Dante Walker and The Eye of Chaos (1)

Chapter 1

I don't own Percy Jackson and The Olympians, Rick Riordan does. I only own my original characters. Also, next chapter will be in first person, and I'll dive into the classes at Camp Half-Blood. And I'm going to be creating three Spotify playlists for this story. One for canon relationships and the other for what I'll call the 'Soundtrack' of the story. The third will be for original relationships, but that one won't be created immediately. I'm hoping to have this story go at least five 'books' like the OG PJO series. Also, the beginning of this chapter came from a photo on r/camphalfblood regarding Percy's birthday. Hope you all enjoy it!

(By the way, everything starts the day of Percy's birthday (in case I used any other date, consider it retconned) and will be going up till a special event that's announced in the next two chapters).

"Percy! Hold up!" Hermes shouted after Hecate and Percy ended their conversation. Once he turned around, Hermes handed him a letter written by Lady Rhea. "She asked me to deliver this to you for some reason. Not entirely sure why." Percy opened it up and began to read it with Hermes looking over his shoulder. What? He was curious!

Dear Grandson,
I heard through the grapevine that today is the birthday of one of my estranged grandsons. It makes me extremely happy to see the fruits of the family tree continue to flourish. Perhaps next time I'm in New York, we can get together and have a day to bond. Until then, have a great birthday, please give me great-grandchildren to spoil, and always remember to be respectful to the gods and goddesses!
Love, Grandma Rhea.

PS: Did you get that check I sent for dealing with my husband?

"'Respect the gods and goddesses?' She does know I'm the most respectful person to you guys, right?" Percy asked Hermes, who snorted.

"You? Respectful? To us!? I'm pretty sure that Tartarus, on a bad day for him, would show us more respect than you on your best day!"

Percy, being the mature person he is, stuck his tongue out and left Olympus via vapor travelling. It was a hard skill to master, but he did it. He could travel via sea mist like his father, so he took the second best option.
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Dante Walker let out a soft sigh. The thirteen year old was looking for anything to eat. His clothes were ragged, full of holes and dirt and grime. His blonde hair stretched down to his earlobes, appearing greasy and matted down with sweat from his time on the streets, while his black eyes were as hard as obsidian. A worn belt was looped around his waist to keep his baggy pants up, as well as house the sheathe for a Japanese tantō dagger.

He had run away from his home a few years ago, and since then, he had barely survived. Monsters, monsters he only thought of as myths, had begun hunting him. For the first few days, he was lucky to get three or four hours of sleep per day.

His luck started turning around after meeting an old man, whose name was Takeru, from Japan. He saw the monsters and destroyed them with a single swing from his sword. The man offered up lessons, which Dante accepted. He wasn't exactly the best with a sword, but the man never once failed to highlight something good he did.

Takeru had a farmer's tan, with wrinkles creasing his forehead due to his smiles. There were a multitude of callouses on his hands, as well as scars, from his time working with them. According to him, he had forged things with such love that they were considered more beautiful than Aphrodite, while also fighting against the things that would make Hades wet his pants.

Whenever he had to go to Japan, Dante refused to stay in the house. He didn't like not being able to defend himself or others, so he spent those days on the streets, letting himself build up his strength.

This time, however, Dante was on the streets due to him getting a weird feeling.

"Dante Walker?" A man asked. He had a Mediterranean complex, with messy jet black hair and sea-green eyes. He wore an orange shirt that was slightly faded and a pair of blue jeans. Next to him stood a being that had cloven hooves and a pair of animal legs. Dante remembered Takeru teaching me about Greek mythology, but the name seemed to escape him.

"Who wants to know?" He replied, earning a chuckle from his visitor.

"My name is Percy Jackson. I've heard a lot about you from your mom."

"She's alive?" Dante was genuinely shocked. His dad said that she died a long time ago due to her participating in a Satanic ritual. His dad frowned upon anything unnatural and that included his own son. That was the reason his dad refused to learn about any of his favorite hobbies or things like that.

"Yes. She just couldn't visit you to let you know."

"Of course she couldn't." Percy didn't fault the snarky comment from Dante. He knew a lot of the campers felt the same way, which is why he was glad that his mom and Paul are the ones who help bridge the gap between the Gods and the camp.

"Forgive him, Perseus. He is struggling with his feelings." Takeru stated, surprising both. He just gave off a benign grin and continued. "His journey is just beginning, just as yours did all those years ago. Much like how Chiron is proud of your heroics, I shall be proud of Dante's."

"What do you mean Takeru?" Dante asked, fearing the response. He didn't want to leave the man who had helped him out so much.

"What I mean is that you must take this step. Our time together, though short, has come to an end for now." Dante swallowed nervously, only for Takeru to give him a hug. "My son, do not fear this journey, for you shall find your place within the world. Forge the path you are meant to, and know that I will be with you. Always."
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The pair made their way to the camp, with Percy explaining how the camp would be. The head counselor for the Hecate cabin was a nineteen year old Seth Constantine, who also taught the cabin how to use their magical abilities, though David Strange would help with learning how to control the mist. Thalia Grace would hold archery lessons when the Hunters of Artemis stopped by, while Chiron would handle the 'masters' class, which was reserved for those who have aced three archery tests from the twin archers. If not her, then it would fall to Katie Stoll, who was surprisingly good with a bow and arrow.

Swordsmanship would fall on the shoulders of Dale Rodgers, a son of Iris. Though Iris wasn't a fan of violence, she was always willing to protect those she cared about. Dale was similar in that aspect. Percy stopped suddenly, staring at a blonde woman who's hair was curled like a princess's would be. The stark grey eyes softening, though still holding a calculating look within them. On her hip was a young girl with the same grey eyes, but her hair was a midnight black, like Percy's.

"Wise Girl? Little Star" He asked, walking up and kissing her softly. The little girl was squirming until Percy picked her up and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. "What are you two doing here?"

"Chiron asked me to come by. Thalia and Nico are waiting for you in your office." She replied.

"Why are they here?"

"They need to talk to you about something. I was just asked to supervise your meeting, along with Will."

"We're not that bad! We don't get into many fights!"

"You don't." She agreed, though there was a teasing smile on her face. "Unfortunately, last time you guys had a 'friendly spar,' Typhon rose, saw what you were doing, and went back to hiding out of fear."

"Wait, he rose during a spar?"

"Yes, and that's why I'm here with Will. We can make sure you guys don't do anything stupid."

Percy looked over at Dante and gave him a soft smile. "I'll get another camper here to help introduce you to the camp."