Percy Jackson: The Cursed Hunter

A/N: There was another chapter posted, you can find it in the auxiliary volume because it's another set of musings I had and would interrupt the flow of the story.

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[Shalom - Age 13]

I had ended up giving him free roam of my realm here on Olympus, provided he didn't try and leave.

Why?

Well, I would've liked to say that it was because he was literally the most beautiful human specimen that I had met, far passing the likes of Adonis and Narcissus, and that I wanted him as a trophy.

Yet, I knew that it was probably because of something deeper that I decided to keep him around.

His refreshing take on me... well, I might have just wanted to feel more of that feeling.

All in all though, he was interesting.

I even considered just changing his appearance to that of his 19 year old self so that we could have so fun.

Yet, something stopped me.

I knew I would regret it if I did it.

He was the first male I had ever seen to not pop an erection around me. Ares, Zeus, Poseidon, even Hades would pop one in my presence.

Sure, it helped that he had no dick in the first place, but even then, his blood never even rushed to his legs.

Although I could have blamed this on the Hunters' cursed teachings, it more likely had to do with something from his past life.

But, I wouldn't ask.

Hades, I wouldn't even push him towards me for some goddamn reason that I couldn't make sense of.

After all, what was 7 years to me?

I was an immortal, I could wait.

Thus, I would just watch and observe...

...to see if he could continue to bring out this feeling in me.

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Well, I was now a prisoner, effectively.

I mean, if you could even call this a prison.

It was a nice place, overbearingly pink would be my only knock on it.

The rooms, thank the gods for this, changed based on the user's preference, and I had woken up in a different bedroom from before, this room being blank and white, with only a hard bed in it.

Immediately recognizing that it was the bedroom I had inhabited during my... "training" which had taken up a majority of my past life, I cringed, but did accept the fact that I felt... normal, in this strange luminescence.

The florescent lights did no favors to my sleep, but it seems, even now, I was still comforted by them.

Entering, and sleeping in this room had been my only respite after all back then.

Shaking my head as I cleared my mind of less than savory thoughts, I got up, feeling the muscles in my body and the control I currently had over them.

'I'll need to build them up again, techniques shouldn't be a problem though...'

And then, there was also the problem, no, question of cursed energy.

I could feel it now, I was pretty sure I could manipulate it now, but I had no clue what direction I wanted to take with it.

If I had been reborn in my old world, I could've literally made up any technique, and it would've been useful in the war.

But here, I needed something a lot stronger if I wanted to be on par with the immortals, for the inevitable day that I would need to battle some of them.

After all, I couldn't just let the titans or Gaea take over, especially since Percy was no longer in this world.

'I have four years.'

Four years until the start of canon.

Four years until Luke, Annabeth, and Thalia along with the hunters would make their desperate attempt to reach camp.

Looking in the singular mirror in my room, I smiled.

This would be fun.

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"Is there a reason you're in your 13 year old form?"

Honestly, I was appalled right now.

A 13 year old had no right to have that much makeup on their face. If there had been a trash can nearby, I would've thrown up in it immediately.

"Hey! Isn't that rude?"

Right, mind reading powers. I had let that slip my mind for a second.

"You still haven't answered my question." I replied indifferently, a little annoyed that she had interrupted my training when she had burst into my room.

Seeing her continue to stay silent, I continued.

"You do know that I'm mentally over 50 right? Just because I'm in a 13 year old's body doesn't mean that I'm attracted to other 13 year olds."

"Hmph, I'm not just trying to get in your pants okay? Mind your own business, and I'll mind my own business."

For a second, I thought that her pout was cute, before banishing the thought from my mind.

"Well, it does seem that my 13 year old body is getting to you!" She gleefully said, pointing her figure at me whilst emphasizing those certain words.

"Now, is it not fully within my rights to call a child cute?" I cut back, feeling myself falling into a rhythm I hadn't felt in... forever.

I had to admit. Even though I had only known her for two days, bantering with her seemed fun, almost natural to me.

She opted to not even acknowledge the previous insult that I had thrown at her, instead asking, "Are you going to be dismissing your blessing though? I'd imagine that you don't want to be stuck in that body for the rest of your life, especially considering your... specialties."

Man, I really did need to remember that the gods and goddesses were a lot smarter than they were portrayed in the show.

After all, no matter how dumb they were, they still had literally billions of years of experience and wisdom to make up for it.

And, being the war-liking gods that they had been, it was no surprise that a member of the Greek Pantheon was versed in the habits of a... killer? Assassin? I honestly didn't know what to classify myself as.

"You're right..." I said, narrow my eyebrows whilst thinking. "Should I just sacrifice a letter to Artemis to tell her to take away my blessing?"

It'd be pretty easy to make an excuse like, "Now that I'm fully a part of the mortal world, I would like to grow up and live a normal life, so could you please retract your blessing from me?"

"Yes, that'd work I think."

Well, if Aphrodite, Artemis' enemy who had been at odds with her for who knows how long and knew her personality down to a tee said that, then who would I be to not go forward with this.

I mean, I knew that Aphrodite was pushing me to do this for... reasons that made my 13 year old body shudder, but hey, as long as I didn't have my little brother, I would be safe...

I think.

"Please don't tell me you have a male form...?" I asked, the desperation quite evident in my voice.

"Of course I do, all the god's are technically gender fluid."

She had been looking around my room, not that there was much to even look at, and had been thinking deeply about something when I interrupted her, so she had just sidedly answered my question.

It took her another 30 seconds before she realized why I had been asking that.

Watching as an evil look appeared on her face, I couldn't help but scoot further away from her.

"Oh... My dear Shalom... You have no idea what's coming to you, hehehe..."

As her eyes bore into mine, I became paralyzed, maybe even a little enchanted.

And then we both burst out laughing.

"That was a, hahaha, good one, hahahaha, Aphrodite."

"Awww, man. You weren't even afraid a tiny bit?" She asked, a little bit of disappointment filtering into her voice, but still laughing nonetheless.

Three days ago, I would've never imagined that I would have ever spent a good time bantering and laughing with a god.

Yet, here I was, enjoying the atmosphere around us, and more, her presence.

I didn't know why, but it just felt so right.

Ah, I could get used to this.

Afterwards, I had forgotten about training, as I flopped into my bed as she had sat cross legged on it.

We ended up talking about random things, normal things, late into the night.

Sure, we had skirted around more sensitive topics, and the conversations had been pretty shallow.

She no longer treated me as a kid, and I no longer treated her as a god that I needed to tread carefully around.

At the end of the day, we were just two souls, enjoying a pleasant conversation with each other, as equals.

How...

Refreshing.