Hey there BD here with a new story. It's the one I was planning on writing alongside the hanging Gardens; which is a Naruto story. Why change? Some may ask. Well it's because I started reading Percy Jackson fics first before any other and have finally decided to add my story to the good, bad, and worse of fiction.

Now this is my second story and first Percy Jackson story; wait till like the third chapter if you're going to shit on this story. Which for some reason if you're still reading it and you don't like it. All I gotta say is… (Whispers) I win bitch! But that's beside the point.

Now as I was saying this story will be a weird one because I haven't seen many that have started like the way I'm doing. (Just finish the chapter and then you'll see why.) the same concept yes I've seen many do, but the beginning no. another thing I'll be changing the appearance of the hellhounds from mastiffs in the original story to the hellhounds in Riddick. They'll keep their size but looks are different. Just look up hellhounds from Riddick. Reason? I'd be scared if I saw a giant mastiff coming at me but I'd shit myself if I saw this kind of hellhound running at me.

I will update this story randomly because like I said before I'm a junior with those damn tests this year and in other things all the while writing the other story which is my main. so please chill about updates.

And lastly I haven't picked out the pairing yet so wait.

Now shall we begin? Scarlet you may do the honors.

Scarlet 'Alright Master BD. Master BD does not own any of the Percy Jackson characters or books and belongs solely to Rick Riordan. Please go read and watch the official release.'

Chapter 1: A Primordial and a Mother

End of the second Titan War.

It's funny how fast a bad day can turn into a terrible one. One minute you're fighting a Titan and you think that you beat him; I mean having a dagger strike the only weak spot tends to give many that type of impression, but if you have the luck of a demigod; things never go that smoothly.

Here's the perfect example: Percy Jackson son of Poseidon thought he defeated the Titan King and is going to share a hug or passionate moment with his girlfriend Annabeth only to have said Titan's weapon (a scythe) shoved right under peck from the back. While said Titan holds said scythe in a reverse grip fashion.

'So much for being invincible guess the Achilles doesn't protect against Titan weapons.' Thought Percy. 'The scythe must of just finished forming as Kronos was dying.'

The hero Percy Jackson is facing his girlfriend, Annabeth, and has the blade of Kronos' scythe sticking right through him.

"Jackson! Just because I'm going to die. Doesn't mean I can't try to at least take you with me!" yells out Kronos.' As he once again takes control of the body that he and Percy's… friend?… Luke shared. As he dies from the knife in his Achilles heel.

So Kronos, true to his word ripped the scythe upward leaving a large gap that nearly separated Percy's arm. Only then did he dissolve into dust leaving only Percy and Annabeth in the council room of the gods.

All was silent as Annabeth watched her boyfriend stare at her with eyes full of pain, but strangely relief. The silence was broken only because of the sound that Percy made as he stood there and choked up a bit of blood before falling forward. As he fell Annabeth made to stop the fall, but was never able to because as she moved to catch him; time had stopped. Quite literally and four figures appeared.

The first looked like an old wizard one would see in a video game with a long white robe that went down to his feet and had a silver medallion that looked to have an hourglass on it. He had long white hair that went down to his shoulders and a white beard to go along with it. He also carried a white scythe that looked to have some sort of skull at the top facing away from the blade on the scythe. While the other three looked to be covered in brown and black rags that looked dirty and worn out. Each looking as if they had a foot in the grave.

"We told you not to interfere with this Chronos!" said the voice of an old woman

"We said not to, but-" said another but was smaller than the first.

"-here you are. What do you want with this hero?" asked the tallest only to continue before letting the primordial reply. "Even though he was not meant to die here; it still happened and we have set up a backup plan incase an error were to occur like the one now."

The smallest continued. "His younger brother who is only a year younger was meant to take his place in the next war if such an error were to occur."

"My nieces, I hope you know that you hold no power over us primordials. We are outside your power to control; as are the ones we chose to help or guide."

"Yes, we know this. That is why when you said that you planned to help this demigod we tried to keep you away. Now what do you want with the child. He is dying. "

At that Chronos smiled. "We primordials believe that the age of these gods are over and require… a new batch, as the people of this age would say."

