Champion of the primordials

Chapter 1

13th Century, Europe
Jennifer POV

"So Jennifer, do you accept my offer?" Artemis, goddess of the Hunt, Moon, Maidens, and Childbirth questioned. A few of her Hunters, a group of eternal maidens that follow her, stared at me expectantly. I have to admit, the offer was tempting. I was being offered immortality from a goddess, but...I looked at the tent flap, where I know Percy is outside. He means the world to me, I couldn't afford to leave him alone, especially if what Lady Artemis said is true. He'll be in danger.

Artemis must've noticed and spoke. "I understand you care for your brother, but he will become like the rest of them out there." I shook my head. "You don't know that," I said. "You're assuming." One of her Hunters opened her mouth to speak, a red haired girl, but Artemis raised her hand, silencing her. "But I do, Jennifer. My brother is the god of prophecies. He can foretell the future. He said the boy is special." "And you assume that he's going to be bad?" I demanded.

"The boy is powerful. My father, Zeus, scents a aura surrounding the boy. A aura he hasn't felt in centuries.And what is that?" She looked me dead in the eye with her piercing silver eyes. "Poseidon. God of the Seas and Earthquakes." "And what does that have to do with Percy?" I demanded. "He's a son of Poseidon, so what?" "Thou do not understand how powerful he is," one of her Hunters said.

She had coppery skin, her nose was tilted slightly. Her eyes were a shiny almost black color. A silver tiara resided on her head. "Children of Poseidon are rare, but also very powerful." "If trained properly, a child of Poseidon is most likely the most powerful demigods ever born," Artemis said. "Stronger than Hades or Zeus's children." "He's five!" I protested.

"He doesn't know who he is. I'm all he has," I said. "His mother was killed in a raid, he's taken into slavery. He's only five and you said it's only going to get worse." I shook my head. "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to decline your offer. I will not leave Percy at the mercy of monsters, or gods," I looked at Artemis. "You can keep your immortality. Unless Percy comes along, I want no part of it." I stood up and headed to the tent flap till she spoke again.

"I did not want to tell you this, but the boy will die anyway." I froze. "What?" I looked at Artemis. "If you lay a finger on him-" "Zeus has ordered for me to find the son of Poseidon, and bring him to Olympus." "For what?" She looked at me with what looked like pity. "Execution. Zeus will kill him before he grows up and becomes a threat." I realized what she meant.

"Are you scared of him?" Her eyes narrowed. "Watch your words girl," she warned. "I have been lenient with you because you have potential. I do not want it to go to waste, especially when it comes from a maiden." "You're scared he'll grow up and become powerful, too powerful even for a god to control him." "No demigod is stronger than a god." "Then what about Hercules?" I questioned.

"You said he held up the sky. Something only an immortal can do." "He is a child of Zeus." "And Percy is a son of Poseidon. He's more than capable to do it. And you said Poseidon can gain many allies if he wishes to overthrow Zeus. Zeus is scared Percy can do the same, but your brother, Apollo, said he's special. Meaning Percy will be able to do something no one can do," I met Artemis' gaze evenly.

"Such as defeat an Olympian?" Thunder rumbled dangerously in the background. "You are smart," Artemis said. "Smarter than I thought. But yes," she nodded. "That is the reason Zeus wants him killed. Together, he and Poseidon would be a powerful enemy." "And you would take the risk of inflicting Poseidon's wrath on yourself by killing his son?" She sighed. I am thousands of years old, you are still a child. I have seen boys like your brother, I thought, that maybe, they would be good. But," she shook her head. "They end up like the rest. Your brother will be the same." "Not that it would matter," the red haired girl said. "He will be killed anyway." Artemis nodded. "Do you feel any guilt?" I questioned.