Perseus The Destroyer From Cybertron

2. Beginning Of Things

Quote of the day :- Love don't follow the rules - by Laurin Hunter.

AN: ... Credits goes to Uncle Rick, Sam Witwicky *haha*, TheSonofTartarus From wattpad ofCourse to me (MYPJOWORLD), duh!!

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Chapter 2 :- Beginning Of Things

Time: One Week Later

"Iris, show me Lord Zeus." Percy had
just finished styling the base for his
new recruits. There was just one
problem- there were no recruits. At
at least not yet.

Now, he was gonna call Zeus, not for
permission, since this was a direct
decree of the Fates, but to let him
know of the same. Percy smiled.
One of the perks of being a god, an
Olympian at that, was that he did
not need to create a mist for an Iris
Message.

The image shimmered into existence,
showing Zeus' frowning face.

However, the frown cleared away
as soon as the King saw that the
one messaging him was the newest
addition to his Council.

"What do you want, Perseus?" Percy
flinched at Zeus using his full name.
"First, it's Percy." The god was cut off
by Zeus.

"You missed your debriefing. Apollo
told me that the Fates had already told
you about your godly duties. How is it
going?"

"Umm...it's going alright. I guess there
is nothing I need to do anymore,
except... Percy rubs his head
sheepishly, "They told me that I need
to create a group of boys, similar to
The Hunters. I just called to let you
know that I am now setting out for
potential recruits."

"All the best, Perse... Percy." Zeus
corrected himself at the last moment.

"Thank you, my King. Oh, and a warning- Something's wrong, I feel
it. (Let's rap.) "Percy sang, before he
swiped through the IM, not giving
Zeus a chance to reply. The King,
Percy scoffed, was starting to get on
his nerves.

The new God flashed away, in search
of the first members of his version of
the Hunters of Artemis.

Percy arrived at a large apartment
complex. Despite its size, it did not
speak of the tenant's wealth. The paint
was peeling off the walls, and on close
inspection, one could find several
cracks on the wall. Grime collected
on the dirty peephole. On the once
beautiful and impressive oak door,
someone had scribbled- 'Harding'- in a
red pencil.

Not wasting much time, Percy turned
the doorknob, finding it locked. No
problem. He snapped his fingers, and
turned the knob again. This time, the
the door gave way, slowly creaking open.
Percy had to stoop to get through the low doorway. The room he stepped
into definitely did not show any sign
of wealth. Although it was spacious,
with large French windows, the
windows being closed, and extremely
dirty, did not let any light in. It would
have been pitch black inside had it not
been for the dim bulb hanging in the
centre of the room, and the few days
of Apollo's light filtering in through
the windows. The couch Percy sat
on was extremely old and dusty, and
creaked under his weight. It faced an
old TV, which seemed prehistoric to
the neW god.

A kid in his late sixteen stepped in,
through the second low door, which
Percy assumed must lead to the
bedroom. As soon as he saw Percy
sitting on the couch, he shouted,
and held the book in his hands, in a
defensive position. "Hey, what are you
doing here?"

"Sit there, Harding." Percy gestured to
a chair in the corner of the room. He
had an air of authority, and the teen
could do nothing but follow his instructions.