Percy Jackson, Son of Kronos, Love of Artemis

A new start

All rights to Rick Riordan. I'm just a fanfiction writer.

Rhea POV

I walked around Manhattan, New York.

Kronos was alive again, unlike what my children think, he is very much alive and very much powerful. While he is not powerful enough to overthrow them, he has substantial power.

He convinced me to go against the gods. Yes, I have agreed to go against my children. Kronos swore on his life to resolve this as peacefully as possible.

They threw me right away after the defeat of their father, forgotten me and only brought me up during their petty squabbles.

How was I not to be upset?

On top of that. I am the Titan of Motherhood. And the way the gods treat their children. It's just disappointing.

I was following a young child, no older than 9. He was small, gaunt. He was bone-thin and pale. His hair was shaggy and unkempt, his hair covering his eyes as he ran.

Behind him, 3 Cyclops chased him, shaking their meaty fists and battered clubs. The poor boy looked on the verge of collapse.

He ran towards me, before face planting onto the soil, right in front for my lioness. They lay calmly by my side, clearly not sending any threat from the near dead boy.

With a wave of my hand, the cyclops disintegrated into gold dust.

Within minutes, the boy awoke with a jolt. His bright sea green eyes bore into mine. Poseidon.

I found it ironic, since the monsters that were usually loyal to the boy's father were chasing after him, with the strong intent to kill.

He looked up at me in fear, crawling backwards. Stumbling away from me, backing himself into a tree.

When his face was caught in the light of the flames in front of me, I gasped at his condition.

From the tip of his right eyebrow, to the edge of his right eye, he had a thick prominent scar. His arms were scarred, bloody and bruised, with signs of restraint.

His attire, which consisted of a shirt and a pair of short trousers, was ripped. His shirt, not only was ripped but also soaked in some blood.

His glanced around him, as if he was used to being on the run and on the streets.

"What's your name?" I asked softly, hoping I didn't scare the child. He inched backwards. His eyes darted around.

"I..I am Perseus. But I prefer Percy." His voice trembled.

"Child, where is your mother?" I asked gently, but he flinched. He eyed me warily. Studying me, looking for any signs of aggression.

"My stepfather killed her. He used a knife and..." He told me in a cold tone, mimicking stabbing motions.

His aura flared as he said so, his eyes flashing angrily. His aura...it was powerful indeed. He was barely 9, but his aura, it was powerful indeed.

"Sleep." I commanded, waving a hand over his eyes. He struggled for a moment, before giving into his exhaustion.

I sighed, my motherly instincts kicking in, carrying him gently, before flashing to Mt Tamalpais, the new Mt Othrys. I flashed straight to my bedroom that I shared with Kronos. I lay the boy gently on the bed.

I walked into the central throne room, where a council meeting was in progress. Kronos was on his throne, listening to the reports from Oceanus and Iapetus.