Before you begin this story!

I have to tell you that I will update this fic as I feel like it, when I have inspiration. So it will go way slower than The Son of Hestia or A Broken Hero.

Now, it's a Hunter Percy story, I don't have pairings yet, Maybe Khione, I don't know.

Also, I won't make Zoë speak in old English for a vey simple reason. I simply don't know how to speak like this. I think that's a good excuse x)

Enjoy and stay awesome bros!

A woman in her mid thirties was running in Yellowstone Park, behind her was giant black dogs with red glowing eyes trying to bite her. She what it was, her lover told her about them, Hellhounds. The creatures were trying to harm her son, and she couldn't allow that. So she was running.

In her arms was her four years old son, crying and looking at her with fear. The woman smiled weakly at him and put a pen in his pocket.

"Take this, the pen will protect you." Said the woman with difficulty.

She was about to arrive in a river when she tripped on a hidden root and the boy was projected in the water, hitting his head on a rock as he landed. He passed out, relieving him of the sight of her mother being killed.

When he woke up, Percy saw a tree, he didn't know where he was, what he was doing here or how he arrived here. In fact, the only thing he knew was his name, and a phrase.

The pen will protect you. Percy frowned and sat, around him was only trees. He got up and decided to walk.

It has been a week since his wake up. And he kept walking, stopping sometime to search food like berries and fruit. During this week, he also was attacked by a strange animal. It was a bit like him, except that the legs were mismatch and she had terrifying claws. He had remembered about the pen and had clicked on it.

The pen had grown into a gleaming bronze sword. And when the strange lady attacked, he had immediately reacted, instinctively, he had dodged the blow and counter attacked. He kept battling for a while until he finally killed his attacker. She turned in a strange gold dust and Percy had walked away from the scene.

He also discovered that his sword was useless against normal looking animals, only the strange ones. So he used a sharp stone and the bones of a dead bear to make a knife, a dagger, and a spear.

I should train with my weapons. I don't know when I could meet another monster. And the quicker I kill them, the faster I am safe. Thought the young boy as he looked at his different tools. He had put the dagger between his belt and pants, the knife in the back of his pant and managed to make a archaïc holder for his spear. His sword was always in his pocket in a pen form.

And that is how Percy began to train as he was travelling randomly. As he was training and walking, he became faster with them and more agile.

After a year of this life, he became agile, stealthy. He was often travelling in the trees, feeling completely at ease in them. Well, not at first. He really struggled to climb in them, and after that, to walk in the branches. But after a few months, he became as a part of the trees. running as fast as on the ground.

But where he was feeling home was in water. Whenever he was dipping in a stream, or the large, endless body of water, that his mind was naming sea, he was relaxed. He didn't need to breath air as he could breath underwater.

He also learned how to make clothes. Because after a while, his current ones became too torn to be useful. So he used the remaining pieces to make strings, he carved a needle in bones, and used remainings of animals, cleaning them and he sewed the pieces together to make a cloth.

His first result was ugly, he knew it. But he also knew it would keep him warm.

And so he trained into sewing too.

It has been four years since his wake up. He learned how to use every weapon he had. During those four years, he also managed to master sewing. He also learned that tanned hide was better to make usual clothes, but fur was excellent in capes or blankets.

Now, he had on a homemade leather armor. He had reinforcement on the articulations. Above his head was a hood, protecting him from the sun and the rain. He successfully made fitting boots, ones that protected him from hurting his feet but allowing him to feel the ground and branches.

He made leather sheaths for his three bone weapons. He also had to make a new spear when his broke. He had hardened the wood by putting it before under the ashes of his campfire.

He also replaced his bone knife with a steel ne he found in a clearing. He was taking great care of it, knowing it's value and utilities.

During his travels, he saw from afar, huge grey constructions, moving metal boxes and other scary things like that. He never came close to that, no trusting it, and remained in the nature, where he was feeling safer.

He also trained in a power he discovered by accident. He could manipulate water and ice.

He was still a bit hesitant in it. It was harder and completely different than weapons or sewing.

He also made a pet of a Merlin, a small white falcon that he named Snow.

He was living rather peacefully, destroying the monsters that were coming to him.

This peaceful life ended with a silver arrow.

