Old Vows, Young Lovers

Legends Never Die

Three days ago, flashback.

"I travel with Artemis and hide my face because I am Percy Jackson, Guardian of the hunt, twice savior of Olympus, and god of time."

Silence, for a few moments, while everyone soaked in the information that they had just been given. Percy Jackson... Some couldn't believe he was still alive, others were astonished by how high he had climbed, others were wondering if the rumors of Artemis not being a virgin anymore were true, and thinking that Percy had to be the one that took it.

Before he could even brace for what he was sure would happen, an outburst, maybe attacks, hates peach... They did something he never would have expected, they all got down and kneeled, with their heads bowed.

All expect one, the bastard, and a few others that were probably his goonz.

"Please, don't do that, get up." Percy said, kindly.

"Why are you all on the ground? He may be a god now but this lame brat doesn't deserve any respect, he's just a coward." He spat, shaking his head and crossing his arms in disgust. In case it wasn't obvious, this was among one of the last things Percy wished to hear...

He sighed, he wasn't going to be beaten around by some punk that was as weak as a worm compared to him... So after the demigods all got up, he called out:

"So getting punched in the face and kicked into oblivion wasn't enough to set you straight? How about you just shut up, else you get beaten up more."

"Yeah, shut up asshole, Percy has done more than you could ever dream to accomplish in your pathetic life." Yelled a female voice, who Percy realized was one of the younger hunters, named Alexus. Bringing Percy into the hunt had brought many new things to the hunt, including the art of sword fighting, quite a few of the hunter's (including Artemis) were more than eager to learn, and she had been one of the best at it. The best had of course been Artemis, closely followed by Atalanta, who was just a phenomenally advanced fighter with anything she wielded... Sigh, it was times like these, reminiscing about the good times in the hunt that he missed Zoë so much.

"John, I am the teacher here, if you don't like it then you can leave, I'm not going to put up with your shit." Percy stated, looking over at him and crossing his arms.

"Fine, I'm already better than all of you as it is!"

"Oh really?! I could kick your ass easily you pig!" Alexus yelled, drawing both of her hunting knives with lighting quick speed. Readying herself in the huntresses pouncing stance, ready to strike out at him like lightning. She was young, but she was doing this because that he insulted Percy, and no one talks bad about Mi'Ladies lover. What's even worse, this was the pig that had called Artemis a bitch, she had already punished him for that, but a little more surely couldn't hurt. This was bad, really bad, Percy was confident that she could beat him in a fight, but he wasn't about to take the chance to find out, nor would he let her fight his battles for him.

"Kid, you're way out of your league-" He growled, stepping toward her menacingly and reaching for his sword, but Percy cut him off.

"And you're way out of your league, maybe you should pick on someone your own size you dick head, oh wait... that's right, I forgot you don't have one."

Hehe, that did it.

"AHHH!" He screamed as he threw a punch at Percy's face, which Percy dodged like it was in slow motion, then decked him in the face as hard or harder than Artemis did the other day. This time however, the punch didn't send him to the ground, he just staggered away and eventually he came back to it, but then he drew his sword and flung himself at Percy with surprising quickness. But he wasn't quick enough, because Percy sidestepped and shoved him away, giving him a moments time to draw his brand new sword. Chaos had said that it would be ineffective against anything other than Primordials, but he didn't really want to kill John or seriously injure him, so that was perfect, and he needed to get used to swinging this thing around.