Percy Jackson the Hunter

Chapter 2

A/N: Sorry for the delays. I wasn't quite sure where I wanted to go with this story.

Percy thought he had been fitting in well with the hunters. It had been a year since he joined them, and he had already gained their trust from the multiple wars and quests that he had helped them with.

He gained their respect as they heard stories from Thalia, Percy's cousin and that Zoë had accepted him as a friend before she died. No one wanted to piss off Thalia or upset Zoë's legacy, so they almost acted as incentive to trust Percy. If he were to ever betray them, they could easily drop kick him and make a Percy skewer out of him.

Some of the newer hunters were still hesitant to trust a man they never knew, but they quickly learned to trust that Percy was on their side, and he wasn't going to harm them at all.

"Steady, Percy. Concentrate," Phoebe whispered, moving Percy's hands and arms from behind. "Remember move your elbow back a little. Good. Now, shoot."

As Phoebe stepped out of the way, Percy released the arrow and string from his grasp. They watched as the arrow flew in a perfect path and hit the deer in its neck, taking it down. "Very good, Percy," Phoebe said. "You've improved greatly since your first lesson, and this time you didn't manage to almost shoot me in the eye."

Percy grinned proudly at his work. "Just be glad you're not Chiron with an arrow in your tail," he chuckled. "But I'm glad that I'm approving. I've always had interest in archery, but I was never really good at it. Thank you for helping me with this, Phoebe."

Phoebe smiled. "You're welcome, Percy. I'm actually a little glad that you're part of the hunt. I think it really brings out your feminine characteristics," Phoebe said with a smirk and a mesmerizing laugh at the end.

Wait...what? No. Don't think that Percy, what is wrong with you? You have Annabeth... oh yeah, maybe you don't anymore, but she's still in Elysium waiting to be reunited. Plus the fact that you've sworn off love, so...

"Hey!"  Percy whined, just realizing what Phoebe had said. "I do not have feminine characteristics! That's not funny Phoebe!"

Phoebe simply laughed harder in response. "Are you sure about that, Percy? You know it's a compliment to have feminine characteristics," Phoebe smirked.

"Um..." Percy trailed off, careful of the mine field he was digging himself into. "Of course I know that."

Phoebe laughed. "It's okay, Percy. It's time to embrace who you  really are deep down inside."

Percy rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Percy!" a shrill, tiny voice yelled as equally tiny hands suddenly wrapped around Percy's waist.

He looked down and smiled at the adorable little girl. Her gold locks reminded him of Annabeth as her eyes were gray stormy eyes. His eyes looked sad for a moment but quickly turned to a smile as he picked up the munchkin lifting her on to his shoulders. "How's my little wise girl?" Percy asked with a faint smile.

Isabel was a seven year old daughter of Athena who joined the Hunters after it was discovered she was wandering a dark alley alone and scared of the monsters hunting her. Normally there would be a satyr to help her be escorted to camp, but camp is a little low on resources right now as Grover chose to take the role as a minor god of nature and animals and Coach Hedge was already assigned, so the hunters and Percy helped and recruited her as a member of the Hunt, although she hasn't taken the oath as she's too young to decide. On her thirteenth birthday, she will officially decide.

It kind of hurt Percy to see hee because she reminded him too much of Annabeth. He even adopted a nickname for her which he used to call Annabeth, "Wise Girl". But it also made him happy to know that someone else like Annabeth was out there, and that she wasn't completely gone from this world, as she lived in spirit. "Percy, can you do the airplane thing?!" She asked, excitedly like a kid on a sugar rush.

Percy laughed before running around, holding her feet and making airplane noises with his mouth. He ran circles around Phoebe as Isabel squealed out of joy. Percy smiled as her squeals made him happy. He didn't have to worry about anything for a moment. He could just live as a member of the Hunt and not have to worry about some great prophecy or war. He was finally at peace.

The moment soon ended as a battle horn sounded. Percy looked around to see what the issue was as he put Isabel back down and readied his bow. Percy ran with Phoebe by his side. Percy spotted a blur of shadows in the distance surrounding the campsite. "What are those things?" He asked. "I've never seen anything like them before."

The monsters had wings like a bat. Their eyes were empty and when you looked at them, they burned your insides if you were mortal. Fangs seemed to grow out of their lips and two long goat horns grew out of their heads. Their ears were the mix of an elf and harpy ear, but they weren't harpies or furies. Their skin was a dark red like dried blood. Their bodies looked like someone peeled the skin off of a naked person and painted it over with their blood. (A/N: Sorry for the visual)

"They're...demons," Phoebe said with shock. "The hells have broken loose."

"What? What does that mean?" he asked.

"It means a war is coming, Percy," Phoebe sighed.  "A war that will end all wars. A war that may end our world forever."