The fates stared at the ancient god in horror and in awe. "You cannot simply decide when a new golden age may appear. Have you and the others even thought of the fallout of such an event. The amount of death and destruction that the war would cause not to mention that Gaea stirs as we speak."

"I have already had a talk with my sister on the subject as well as a few others, and all are in agreement that we need another golden age of gods. We ourselves won't rule if that's what you three are worried about. No, we have already selected our king that we will support and that boy. No, man. Right in front of you is the person I speak of." He then jested with his hand to the demigod that is frozen in time and dying.

"Chronos, even if you wanted to; the boy's soul is… was in the middle of disintegrating. The wound alone is fatal to the soul because by the looks of it Kronos intended to make this demigod fade."

"Now combine it with the fact that the weapon that caused that wound is the scythe of Kronos. His soul is incapable of being saved." Continued the other.

"His soul can be saved, but it will be incomplete; but that is why this may be an even better opportunity to do this. If were to have waited till the original time i feel that the process may have killed him. I also can't allow him to go through the normal cycle of rebirth for what we plan to do, or more correctly what we plan to give him."

This got the three thinking on what they planned to do before the smallest gasped and asked in a shaky voice. "You don't mean that you're going to give him that power. I have felt it reawaken recently and wondered who had awakened it. For only a primordial can wake the power and bestow it on to someone."

"Yes, that power. He is the only one we see as worthy to wield it. For he is loyal and has a sense of mortality that is almost incorruptible making it highly unlikely that he would go mad with the power that he will wield."

The tallest walked over in front of Percy as if examining him. "You wish, for this mortal. To rule and bring another golden age?"

The shortest then spoke. "As what? A king?"

Chronos then walks up to the still frozen Percy and places his hand on Percy's chin while looking him in his time frozen eyes. He then turns back to them with a smile that looked as if he had found something he was looking for. "If he so chooses. We the primordials have chosen. We feel we have manipulated for far too long and so have you. We will let him decide the future. Whether it be good, or bad. The present gods and world will be in his hands."

The fates again had a look of shock on their faces. "We can't allow that. Mortals and gods must have some sort of leash on them to control them. We can't allow it Chronos; we will oppose you at every turn and will pull all our strings against him."

"Sister wait!" shouted the smallest. It caused to the tallest to stop in her tirade and look back. "Sister don't you think it would be nice to rest. To let go and just let fate take its course. I mean; wouldn't it be nice to not worry about the mortals. If we let him decide then its as if we're letting fate decide for itself. You know as much as I do that fate can only be guided and pushed in the right direction. So why not just let it run its course without us manipulating it. If we let this go now we can finally be at rest and not worry anymore."

This caused the tallest to hesitate with a response and made her think about how it would be nice to rest. To not worry with what the mortals do and let fate run its course like it was meant to.

How it was REALLY meant to; without them or any other higher beings manipulating its course and most of the time messing it up even further.

'Yes that would be nice; not having to worry anymore.' She thought.

The medium one then spoke; surprising both sisters. "I accept. I no longer want to worry over the mortals, never want to think of ways to prevent things and I never want to watch and cause pain for 'the greater good of the world".

Then something happened that surprised everyone there. The middle sister began to shed tears. "I don't want to be hated anymore for the death of people we could have otherwise saved. I don't want to be the one to cause pain or be looked at as if I hate the world… I just… I just." She then fell to her knees covering her face as she cried even harder. "I just want it to end. I know you two do as well." She then looked at the people there with tears running down her face. "I know you both ignore it, but I know the both of you hear all the cursing of our names."

'Cursing of names?'Thought a confused Chronos, but then it dawned on him. They were like the primordials. Were even though they no longer ruled they still heard prayers that involved their domains on occasions if the thought was powerful enough.

He heard many prayers and begging from all creators. From animals to the most powerful gods sometimes all, most of the time, begging for more time whether it be to fix a mistake, stay with a loved one, or to ask for more time for a loved one. It was another, if small, reason why most of the primordials wish to fade, or at least want to stay in a slumbering state. For they all possess domains so broad, like darkness or time, that most of the powerful prayers are heard, and more often than not they received many that weren't very… pleasant. It was the same here only much worse, for the domain of fate is considered one of the biggest if not the biggest domain. So it was no surprise to him that they received many prayers that were powerful enough to get through and he was sure almost all were unpleasant to listen to.