He was resting on a branch, carving a small piece of wood with his knife when he felt uneasy. He ducked and just above his whizzed a silver arrow.

He jumped down the tree and took his spear. He faced the origin of the arrow, and out of it walked group of preteen girls. One with black hair and matching eyes walked and aimed at him.

"Tell me boy What are you doing near our camp!" Asked the girl. Percy understood what she said but, due to the lack of use, his voice was extinct. So he growled, to advert the girls to not approach.

His unusual answer, his animalistic growl took the Huntresses back. But they readied their bows. The girl sneered.

"Look at that girls! A real male! An animal! It's time to hunt." Percy's muscles tensed and he jumped in the tree, climbing so fast he was only a blur.

The huntresses looked up, trying to find the boy. But they couldn't see him.

They made a circle, facing away from each other, but Percy landed at the middle of everyone and tripped them down with a circular blow at their legs. He looked at them and began to write in the dirt with his spear.

The black-haired girl jumped on her feet and looked at the boy with eyebrows frowned. She walked to him and looked at what he was writing, it was in Greek.

I didn't know you were there, I am living here since a year and never saw you. If my presence annoy you, I will leave.

Just know that I didn't want to growl at you, it is just my first contact with humans in four years. I just don't know how to use my voice anymore.

I swear to you I have no intention of harming any of you girls in any way.

I will leave now. If you need help, try to contact Percy Jackson.

The young wild man looked up and nodded to her before walking to a random direction. But he was stopped by the girl grabbing his wrist.

"I'm Zoe, Zoe Nightshade. Come with us Percy, my mistress will be interested in you." Percy looked hesitant for a moment before he nodded. Then he raised his hand in a waiting gesture and walked to the tree he was in and took his bag. He whistled loudly surprising the now awake huntresses. Snow landed on his left shoulder and Zoë looked at the bird with stars in the eyes.

Percy nodded at the black haired girl and the hunt plus Percy walked in the woods.

When they arrived at their camp. The young boy tensed and put a hand in his pocket, gripping his pen. He was sensing something powerful nearby. The girl saw him tense and decided to wait and see what would happen. A voice made itself heard from behind him.

"Who are you boy?"

Percy jumped and rolled away and faced the potential threat. He uncapped his sword and growled. And then stopped, confused.

Before him was a twelve years old girl with silver eyes.

He frowned and growled softly. At the same time, water rose from beneath the ground and solidified in feet-long picks pointing to the girl and floating in the air. The river nearby began to be agitated and the girl frowned. Before she could do anything. Zoë spoke.

"Percy. This is Artemis, our patron, a goddess." Said the huntress. And instantly, the picks melted, soaking the ground and the river calmed down. Percy expertly changed in a reverse grip on his sword and unsheathed his dagger. His eyes showed a bit of fear before steeling himself and using his powers again. Waterbegan to swirl slowly around him, ready to defend it's master.

Artemis frowned and in a flick of her wrist, blasted Percy away in a tree. The demigod grunted andraised on his feet. He glared at the goddess before nodding and lowering his weapons, noticing the gap between their powers, him being at the bottom.

He opened his mouth and tried to talk. Unfortunately only a weird sound came out of it and he flinched, annoyance and defeat clearly visible on his face. He looked at Zoë And pleaded her with his eyes. She nodded.

"Milady. This young boy was near our camp. We taunted him and tried to take him down with our arrows but before we could do anything, he climbed in the trees at blinding speed and managed to trip us all. He then explained to us writing in the dirt his story in vague lines." Artemis nodded and seemed vaguely impressed with the feat of the boy.

"Why did it stopped you to kill him?" Asked the goddess, an eyebrow raised. Percy scowled, his grip tightened on his weapon.

"We are his first contact in four years milady, and his text was in Greek yet he understand English." Artemis' eyes widened and she stared at the young hunter.

"Who is your parent boy? And who gave you those weapons and clothes?" Asked the goddess. Percy sighed and took his dagger from his boot and began to write in the dirt at high speed. Artemis frowned.

"Why don't you talk?" Zoë stepped in.

"His voice is extinct Milady. He didn't use it in almost five years after all." Artemis nodded and looked at the boy's text.

I always had my sword/pen, the rest, I crafted it myself through hard work and tries. As for my parents, I have none, I am a Child of the Wild. I always lived alone in the wilderness. That is where I woke up in my first memory. This took the goddess aback.

