city that is now unfortunately the main base of both the Gods and a camp of their highly skilled children. If I tried to use my powers, I would for sure give myself up to Poseidon and kiss my body goodbye when he takes my head.

I was basically a headless chicken at this point.

But I shook off the depressing thoughts and turned to start to make a run for it, only to run straight into a man that had suddenly appeared before me. Cursing in Greek, I stumbled back in shock, looking up to apologise to the man for running into him. However, the words died in my mouth when I was met with a tall hooded figure, the clock he was wearing looking like it contained the entire galaxy in the very fabric. Stars and planets I've never seen before dancing over the cloth, making it seem like the man before me wasn't really standing before me or if he was a figment of my imagination. The hilt of the sword was poking out behind the fabric shyly, and even from here I can feel the power that basically radiated from it. When he moved his arms, his clock parted, revealing black armour that reflected the clock as well.

Basically, he looks like a badass warrior dressed for war, who has a strong obsession with space. Would it bad to say that he looks like Star Wars character? "Who in Tartarus are you?"

The man before me let out a soft chuckle, a chuckle that caused me to blink up at him in confusion when I felt a familiar sense of warmth shower over me. Why does it sound so familiar. "Hello there, son." He replied in a deep voice, a voice so ancient and filled with power that it almost had me buckle my knees to bow at him in respect. "Sorry to burst your bubble." I said with an awkward cough, rubbing the back of my neck as I looked back at the man. "But I think you've got the wrong guy. I'm the - well, I used to be the son of Poseidon." I explained awkwardly, to which he just gave me a kind smile. "And I am here to tell you that you are quite far from the truth."