"I can't take it anymore! I want it to end! Please!"

The smallest and tallest looked at each other with understanding in their eyes. While it was fun to watch over the humans sometimes, to help prevent the outcome of wars that would destroy the world or on occasion save a being. It was always outweighed by the stressful and saddening responsibility of doing what was good for the world. It made them kill people that were completely innocent. Drive the healthiest and peaceful people insane and murderous. It was a job that was difficult on the psyche; even for immortal beings like themselves it was still difficult.

The smallest went to her sister that was still crying and began to comfort her. While the tallest walked up again and looked the frozen boy in the eye. "Are you sure that he won't destroy the planet, universe or other universes?" She asks while she stares down the frozen boy,

Chronos looked at the tallest with eyes that sparkled; giving him a grandfatherly look. "While I can't say for certain I would have to bet against it. He still lives on this planet and if he did end up destroying it. It would be to rebuild from the ground up. To start over and wipe the slate clean with humanity which isn't a bad idea if you ask me." He says with a light chuckle.

The tallest then looked back at him and gave him a smile that radiated happiness. She then turned to the other sisters and walked toward them. She then placed a hand on both sister's face before chanting. "Then we agree to let fate flow as it was meant to. To let the current run its course; whether it be deep or shallow, raging or peaceful. Let it be known with Chronos as witness that we release our hold on the strings of life and death. We relinquish our claim to fate so that we may rest and be at peace." With that their bodies glowed and made a bright light within the frozen room.

As the fates released their power on the strings of fate Chronos watched with a smile that showed he was proud at the decision that his nieces made.

As the light faded completely Chronos watched with surprise at what the three sisters looked like. Each one not looking like old women that looked as if they had a foot in the grave but looking like nothing more than a toddler around the age of four years old. They all had shrunk to about four feet and looked to be covered in the rags that they wore when they first appeared here. Though they all looked the same with the exception of a slightly almost minute height differences and hair differences.

"We look so young." Said the smallest in delight.

"I wanted to make us a bit older than this but this can work, maybe." The tallest said.

"I… I…can't hear them anymore." Said, who Chronos assumed was the middle sister. "It's quiet." She said again as tears once again began to fall, but this time from happiness.

"Since we're young again let's pick new names. So we can blend in." said the tallest as the smallest hugged the middle with joy.

"Oh I want Chloe. It's the closest to my name and I kinda liked mine." Said the smallest now named Chloe. She had dirty blonde hair and lightly tanned skin with very blue almost purple eyes.

"I… I… I like Sophie" The middle now named Sophie said as she began to calm down. Sophie looked the same as Chloe with the exception that her hair was the lightest out of all of them with light blonde hair.

"I always liked Eva so that's mine name now." Exclaimed the tallest looking the same but with honey blonde hair.

The three then looked at their uncle with Eva, speaking first. "So what will you do with his soul now; since half the soul was destroyed."

Chronos looked at his now four? Year old nieces and chuckled amusingly. "I have to say that my nieces look much cuter now that they look so young." His comment got the three to blush from embarrassment. Though he became a bit more serious now that he talked about the boy. "Well the others and I wanted to wait until after the next war or during to confront him, because of what would have happened." He says in an almost pitying tone. The boy was destined to be another Greek hero where he does good but is screwed in the end because of the gods.

"Yes we foresaw it and we would have let it happen but as you see it is now impossible. So what do you plan to do?" asked Chloe.

"Well that's easy… Sort of. I will take his soul and fill the missing half with the power. It will give his soul time to adapt to the power as he grows and will be able to accept it fully when he is older. We will also give him a new body and we have already chosen the mother that will raise him."

"Oh, who is the mother then? Is she a deity?" Asked Sophie.

"No… We thought that since he will have that power he should be born from one." Chronos said as he walked to Percy to begin the process of taking his soul out of his body.