"So you lived in the wilderness all your known life? Interesting. Maybe you can be different. But first, I need to call my brother for your voice. I'll be back." Said the young silver eyed girl before she walked to her tent. A few minutes later, a gold flash was perceptible coming from the same tent and Artemis came back with a man, around twenty five, with bright blue eyes, blond hairs and blinding smile.

"Hey kiddo! I'm Apollo! So, you're the awesome buddy who took down the hunt huh. Good job. Now let me see your throat please." Said the god with a cheerful voice. When he mentioned Percy's win over the hunt, the huntresses scowled. The young hunter's eyes narowed and a low, menacing growl came out of his mouth. His bod tensed, as ready to fight or run. Apollo looked taken aback and Artemis sighed.

"Perseus. Show him your throat, he will heal you. That's an order." Artemis' hand began to glow and preservation instincts took over Percy. He obeyed.

Percy raised his head and Apollo's hand glowed a bit above his throat.

"All done! Try to speak." Said the god. Percy looked hesitant but tried anyway.

"Hello Lord Apollo." When clear words came from his mouth, Percy's eyes widened and tears began to appear in them. But he took the god in a tight hug. Repeating the same mantra over and over.

"Thank you thank you thank you." Apollo laughed it off and looked at him seriously.

"So tell me. You really lived in the wild by yourself all this time?" Asked the god of healing with what sounded like concern. Percy nodded shyly and Apollo sighed.

"Artemis." Called the god. This startled her. He never called her by her name apart when he was really serious. "Can you take care of him. He is more a hunter than a demigod. Teach him to be a great man please." The goddess tried to answer by the negative, but what happened next would be carved in her memory forever. A tear was running down his left cheek. He stared at her.

"Please Artemis. I've seen the boy's fate. Do this for me please. Raise him to be the greatest fighter, and the best man possible. Raise him like you wanted him to be. I beg you. For his sake, and ours." Artemis instantly understood. He was the child of the prophecy. And she was charged to raise him. She nodded. Apollo smiled and thanked her. He turned to the confused demigod and gave him a smile.

"So Percy, do you mind to become my Champion. I would raise you as my son, well,when I can since my sis won't let me enter her camp to often. It would give you immortality. You would age until sixteen, and then, never age. But you could still die in battle. You would immune to the effect of the sun and light, which means that you would never be blinded, you would be able to bear hot temperatures. You will be able to have great music talents. Your speechcraft will greatly improve too. Unfortunately, I have seen in your future that you will always suck with a bow. Too bad huh?" Proposed Apollo, joking at the end. Percy chuckled and pondered the question for a bit.

"Okay, I'm in. And don't worry about the bow thing. I don't like archery anyway. I'll balance it with exceptional swordsmanship that's all." Shrugged the demigod. Apollo laughed.

"I like you Perce, I can already tell you're awesome. Now be still" Percy stopped moving instantly, looking like a statue, making the witnesses chuckle. Apollo sent a blast of gold light on Percy and smiled. Percy answered his smile. He was more graceful, a barely visible golden glow coming from him.

"Thanks Dad. I promise I won't disappoint you." Said Percy. Apollo took his new champion in his arms and smiled wider.

"I know Perce. I will love you. And I will take care of you like I always wanted with my other children." whispered the god. Artemis realized at that moment that even if he slept with many women, and had a lot of child. He loved every single one. This touching scene was interrupted by a growl.

Percy instantly jumped on his feet and faced the origin of the growl. He was facing ten wolves, and the closer one was a huge black furred and red eyed wolf. Percy took his spear and made it swirl around with ease before taking it strongly with two arms, pointing at the wolf. The growling intensified and Percy's eyes narrowed and he growled back, deeper, louder. He used the presence of water nearby to intensify his aura. No letting his fear taking over, the wolf jumped at Percy but the boy squatted before jumping and spin, landing a hard kick on the wolf side and sending him in a tree. The wolf shot on his paws and circled around the boy. Percy dropped his spear and readed his fists.

The huntresses shook their heads at the stupidity of the boy. Zoë was about to call the wolves back when Artemis raised her hand.

