AN: This story uses the movie ages so everyone starts the story at age 16 instead of 12 and the prophecy age is 20.

AN2: And for once I'm writing a story that doesn't have Annabeth bashing (gasp)

AN3: For those who can't picture it Percy's pistol scythes and his facial hair looks like Tony Stark's from the Iron Man movies

The Silver Hunter

Chapter 1

-Percy-

"Here we are Percy," his mom, Sally Jackson said as she stared fondly at the camp boundary "are you ready? Do you have everything?"

"Yeah Mom." He said with a small grin as he climbed out of the shotgun seat of his mom's car, slinging his backpack over his shoulder "I've got my weapons, tools, clothes, toiletries, and a bag of drachma to iris message you."

"That's my boy." His mom said with a proud smile as she leaned out of the window to kiss his forehead.

"Have a safe drive back home," he said as he stepped back to give her room to turn around "I'll be sure to tell Chiron and Mr. D yous said hi."

"Thanks Percy, see you at the end of the summer." His mom called out as she drove away. Smiling he turned and walked over the boundary to camp, breathing in the smell rolling in from the strawberry fields. Seeing the giant blue house he made his way over to it, ignoring the whispers as the various demigod campers looked at him confused at how at ease he looked despite none of them having seen him before. Getting to the porch of the house he saw a man in a wheelchair, a satyr in a Rasta cap, a blonde girl who looked about his age, and a short pudgy man in a Hawaiian print shirt.

"Yo." He called out, throwing up a piece sign as the four on the porch turned to look at him confused.

"Who would you be young man?" the man in the wheelchair asked warily, shifting to face him while the two who looked his age got into defensive stances.

"The names Percy Chiron." He said with a grin, putting his weight on his back foot as he grinned up at them "While my mom wouldn't tell me who my dad was you do know who my mom is."

"Oh?" Mr. D asked curiously, the man leaning forward to stare at him with bloodshot eyes.

"Perseus Achilles Jackson," he introduced, giving an exaggerated bow "Son of Sally Jackson and grandson of Hephaestus at your service."

-Annabeth-

Blinking in surprise she took the time to really look at the new guy who claimed to be a grandson of the forge god. He was tall, probably close to six feet with long black hair down to his shoulders held back by a silver bandanna, going rather well with a strange beard and mustache combination. He wore black jeans, combat boots, a white shirt with ripped off sleeves, and an old leather motorcycle jacket with silver shades tucked into the collar of the shirt. He had a simple black backpack slung over his shoulder, leather cuffs on each wrist, a silver wring on his right hand and she was sure she could see the hints of silver hilts tucked into the back of his belt.

"You're Sally's boy?" Chiron asked in shock, which caused her to pay more attention to the conversation and less to the admittedly cute boy.

"He does have some of her in his face…and that bloody smirk she was famous for." Mr. D pointed out with a chuckle "Sally always was a little spit fire."

"You sound like you liked her." She mutters before she realizes she spoke out loud and looked fearfully at the god that served as camp director.

"Everyone like Sally," Mr. D snorted "and she was one of the few demigods to not be an arrogant self centered little brat."

"Instead she was a cocky, smart ass, loudmouth brat." Chiron added as the two ancient figures laughed causing her and Grover to gape at them, having never seen Mr. D happy before.

"That's mom alright," Percy said with a smirk "you should have seen what she did when this fat ass walrus wannabe tried to hit on her."

"Okay, this sounds interesting." Mr. D said eagerly "It's been too long since I've heard of your mother tearing down someone who thought they could control her."

"Well this idiot, a guy named Gabe Ugliano, decided he wanted to 'get with' my mom." Percy explained "I was about six at the time and so as a test when he came over my mom asked him to wait in the living room with me and went up to her bedroom to watch what he did on a security camera. Since he decided to push me around like some sort of kindergarten bully…well the gloves came off then."

"He's screwed." Mr. D and Chiron deadpanned together as she looked confused.

"Is his mom really that dangerous? And how could a demigoddess live for as long as she has outside of camp?" she asked them puzzled.

"My mom was part of a group that not only saw the Bronze Dragon when she was at camp she managed to steal one of its claws." Percy said proudly "She's a genius at the forge and skilled with a sword. As for how she survived she has a mutation that some demigods are born with so she's born with no more scent than a clear sighted mortal."

"Okay that is so not fair." She pouted.

"It is pretty rare," Percy admitted with a shrug "and it lowered my scent a decent amount but the real fun thing is that my godly father, whoever he is, enhanced my Hephaestus genes."

"Really?" Chiron asked intrigued before pausing to look at Grover "Grover go and get Beckendorf would you? Percy will be staying in the Hephaestus cabin until he is claimed."

"Alright Chiron." Grover said as her friend jogged off to the forge to find the head of the Hephaestus Cabin.

"Now Percy, why don't you tell me more about your enhanced powers?" Chiron asked with a small grin.

-Percy-

Laughing he sat on the railing of the porch, sharing stories with Chiron, Mr. D, and Annabeth about the things he'd seen as well as the scenarios that had happened at the camp. "They seriously got you to wear a prom dress?" he asked the ancient centaur, doubled over and wheezing from laughter.