"Wait you can't mean a mon-" asked Eva.

"Yes, we have selected someone to carry him and she will hopefully not kill him."

"Won't this cause a problem later if he ever remembered his past?" Asked Chloe.

"Well we planned on sealing his memories away and we were going to ease him into them with dreams but we are unsure at the moment." Chronos then turned and allowed the sisters to see the soul he had in his hand.

At first when they saw it. It looked like a little white orb of energy that fit in the palm of his hand. Chronos then walked to them and showed what he held. In his hand was a baby that was curled up and looked to be made of some sort of white energy.

"It's so cute" said Sophie quietly. As if not to wake the child who looked to be sleeping.

"I regressed the soul of the child to that of an infant but kept the memories within untouched. He will remember who he was in time but in the meantime he shouldn't remember a thing as long as nothing traumatic happens or we're forced to bring them to the surface." He said as he watched his nieces look at the childlike soul in his hand with wonder. Though looking at his nieces he came up with an idea to help them and give them something to live for as mortals or partial immortals if they wish to be later.

"Hmm, looking at you now it almost seems as if you're infatuated with the boy." He said with a chuckle as he saw the look of embarrassment on their faces. "Why not help take care of him?"

None of them said anything as they looked up at him with eyes that seem to go through a mix of emotions. Though Sophie spoke first in a shaky voice. "Can we really?"

Chloe and Eva looked at her surprised again. They felt as if the person next to them wasn't their sister with all that has happened today. They thought that they understood each other well enough to guess each other's reactions and answers, but with Sophie acting so differently than she normally does debunked that thought.

"Yes you may. I will make sure to tell your mother to mention it to the new mother, but I must know now so that I may tell her."

Sophie looked to her sisters with pleading eyes. Hoping that they would come along with her; she always wanted a child of her own and while it wouldn't be her child she could help raise a demigod whose life she had a hand in ruining.

"If you want to; I don't see why not. It could be good for us and…" Eva started but paused.

Though Chloe continued "It can be redemption for us. In helping raise a demigod… well… god now. We can redeem ourselves." She said with a voice that was trickled in pain.

"Then I will inform your mother now. Come here so that I can bring you somewhere to rest and wait until the new mother is ready."

As they walked towards him Eva asked the question on everyone's mind. "Umm, uncle who is the mother that you have selected?"

As they grabbed on to Chronos he smiled. "Oh, forgot to tell you." He said sheepishly and looked down at his three nieces and then smiled.

"Medusa."

Battle of Manhattan: right after they leave.

'To think I rushed over here to help fight in this war. Only to show up and see that we're losing the Titans dead and so is most of the army along with my sisters. What a waste of time.' Were the thoughts of Medusa.

Medusa was by no means a ugly monster. She was still quite beautiful with her olive skin slim and well sculpted body. She wore a black corset that was made of leather and wore tight leather pants that clung to her body. Both were trimmed with white. And to finish the look she had black leather thigh high combat boots. (For face think clash of the titans 2010)

Medusa looks over the battlefield as the monster are slowly pushed back. She knew that as soon as the last Titan was killed they would lose the battle. It was almost embarrassing. To think that all the monsters down there on the battlefield were feared throughout the Greek world and now they were looked down on by demigods. Looked at as weak beasts with the exception of a few; like herself.

"I have no reason to stay here if they are destined to fail." She said quietly to herself.

She then walked to the edge of the building she was on and jumped off using her iron like nails/claws to grip the side of the building to slow her fall. As she reached the ground she looked down the alleyway towards the battle and sighed in disappointment. Only to turn back around and proceed to walk in the opposite direction away from the fighting.

"It's good that you saw no point in fighting. I would have had to stop you then if you did." Said a female's voice.

The voice sounded silky and calm. Almost relaxing she dare say, and she knew that the creature was either very powerful or very stupid if it sounded relaxed while speaking to her.

Medusa looked up and down the alley seeing no-one within the alley. She was going to continue walking out of the alley; when all of a sudden the owner of the voice jumped out of the shadows on the ground grabbed her face and held it inches from her own.

