Our swords clashed into each other as my mind wondered. It has been so long since I've seen or met someone who wasn't a hunter.

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A now seven-year-old Percy ran through the forest. He wore the outfit he did in the present with a small difference. Instead of a hoodie, he had on the hunters' jacket. And his eyes were mostly sea green with specks of silver in them. His black hair was as messy as ever.

On his back were a brown leather quiver and a silver bow. The bow was made with such beauty that one would think it was for decoration, but they would be wrong. For with the beauty of the bow, it was genuinely deadly in the right hands. The hands of someone who knew how to use it. And who else would know that more than the adopted son of Artemis?

Hidden in the boy's boot was a small dagger that was just as deadly as the bow. The hilt was stark black, and the blade was made from both silver and Celestial Bronze so that it could kill both monsters, humans, and werewolves.

By this point, he knew who his father was and was thoroughly pissed at him. He was more so pissed when he realized his monster brothers, the cyclops, was the one who had tried to kill him when he was younger. So screw him.

Suddenly he stopped. He heard it—a movement in the shrubbery around him. As quick as one could be, he had his bow pointed at it—his body tense.

"Come out, or the arrow goes flying. And I don't miss my target." He bluffed. In all actuality, he missed his target half of the time, but they didn't need to know that.

Not long after, three kids walk out of the bushes: one guy and two girls. The guy and the taller girl looked to be about twelve or thirteen while the smallest of their group seemed to be about his age.

The guy had sandy blonde hair with blue eyes. He had what Percy thought to be a golf club for some reason. The oldest girl had spiky black hair and electric blue eyes. Finally, the youngest had curly blonde hair and stormy grey eyes. At her side was a small dagger.

Percy put his arrow back into the quiver as he rested his arm, holding the bow at his side. He glares at the boy, like how the hunters had taught him, before seeing if they were a threat.

"Really! We got threatened by a freaking six-year-old!" The boy complained.

"I'm seven. Not six." Percy said, annoyed.

"I bet he doesn't even know how that damn thing works!" The boy completely ignored him. Percy growled.

The next thing the group knew, an arrow was in the tree behind the boy inches away from his head.

"Next time, I won't miss," Percy growled. The group looks at the hunter with shock.

"Holy shit." The older girl said. The younger one turned to her.

"Language!" She scolded.

"English." Both Percy and the older girl said at the same time. The young girl giggled softly at that while the boy shook his head. The boy walked up to Percy and bent down.

"What is a little boy like you doing out here all alone? it's dangerous out here." He said in a voice that pissed Percy off. The kind you would use of a five-year-old. Percy punched him. Hard. The boy backed away quickly.

"I'm not a child!" Percy exclaimed. "So, don't treat me like one boy!"

With that statement, his hunter side was showing. He was raised by some of the women who hated men with a passion, so the boy part was filled with venom.

"Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black?" The older girl asked.

"Doesn't matter. He was treating me like a child. I'm not a child."

"The fact that your seven says otherwise, kid."

He growled softly.

"What are you people doing here in the first place?"

"Looking for a haven." The younger one chimed in. The anger left Percy quickly after that.

"Oh. Why didn't you say so?" He asked.

"You didn't ask until just now." Said the boy. Percy glares at him.

" I know a cave you can sleep in for now. It's safe. Only a bear lives there, and she's quite nice." Percy said, ignoring the boy. The two preteens looked at each other before the girl looked at him.

"Ok." She said.

"Try to keep up," Percy spoke with a mischievous smile.

"What do you mean?" The boy asked. His question was soon answered by Percy jumping into the trees and taking off. The group struggled to keep up.

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I couldn't help the smile that came to my face from memory. It was fun messing with the group.

I focused on the fight as our sword crashed again. She sent a strike aimed at my head. I smirked as I ducked and slammed the hilt of my sword into the back of her knee, not long after I kicked the sword out of her hand.

My sword found its way to her neck.

"I win," I said softly. She had a big smile.

"Yes, you did." She spoke in reply.

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There's chapter 3. I hope you all enjoyed it. Oh, and I might not post a chapter tomorrow due to an ap exam. It's a slim chance that I won't, but it's still a chance.

-Red