Percy of the Huntsmen

Death's Message

Just Outside Sparta, Greece. 1014 B.C

"Message from Thanatos, Alpha." A wolf panted as he stood at the door of Adam's center of command in the base.

"What does Death Man have to say this time?" Adam asked as he leaned back in his chair. He was currently teaching tactics to 12-year-old Percy as part of his Huntsman training, and didn't take kindly to being interrupted.

"Lord Thanatos has said that young Percy's brother had died, but has been reborn as..." The messenger trailed off, not wanting to deliver this part of the message.

"Reborn as what?"

"As a Damnati. It's confirmed now, Percy's brother was indeed captured by them ten years ago."

Percy slumped down in his seat. How was this possible? he asked himself. Back in Sparta, and his brother dreamed of being soldiers together, just like their absent father. This wish was to be fulfilled in a twisted way, the brothers would be fighting together, but on different sides if the war.

Adam looked over at Percy. "Well? Do you still want to be a werewolf? A mercenary with us? A Huntsman?"

"Mercenary?" Percy asked.

"We take jobs for people, usually for money. Like a werewolf strike force. We have a reputation for always completing assignments that we accept, so we're called on often. Hence the name, Huntsmen. We hunt people, things, you name it we find it. We also hunt vampires in our spare time, along with Arena and Pitch activities. You in?"

Percy nodded. "Yes. You guys took me in, saved me from the beasts that took my brother away from me. I will join you an fight beside you."

"Good, good. We'll hold your initiation in an hour." Turning to the messenger Adam told him, "Tell the boys all about this. They'll be at the pitch then." Back to Percy, he said, "We'll hold your brother's funeral after the initiation. What's his name?"

"Noah," Percy replied.

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"Percy, by the power of Alpha Wolves before me, I bestow upon you the honor and duty of being a member of the Huntsmen. Do you, Percy, accept the Lycanthropy that will increase your senses, reactions, and make you nearly immortal at seventeen years of age? Do you swear eternal loyalty to the Huntsmen?" Adam was reading from the ancient scroll of the Huntsmen, initiating Percy into the pack.

"I accept." Percy said calmly.

"Then, I shall bestow upon you the best and worst thing that will ever happen to you. You shall become one of us." And with that, Adam moved over the Percy and, werewolf teeth extended, bit down on Percy's shoulder. He shuddered violently as the Lycanthropy took hold of him, but when it was over, he felt much stronger. His eyesight was sharper then it had been before, and so were his senses of hearing and smell.

Adam's claws slowly extended from his right hand. "The last initiate wolf received her marks on the left forearm, so it looks like your marks will be on the left side of your face. Please prepare yourself for the final step of initiation." After Percy took a deep breath and nodded to Adam, he sunk three of his claws a couple millimeters into Percy's skin. He then slowly moved his claws diagonally down across Percy's face, making one cut from the too of his ear to his jaw, one from his temple to the corner of his mouth, and one from a bit above his eyebrow to his left nostril, crossing over his eyelid but not damaging the eye itself.

"Welcome to the pack, Percy." With Adam'a words, the gathered group if werewolves began cheering and shouting for Percy.

Huntsmen Base, 1019 B.C

Percy's 17th Birthdapy

"So, Percy," Adam said, walking into Percy's room as he sat on his bed sharpening his sword with a smooth stone, "it's your 17th birthday. You've been initiated, but now you're an official part of our pack! Perks of being 17 here, you're never gonna age. Have fun being young for life."

"I got it. This is only the thousandth time you've told be this." Percy replied, a bit annoyed.

"This time is different. This time I brought you something." Adam held up a sword that was an odd color, a mix of gold and iron grey like Adam's own sword. "I picked this up on a raid of a Telchines' forge. They had two swords like this, a mix of iron and celestial bronze. This bad boy will kill both mortals or monsters, whichever you find yourself fighting against. It even has a retractable silver lining. Here, press this-" Adam pressed a design of a wolf's head on the hilt of the sword "-and now it can even kill a werewolf. I went and got this blessed by a priest, so this is a sword that will kill anything you hit with it. Use it wisely."

"Yes, sir," Percy said, somewhat in shock and looking at the blade. It didn't look like very much, just a straight, double-bladed sword. But it had great power.

"Not sir. You're one of us now." Adam held out his hand and Percy grabbed his forearm. Adam in turn grabbed Percy's forearm, and they stood for a second in the werewolf version of a high five. "Use the sword well." Adam repeated. "Brother."