He staggered through the mud-choked jungle, lungs burning, each breath dragged in as if he were drowning on dry land. He had left the tavern looking like a drunk in search of water; now he clung to the rough bark of the trees just to stay upright, fingers digging in as he fought to steady himself. Slowly, painfully, his strength returned-along with something far worse. His senses sharpened. The jungle went silent. Footsteps. Light. Deliberate. Female. He froze. The air itself seemed to tighten, thick as water around his throat. He listened in horror as the sound drew nearer, impossibly clear, as if she were already standing behind him. Panic clawed up his spine. His heart hammered so loudly he was certain it would give him away, echoing through the trees like a drum summoning executioners. Run. His body refused. Time was up. He tried to pray, but what god would listen now? Betrayal sat like a stone in his chest, heavy and irreversible. Maybe fate would forgive him. Maybe not. Knowing them, they had grown bored. They would want a new toy. Still... if this was how it ended, he would face it standing. He straightened, jaw set. Whatever came through those trees would not see him beg. He was the last one still breathing. Child of Hestia and Hades. Son of the sea. Prince of the Seven Seas. The boy who had fought gods-and survived. Death's own companion. A survivor carved out of storms and stubbornness. Badass didn't even begin to cover it. He was Percy Jackson. Percy. Fucking. Jackson.

Harry Potter, the forgotten son of Lily and James Potter, is the middle child, the nobody, and the nobody. And to make matters worse, he was also affected by the murderous curse of Avada Kedavra's blinding consequences. Harry Potter, whose own parents abandoned him, later encountered the dark side of reality, the harsh reality of existence, and the flaws in the cosmos. Harry had to overcome the cruelty, lunacy, irrationality, and prejudice of humanity in order to become an unbeatable magician. with direction and counsel from a particular goddess. He traveled to another realm and returned as Ignatius Daryus Atticus Slivereclipse , a fearsome and powerful lord in magical England's wizarding society.

Perseus, the son of Aphrodite and Poseidon was cast away due to the hate of his father, lost to his family the young godling journeys to recover the family he longs for whilst seeking the punishment of his so called father. When the time comes will he choose to protect those he loves or harm those who have hurt him?