"Shut up." Chiron said blushing in embarrassment while Annabeth and Mr. D snickered.

"You asked for me Chiron?" a new voice calls out as he turns to see an African-American demigod with tied back dreadlocks and a good bit of muscle walking over to them.

Chiron, jumping at the chance to change the topic, turns to the new figure "Yes, thank you Beckendorf. This is Percy Jackson, he hasn't been determined for his godly father yet but his mother was a daughter of Hephaestus so he will be staying in your cabin for the time being."

"A legacy?" Beckendorf asked surprised "Haven't had one of those come to the camp in years. Who was your mom anyway?"

"Sally Jackson." He answered as Beckendorf seemed to choke on air.

"Seriously?" his Uncle asked wide eyed "Dude we still talk about her in Cabin Nine! Come on, let's go get you a bunk."

"Thanks man." He said gratefully as he leapt off the railing, giving a small wave to the trio on the porch and followed his Uncle. They made their way to a large cabin with smokestacks sticking out of the roof.

The inside of the cabin was deserted, the rest of the Hephaestus cabin likely at the forge, giving him a good chance to look around. Steel bunks, looking a lot like Murphy Beds, lined the walls. Each bunk had a digital control panel complete with blinking LED lights, glowing gems, and interlocking gears. According to his mom each bed had its own combination lock to release the bed, alcoves for storage, and room for custom traps. He'd guess that there was some sort of magic used to make the cabin bigger on the inside than it was outside due to a fire pole leading up to a second floor and a circular staircase going up to the second floor and down to a basement.

"Damn this place is awesome!" he said with a wide grin as Beckendorf laughed and decided to give him a tour. They went down to the basement which turned out to be a workshop, the walls lined with every kind of power tool he could possibly imagine as well as dozens of weapons. Workbenches lined the walls overflowing with piles of scrap metal and machine parts. After that they went to the second floor which was an awesome rec room with massive flat screen TVs and every game system he had ever heard of and a few he hadn't.

"Normally you'd get one of these beds." Beckendorf explained, gesturing to the Murphy beds lining the walls, "While the cabin leader gets bed 1A." Beckendorf said as the cabin rumbled and a circular part of the floor opened to reveal a very fine bed that surpassed the other beds by far.

"Normally?" he asked, wondering where he would be staying and why his mom had been smirking and saying that his sleeping arrangements would be 'interesting'.

"But since you're Sally Jackson's kid you get her bed. She made her own that could rival the cabin leader's bunk but nobody's been able to open the damn thing, you probably can." Beckendorf explained before calling out "Jackson Bunk please." As another circular bunk rose up out of the floor with a celestial bronze dome over the top of it to stop anyone from entering.

Walking over to it he saw what looked like a key pad but the second he touched it he felt a prick in his finger and yanked his hand back but saw the panel lit up, a robotic voice speaking "Jackson DNA detected, access granted."

"Sweet." He grinned but before he could go explore his new lair Beckendorf pulled him back.

"Hold up there hot shot. First you have to come meet the rest of the cabin." His Uncle said snickering at him.

"But I want to explore my lair!" he pouted but followed after his Cabin Leader to the forges.

"Cabin Nine!" Beckendorf called out as they walked in and another four Hephaestus cabin members turned to face him, "We have a new cabin mate here, our nephew Percy, the son of Sally Jackson."

"Seriously?" a little six year old asked him wide eyed, "I'm Harley! Nyssa tells me stories about your mom and she sounds awesome!"

"That she is little buddy." He said, ruffling the hair of his young Uncle.

"So let's grab Percy a sword-" Beckendorf began only for him to cut his Uncle off.

"Sorry Beck but there are only two swords I'll use and those are the ones that were stolen from me." At this point he scowled "I have some weapons to use in the meantime but I plan to get a quest as the council are required to give a reward to each quest member for a successful journey and I'm going to use mine to have Zeus make the person who stole my weapons give them back to me."

"Who-" the only girl of the cabin, who he guessed was Nyssa, began to ask before he held up his hand.

"I'll tell you the full story after I get them back. In the meantime these are my weapons." As he spoke he pulled out two divine silver pistols from the back of his belt, flicking a switch as they unfolded into a pair of hand scythes.

"Sweet." Harley said wide eyed.

"But impractical," Beckendorf frowned "arrows can be reused but bullets are a one off and there are limits to the amount of divine metals in the world and it isn't a big one."

"That's the beauty of it though my friend." He said as he turned one of them back into its pistol mode and showed that it was unloaded before he fired a bullet anyway, destroying a hunk of wood in a corner. "It's possible for gods to create divine metals at will but they only last a few hours, demigods can set up enchantments to create it but the time thing still applies. These are enchanted to create divine silver bullets and it doesn't matter that the bullets only last a couple hours."

"That's brilliant!" his Aunt said wide eyed as she inspected them, "You got anything else?"

"Those are close and mid range," he said as he rubbed his ring "this is long range." As he spoke his ring glowed and turned into a divine silver sniper riffle.

"Percy," a wide eyed Beckendorf said with a grin "I think you're going to fit in just fine around here.