Two men stood at the edge of a river. One looked terrible sad while the other looked determined. One was a god, and the other was a spirit ready to move on.

"You know she is going to be devastated, right?" The god told the man.

"The lady hast been devastat'd since I hath passed. It's timeth we both hath moved on," He replied.

"And so will your father." The god said.

"That gent is imm'rtal.  Been 'round since the first being.  That gent hast seen his did love ones kicketh the bucket since timeth first beganeth.  That gent did get ov'r those folk just as that gent shalt receiveth ov'r me." The man replied. Even though he spoke old English, it often shifted into Ancient Greek. His native tongue.

"Is there any way I can change your mind?" The god pleaded.

"Nay, I wilt moveth on." The man spoke. He sounded tired as he did.

"Well then drink, my friend. Maybe in your second life, you will stop using old English." The man joked.

"T wast hard enow to learneth this from Greek!" The man exclaimed, slipping into said language. The god laughed at the man's antics.

The man rolled his eyes. He bent down to the river and scooped up a hand's full worth of water. He felt his memories become fuzzy.

"Remember to drink every last drop." The god reminded. The man nodded as he began to drink. When he finished, he stood up. Neither realized that two drops went and fell to the floor.

The man began to lose his vision. As the darkness sneaked upon him, he made a final request.

"Bid that lady yond coequal though I hasn't been reborn I shall nev'r forget that lady 'r the love yond we did share." The god nodded, and all the man could see was black. He tried to remember his name, and yet it evaded the poor man. He sat in the darkness until all he heard we a baby's cry.

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When Perseus Jackson was born, a full moon shone in the sky. When he was born, a high fog covered the universe. When he was born, the wolves howled.

A now four and a half-year-old Percy stared at the sky. He could hear wolves howl in the far distance, which surprised even him. It's been half a year since his mother died, and yet he didn't cry. No, he felt like he had seen death before. He wasn't despondent.

His mother was a wonderful woman, and he loved her. He didn't know her well enough to cry for her death though he swore his revenge on the man who killed her. His stepfather.

He let his thoughts wander as his stepfather stumbled in drunk, holding a gun.

"It's time you died, you brat!" His words slurred together. Percy stood up and realized this was the best time to strike.

"We'll see who lives and who dies fat ass." He cursed at the man. His stepfather rushed forward and tried to pistol-whip him. Percy sucked and disarmed the old drinker. The second he held it, he knew it was a .22 semiautomatic pistol. It had about ten bullets left and felt right in his hands.

Without waiting, he shot the man in the head. Making him suffer the same way his mother did. He searched the house and then left.

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It had been Percy's fifth birthday when he met the man that changed his life. He still carried around the pistol, hidden between his shirt and jeans. The full moon was out as he tried to work his way through the fog that had been there all day long. Wolves howled like crazy.

He could begin to make out the figure of a man. He quickly pulled out his gun. Only five bullets left.

"Who's out there?!" He yelled into the fog as he turned the safety off. The figure started to move towards him.

"Perseus!" He could barely make out. Percy cocked the gun. Locked and loaded.

"Who are you!?" The figure came into view as Percy yelled to it. A man in a black suit with white, almost silver, hair and eyes like a black hole.

"My names Order. I'm sorry I thought you were my son..." he trailed off. Percy got a vague sense of déjà vu.

"What happened to him?"

"He was killed in battle..."

"Oh... I'm sorry for your loss." Percy told him. Order smiled sadly.

"That's ok... you remind me of him. Where are your parents, young one?"

"Not here. Anyway, they are dead. Or at least one of them is and the other might as well be..." order smiled as he had an idea.

"Well, then stay with me for a bit. If you don't like it, you can come back here." Percy thought it over and decided that an actual meal would be nice. And a bed to sleep on is better than the floor.

"Sure." They walked away. Together.

"So, what's your name, kiddo?" Order asked, smiling. Before Percy answered he saw the man again. The man being someone he saw his whole life. He looked like a mixture of Percy and Order. He looked at Order and together, the two spoke.

"Perseus."

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Ok so that ends spring break. I hope you enjoyed it. After this, I will go back on schedule with either son of Artemis or son of Hades. This took a while, and I would like to thank Ultimawerewolf1214 for helping me. There is some Shakespearean earlier on. I hoped you enjoyed it.

-Red