Medusa, one of the most frightening monsters was scared stiff as the... human? No, the creature that resembled a woman, held her head in her hands all the while she radiated an old and fighting aura that was filled with power.

"Now i know why you were convened by so many during your years as a human, and why Athena was so jealous." said the woman creature.

"What?" Was the only thing that could escape her mouth.

"Your eyes; they're beautiful. So light a brown that they resemble glistening gold." said the woman in a soothing voice as she backed away from her and let go of her head.

This allowed Medusa to jump back and get into a stance as if ready to pounce at the speaker. While her head full of snakes hissed and waved sporadically looking and smelling the woman in front of her.

"My dear there is no reason to be afraid. I have not come to harm you. So please relax. In fact, I've come to offer you something that I doubt you would deny." Again the voice said.

"Who are you?" she asked.

When Medusa saw her she was awestruck. The woman was a beautiful with fair skin and long flowing silky jet black hair. She wore a black long sleeve floral lace dress that came to just above the knees.

"I am Nyx primordial of darkness and mother of hellhound, fates and many others to sum it up."

Medusa looked at the woman in awe and a bit jealous, because she once upon a time looked like that; beautiful and young. Though she was brought out of her thoughts quickly once hearing her name. "That's impossible, the primordials are dead, gone, faded away. The only that remain are Gaea and Tartarus. Though Tartarus is but a shell and home for us monsters." She said but Nyx heard her emphasis on home, but not monster.

"I agree that no one not even monsters should be condemned to that place. Only the filth of the world, but you said monster as if you are one." Nyx took a breath and then continued. "Do you believe yourself a monster?" She asked.

Medusa looked at her quizzically. 'Is this some sort of test?' Were her thoughts. "Yes I do." She said hesitantly.

"Oh that's a shame. We thought that you were the one." she sighed before continuing. "Oh well, I guess we'll have to ask someone else to carry the child." Nyx said almost mockingly. She then turned and walked to the shadow and began to slowly sink into it but stopped as she heard Medusa yell out.

"Wait! Child? What do mean?" She asked frantically.

Nyx smiled and then turned around and had a face that showed dramatized worry. "Oh, us primordials were going to give the gift of a child to a monster and that monster was you, but we needed someone that didn't see themselves as a monster, well fully at least, because the child was once a mortal human and will look and act like a human. We thought that since you were once a human. That you had some sort of humanity left but I guess not. We also thought that since you, unlike most monsters, can't reproduce. So we thought to grace you with one." Nyx then took a thinking pose. "Maybe Arachne would accept; though she is in Rome at the moment. So that would be a bit difficult." She thought allowed.

While Nyx rambled Medusa was in shock. The primordials, who she assumed have faded, we're offering her the chance to have a child. Something that she never had the chance to have. Unless you count Pegasus but that didn't really count because she had it from the rape of Poseidon. Don't get her wrong even though Pegasus sides with the gods she still loved it because it was her child in a weird sort of way… it was confusing ok!

"Wait! I'll take the child." She said hurriedly.

"Oh? But you said that you see yourself as a monster. I don't see why we should let you take care of a child that was once a human."

"I can care for it. I took care of my youngest sister when we lived a thousand years ago. I know how to raise a child and care for it far more than most monsters." Medusa practically begged.

"Ohhh, I don't know. A lot of responsibility comes with raising this child. He will mold the rest of the world and future. So I don't know if you should. I mean if you raise him wrong he many destroy the world and universe as we know it." She said; though lied about the universe. She knew that if he wasn't raised right the demigod could destroy the world, even if he gained back the memories of his past.

"Mold the world? What do you mean?"

"Well that's because you won't be carrying any random child. You'll be carrying a godling."

The shock on medusa's face would have been priceless and probably would have won awards for best shocked face if Nyx had taken a picture. "So, do you still want it? Do you still want to carry a godling?"

Medusa was hesitated once again weighing whether or not she could care for a godling, but Nyx answered some questions that she was about to ask.

"If you do take the godling he will act like any other human child. Though he will age at a slightly increased rate, but it's hard to say how fast he will age in both mind and body, but I do believe that you will have a few years before he will have to meet his 'sponsor' if you can call it that."

