Chapter one, Why Does He Want To Eat Me?

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A lone figure was running trough the streets of New York, chased by what those in the Greek world would call a cyclops.

The figure couldn't be more than five years old, but it seemed to be running for its life.

The figure, who was a boy with sea green eyes and jet black hair, had silent tears running down his face.

Why you ask? Because he'd just witnessed the bloody murder of his mother.

Gabriel Ugliano was a cruel man who cared more about money and poker than he cared for his wife. He smelled like a moldy garlic pizza wrapped in gym shorts, thus earning the nickname 'Smelly Gabe'.

Gabe had stabbed his mom in the wrist with a kitchen knife, leaving her to bleed to death. Before she died she'd told him to run, and so he did.

Unfortunatly, the ugly man had also abused the young boy, the scars all over his body were evidance of that, Smelly Gabe had hit him, whipped him, cut him and... Done other things...

When he was two streets away from his apartment a big man had started chasing him.

He was almost as ugly as Smelly Gabe and had one cow-like eye in the middle of his head.

The big man had said things that didn't make sense like, 'half-blood for dinner, will taste delicious.' And, 'I will club him dead.'

Now the big man was accompanied by half a dozen big black dogs with red eyes, and the young boy knew that he could never outrun those things.

Luckily he arrived at Central Park just then, dashing into the thick forest and weaving trough the trees, leaving the big man to crash into the trees and a few of the bigger dogs to stop and turn tail.

Two of the canines still chased him, egging him further into the forest, and the young child could feel his energy draining, for he was only five years old and heavily malnourished.

The young boy saw two ladies in the distance, sitting by a campfire in a clearing, this was it, his only hope.

He dashed as hard as he could, forcing himself to hold on just a little longer.

The beat young boy ran into the clearing and leaped over the fire, suprising the ladies, before collapsing againt a tree, his body unable to move from exhaustion.

The younger lady looked disgusted by him and shot the two dogs with one of those bows his mom had told him about in fairytales.

The older woman, who looked to be around her twenties walked up to him, she had mouse brown hair and comforting orange eyes, like glowing coals, she wore a torn brown dress.

"What is your name dear child?" She asked kindly, causing him to trust her immidiatly.

"Pe-Percy." He hesitantly croaked out, his green eyes boring into orange one trying to decipher the reason she was so nice, "Percy Jackson."

And thats when he fainted.

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Artemis was having a pretty nice day, well, as nice as it could be running around with her hunters killing monsters and whatnot.

Earlier this day she and her huntresses had eliminated a flock of harpies in Central Park, and she had just had her lunch with her aunt Hestia.

Then a young boy dashed into the clearing, looking underfed and tired, jumping over their fire before collapsing against a tree.

To be honest, Artemis would have mistaken him for a girl if it wasn't for his short hair and the fact that his face was more angular than a girl's.

But still, the boy had soft cheeckbones, upturned eyes, and his jet black hair, though very dirty, looked to be made out of silk.

The most defined feature on his face were his eyes, not because the were a beautiful sea green with specks of oceanic blue and turquoise, but because the pain and grief they held.

And that should never be in the eyes of such a young child.

After she had killed the two hellhounds she walked back to her aunt, and before the boy blacked out she heard only two words. "Percy Jackson."

Seeing the boy collapse like that triggered one of her 'maternal instincts' she guessed. Because before she knew it she had pulled him into her arms and was healing his wounds with her powers. Maybe, just maybe...

"You want to adopt him." Hestia's voice came from behind her, and she turned around.

"Of course not aunt, he is a boy after all." She retorted, but Hestia knew her better.

"I know you've always wanted a child niece, and he has been trough as much as the hunters, search his memories." Her aunt said seriously.

And when Artemis entered this Percy's memories she swore she was going to kill the vile man by the name of Gabe.

Seriously, this was why she hated men so much.

Not only was she angry that that...thing had killed such a kind woman, she was also furious what the thing had done to little Percy.

And so she decided she was going to raise the child, if her huntresses wanted it or not.

"Horrible isn't it?" Hestia asked when she snapped out of it.

"More then horrible." She decided, and the two woman started to walk back to the huntresses camp in the forest.

And that was the very first time Artemis felt pity for a male since her oath, but it was certainly not the last.

----------important author note ahead---

I hope this was good, i try to make each chapter around a thousand words, but its not that easy on my phone.

Votes are closed results will be in chapter 5.

Cya frostfuries! Bye!

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