"I want to see how he will handle it." Said the goddess with a small smirk. The wolf jumped on Percy who avoided at the last moment and kneeing the animal. The wolf dropped heavilly on the floor. And Percy jumped on him. He tried to lock him down but the brawl continued on the floor. Rolling, growling. And after ten minutes, they stopped.

Percy was on top. Pinning the animal down. He had a knee on it's mouth, another on the rear of the body of the wolf, each hand pinning two legs. The boy was in a bad shape, blue bruises on a cheek, his leather armor was torned apart, deep wounds showing and bleeding. But he didn'tseem to mind. In a low, deep and growling voice, he talked to the wolf.

"Stand down." And the wolf stopped resisting. His eyes passed from red to green and Percy's passed to a deep glowing ruby color. Percy stood up and

Soon, the alpha backed down and looked at him with wariness. Percy walked close to him and put a hand on his head, petting him.

"Don't worry friend, I won't hurt you or your pack." Said the demigod. The wolf sat and Percy smiled.

He turned to the Hunt and Zoë smirked while Apollo began to take care of Percy's wounds.

"Well, we know what your role will be now and where you will sleep, but I'm curious, how did you managed to speak with the alpha of our wolf's pack?" Asked the lieutenant. Percy seemed sheepish.

"Well, it's not like we speak to each other, it's more like I understand what they want to tell me, it's instinct. I developed during my life. Which make me think." He turned to the sky and whistled loudly. A second later, Snow landed on his shoulder. Percy scratched his head gently.

"Everyone, meet my friend Snow." Apollo whistled softly. He was shocked to see his new son's display.

"I knew you were awesome, but in fact, you are badass." Said the god of the Sun. Percy chuckled and Artemis decided to make the decision official.

"Okay. Girls, I present you our new recruit, and your new brother. Meet Perseus Jackson, Son of Poseidon, Champion of Apollo, Alpha of the Hunt." Said Artemis, putting a hand on her nephew's shoulder.

Everyone introduced themselves, rather grudgingly. Some seemed indiferent like one called Phoebe, but most of them had a small glare. and Percy smiled at all them, having for the first time a family.

The sun was setting and Percy turned to Artemis as she was shooting arrows with her the huntresses.

"Milady. Do you want me to go and hunt for tonight's meal? I have been living here for a year now and I know the good hunting points." Offered the son of Poseidon. Artemis looked at him for a moment before nodding.

"It would be great yes. Take a huntress with you as well. That way she will learn them as well." Percy nodded and turned to the huntresses. Phoebe stepped forward.

"I'll go. That way, I'll see how good he really is at hunting." Said the girl with a small grin. Percy smirked and nodded. He turned around and walked away with the huntress. He was about to leave camp when he stopped he turned back. To face his pack following him.

"Guys stay here, protect the camp. I'll go hunt with Phoebe. I'll come back with food." Ordered the alpha. the wolves sat reluctantly and Percy smirked.

"Good boys."

They have been walking for ten minutes now. Phoebe had observed the hunter with attention and had to admit that he was good to walk in the wild. He wasn't making a sound and was leaving no trace, as if he was a part of the vegetation. Then he stopped and raised his hand to tell her to stop. He crouched a bit. She followed and looked above his shoulder. there was two boars and a deer.

Percy smirked and slowly unsheathed his daggers. He climbed in the trees and ran in the branches with skill. he jumped down once he was above his targets and rammed the weapons in the two boars beasts, snapping instantly their spine. Not lasting on them, he drew his spear and launched it to the deer like a javelin, hitting the beast in the neck. He got up and looked to the huntress who was mouth agape at the display of skill of the demigod. She walked to him and clapped softly in her hand.

"That was a good show Jackson." Percy smirked.

"Well I did spend my life in the woods. But Phoebe. We'll have a problem." Said Percy, his smile dropping. Phoebe frowned.

"How are we gonna get these to the camp." Phoebe looked taken aback and then exasperated.

It took them an hour to get back with the three beasts to the camp. When they arrived, everyone stared at them and looked impressed at least a little. They dropped the boars on the floor and Percy threw the deer to his wolves he turned to the hunt and both spoke at the same time.

"No way we cook that." Stated the two as they leaned against a tree.

Thanks to Hurader for the more than helpful review, I now corrected a few mistakes. So thanks Hurader. And having such a crowd for a fist chapter is amazing, I thank you guys!