"Sponsor?"

"One primordial wishes to bless him. He said something about 'fitting nicely with his domain'."

"He has a domain already? Don't godlings have to wait for their domains to… awaken; I guess is the right word."

"Normally they do, but this is a human we have chosen to lead this world, if he chooses to that is, but considering what his domain entails. It would always be there and be awake the moment he is born. Hell it'll probably be sooner than that considering that monsters have very acute senses."

"Monsters? Why would monsters… be able… to… Wait! You mean tha-" Nyx cut her off though as she was about to yell out in surprise.

"Yes. Monsters will have a god, and you will carry him and bring him into the world." Nyx said with a smile. "All we ask is that you love and care for the child while he grows. To be there when he cries, when he's happy and when he is ready to move on. I ask this because even though his early life wasn't the worst. It still wasn't the best, so please care for the child. He will face many challenges in the years to come." She paused to gouge the reaction from the snake headed woman and what she saw surprised her.

Medusa did not cry out in joy or react badly. She just smiled and looked at the primordial as if she had just given her the world. Which Nyx guessed she was. What they offered her was a second life basically. A chance to start over and raise a child that would help her race in the future a race that while powerful and strong; was weak and unstable at the same time.

"Your reaction to my words shows what I think your answer is, but you must make the final decision." Nyx then reached out her hand to Medusa. "Do you accept what we offer you and promise to protect and raise the child. To raise him as both a human and monster so that he may bring peace and understand the balance of both worlds?"

Medusa looked at the hand. 'This is the start of a new life she thought.' As she raised her hand and allowed Nyx to pull her towards her and have her stand next to her.

"Oh, Medusa I almost forgot. You will have a few helping hands to help you with the child." Nyx said as they began to sink into the shadow.

"What do you mean?"

"My daughters said they'd help." Nyx said with a hundred-watt smile.

"Wait, which one?" She asked as they were both absorbed into the ground. Leaving no trace that they were there with the exception of a claw marks on the side of the building."

After time was unfrozen (play Moonsong by: Adrian first one)

All was silent as Annabeth watched her boyfriend stare at her with eyes full of pain, but strangely relief. The silence was broken only because of the sound that Percy made as he stood there and choked up a bit of blood before falling forward. As he fell Annabeth made to stop the fall and she did, sliding under him to catch his weight; with him landing on her.

"Percy!" She yelled out

No response. She turned him over on his back and adjusted him so that his head is on her lap. She then cupped his face in her hands.

"Come on seaweed brain. Wake up." She said as tears started to fall.

Again no response.

"Please don't leave me." Tears started to freely fall from her eyes.

At that moment that doors to the council room were slammed open and in walked the gods and demigods that fought down on the streets. Each and everyone either a friend and comrade of war. Though, she notices some that stand out from others.

The first was Poseidon. As he walked in he held a smile on his face expecting to see his son there. Healthy with maybe some minor wounds but what he walked into wasn't what he expected. He knew that Kronos wasn't alive because they could still feel the power that radiated off their thrones as he got closer to the throne room, but he didn't think that Kronos would take his son with him to the grave.

The sea god ran to his son and kneed beside the girl that held his son and looked at him. His son held no pained face or one of sorrow but instead one of peace. The face that showed that he was happy and relieved at how things had transpired.

The next was Thalia, as she looked at the boy that was her cousin and closest friend. She looked heartbroken and allowed the tears to flow freely. She was hugged by another hunter that Annabeth didn't recognize and quietly sobbed into her shoulder.

Then there was Nico. He looked like something died within him as he looked at his 'brother' and closest friend's body half expecting him to just jump up and yell "Surprise!" He knew that while it was highly unlikely; it was still possible to die with the curse of Achilles in battle.

The rest looked on with sadness or held no expression. Hestia looked on with sorrow as one of the few demigods that acknowledged her laid there. Clarisse tried to hide it but she saw some tears. The Stolls looked on with sadness. Will and Michel both looked down as to offer respect.

Poseidon looked at his son's body and whispered to himself. "I'm so sorry my son. I never wanted this for you."

