Before Recollection

Part 1 - Lost

 New idea, thought I'd try it out. Link in the description, don't own Percy Jackson or any images presented.

I'm not sure if this'll be a one-shot or if I'll add on. Depends on my mood and muse I guess.

The image above's link:   https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b8/7d/2f/b87d2fee26f78d485f8fe090fa11a09a.jpg

Kokytos, River of Wailing in the Underworld in Greek mythology. Cool representation, amazing piece of art.

~ Nezumi

Lost

Perseus is an immortal. Not an important one, and certainly not a well known one, but he couldn't be more content with his lot. His mother is Nyx and his father is Erebus. Perseus is the ruler of a few things. He's the holder of secrets, the lost, caves/caverns, eternity, and, oddly enough, crying.

Perseus had long ago moved out from living with his mother. Now he lived in a gigantic cave, as it was only fit for the ruler of caves and caverns. This day, we would compare the size to be able to fit three Eiffel Towers stacked on top of each other and just about as wide.

His home's floor was decorated with forever crystal clear pools of water. One or more rogue animal has stepped into them thinking they were stepping onto more sand or stone.

There are more than a hundred chambers branching off the main cave. Each one's walls are decorated with a different substance. Some rubies, other gold. Perseus' favorite was the one studded with moonstones, some as small as a needle head, others bigger than his head. Perseus often found himself sleeping there and offering thanks to Hypnos for the easy sleep he always received in the chamber.

Today, Perseus had been lounging on a plateau in the center of the chambers where light cascades through a break in the ceiling. He didn't intend to fall asleep, but he did. It did get boring, for he had nothing to do and not much to occupy himself with. You see, he doesn't get many visitors. Even his mother Nyx didn't visit often. So he would often lay there out of boredom.

That was why Perseus was so surprised when he was awoken by the raucous splashing of several someones running through the shallow pools of water, their heavy breathing, and the clang and rustle of armor and weapons.

Blinking away sleep, the world around Perseus slowly came into focus along with voices.

" . . . the heck are we?!" snarls a female voice lowly.

"I don't know, I was more focused on not getting eaten by the Dragons!" replied an equally angry male voice.

Dragons? Perseus rolled over lazily till he could gaze off the edge of his raised platform cushioned by decades of moss.

A small group of young humans had gathered on the sand just a little ways from his plateau. There is a girl, who looks to be the leader, looking the readiest for war (or as if she's just been through one). She had a shield on her arm and a spear in one hand and a well-muscled body underneath. Her face was contorted with irritation and had shorter blonde-red hair.

At the end of her glare is a younger boy. He was swathed in layers of black clothes and a Stygian iron sword is strapped to his waist. He didn't look to be in my brother Hypnos' favor by the way he had such deep bags under his eyes.

Next to him, seeming to grow more angry at being ignored was a girl with blonde hair and stormy grey eyes, a golden dagger attached to her waist.

"Enough you two, we don't have time for fighting," the grey-eyed girl declares. "Thanks for getting us out of their Nico." Grey-eyes looks at the boy in black thankfully.