Perseus The Destroyer From Cybertron

2. Beginning Of Things

"What do you want?"

"Listen, kid, do you live here alone?"

"Yes." Harding could not help, but
obediently answer his questions.

"Listen, I am...an important person.
And I am recruiting people for a
team....Sorta like a special ops or
strike force, if you will."

"And I was selected? There are so
many people outside, people much
better than me." Percy could almost
smell the doubt, the kid was radiating.

"I chose you, because we are similar
to each other. I was abused in my
childhood. Didn't get parents' love,
cause my mother was hardly there for
me. After your mum died, you were
orphaned, and noW, are struggling to
make ends meet."

Harding's grip on the book tightened.
"HOw do you know all this?"

Ignoring his question, Percy
steamrollered on- "I also chose you,
because you are.... special. A natural
leader. Different from others out
there."

"What do you mean, different,
special?"

"Ever heard of the Roman myths,
Harding?" (Got you there. Thought he
was going to be Greek?)

Harding did not say anything, he
just tilted the book he was holding,
showing Percy the cover- 'Roman
Mythology- The Expert's Concise
Guide'. Percy raised his eyebrow,

"Expert, huh?" He chuckled.

"What has it got to do with anything?"
The teen growled.

"You are a demigod. As in, the son of a
god and a mortal human."

"What? I think I heard you wrong."

"You got me correct. You are a
demigod. Like Remus and Romulus.
And yes, the gods, too, are real. So, is
everything you read in that book. I
have met them in person."

"You must be barmy." He twirled a
finger beside his head, telling Percy
that he was crazy. The god only
chuckled.

"No, I am not crazy. Watch." Harding
was captivated as he watched sparks
roll across Percy's fingertips.

"Then, if what you say is true, who is
my godly Father? And, who are you?
Why did my Father not come to see
me?"

"You see, your Father is a god. He
has many duties, and there are rules
preventing him from coming to meet
you. As for your other question,
your Father is King." Harding's eye's
widened. "Yes, he is Jupiter."

"And you are...

"Your cousin. A son of Neptune.
Name's Percy."

"You are a demigod, too?"

"I was. I am a god now." Harding was
having trouble picking his jaw up
from the floor. "Come, I have other
things to do. Maybe, later, you can
chat with your other siblings, arnd
Dad."

Percy put a hand on his shoulder
and steered him to the door. The
teen's eyes widened comically, and
he immediately fell to Percy's feet.

"Lord.."

"Don't. I am your equal, Harding.
Come, we have much to do." The teen
numbly followed the god, until they
were standing in front of his door.
Percy grasped the teen's hand, and
without warning, flashed away.
When they reached their destination,
Harding retched, having a tough time
keeping down his lurnch. After a few
minutes of fighting the nausea, he gasped for breath, and stood up.

His breath caught in his throat when
He saw where they were.

The building was low, and not
something extraordinary, and it
blended perfectly with the other
houses of the shaggy neighbourhood.
It was easy to miss, had it not been for
the bright red neon sign, which was
still on, despite it being broad daylight
outside. He only recognised it from
the news report a few months back-
there were rumours that some gangs
were organising fights, using children
as gladiators, and ill-treating them.