Later at Camp Half Blood

The battle was over and night had fallen. The camp was neither in the mood to celebrate or party. They could only grieve as they all mourned the deaths of the deceased and heroes that had fallen that day.

Never would they be paraded around like war heroes or grieved by millions as they rest. No, this was the demigod life. Where all your wars were in secret and the fallen were never fully recognized. The fallen would be turned to ash and maybe a memorial built in there honor that would never seen by them or the world because the world new nothing about them.

They all stood at the front were they lined up shrouds side by side. Each for a demigod that had died during the battle along with the weapon that said demigod or hunter fought with. There were demigods of all the gods and they even built shrouds for the hunters but at the center of all the shrouds was a green shroud with a very familiar bronze sword in front of it.

Hestia walked in front of the group and cleared her voice to get their attention. "On this night we offer our respect to the children that put their lives on the line for us. The strong and brave, courageous and kind. We offer this to the souls that pass and hope that they go to the Plains of Elysium or are offered a chance to be reborn into a better life than the one they had." She then walked to the center where Percy's shroud lay and rested a hand on his. "Percy we thank you for your sacrifice and defeating Kronos when we could not. We will always remember you." She whispered and then turned to the group again. "All hail Perseus! Slayer of Kronos and Bane of The Titans!" She yelled and with that all the demigods bent to one knee

"Hail Perseus! Slayer of Kronos! Bane of Titans" The demigods shouted.

And with that she used her power over the hearth to create a fire that would burn all the shrouds starting with Percy's.

"Goodbye Perseus." She whispered as she walked away; letting a single tear fall from her eye as she walked back to the front to where the rest of the surviving demigods and hunters stood as they mourned the loss of their hero's. All watching as the flames licked the shrouds and lit them ablaze in a way that was mesmerizing.

Some would even later claim seeing animals made of flames standing next to some of the shrouds as they burned as if standing guard to protect the body that lay in side. While others would say that they saw some of the fallen stand beside their shroud in younger states of their lives smiling and even waving at friends that were there.

Never before had the demigods and hunters seen a fire that was so filled with life and sorrow. Never had they thought that fire could come to life as it did that night. As the fire burned the shrouds of the fallen, but the gods have seen it before.

The gods only saw it when Hestia either was extremely sad or joyful and to say that they were surprised was an understatement, but none said a thing. As they all glanced at the goddess that controlled the flames in front of them all seeing the tears that fell from her chin from behind her as she let her emotions control the flames. Each one wondering why she cared so much for the demigods as much as she did considering none were her children, but again they did not ask.

For that night, was filled with a sorrow that left many crying into the night as they all eventually left. Leaving only the swords that were there in the middle of the field marking where the final resting place for where the bodies of the heroes were.

Ok thats a good spot to leave it. To start off i know some will be hesitant to read this because stories like this aren't normally finished. Well i plan to finish this or at the very least ask someone else to finish it if i can't.

Next the reason i choose to do what i did some may ask. Well in all honesty I've had this idea brewing in the back of my head for a while now and I couldn't figure out what universes to do it in. originally i planned for this to be a bleach fic but there were a few that were already like this and i know while there are a few with there being a god of monsters its either indirect or it's never finished. So basically the reason is because I wanted to.

Why medusa? Ehh thought it would be good. Not may fics with medusa.

Goal in story/end point? Not a clue really. Just wanted to get idea out and leave a lot of open room to build and grow. Still don't know where i want to take this. That's another reason why i won't be updating this fast.

Pairings? I know some will be pm-ing me about this. I don't know but i think it will be a monster. So chill.

I think that covers most things; so if any of you have QUESTIONS PM ME! (Only questions) Comments and reviews on the story in the comment section.

Also i encourage you to tell me if you think i missed something or left plot holes in my story. Just keep the flames a little low please. No need to roast me when addressing the grammar.

Oh last thing since i don't really know where to take this I'm open to suggestions and am (if necessary) willing to rewrite first chapter. PM me about those. That's the only other thing to PM me about ok.

Now with that out of the way I think that's it.

So wherever you are have a safe day wherever you live BD out.