Percy Jackson: Guardian of the Huntress

The Guardians

Ok, I have no idea why I'm starting this story as well, but now I'll be writing four stories. (Don't worry, I'll still keep the other ones going as well as this one). So, I was browsing through the discover section, when I came along an awesome little gem. All credit for the original concept goes to @MDPJLuver101. It's called Pertemis: Amnesia Boy, so check it out. Yeah, the concept was pretty cool.

DISCLAIMER:

I, Leonidas_son_of_Nike, swear on the River Styx that I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, nor do I own any of the characters. Those are owned by Rick Riordan.

Alright, Let's begin!
~Leonidas_son_of_Nike

Long ago, when the gods were first beginning to come into power and still gaining strength, they feared for their own security. They had many enemies among the immortal beings of the realm.

The gods were still weakened from the Titanomachy and thus created a new group of heroes: the Guardians. Guardians were no mere heroes though. Raised on Olympus, these brave demigod boys and girls trained continuously so that they may be ready to defend the gods at any and all times.

At the age of fifteen years, each demigod was assigned to a specific god or goddess, and received the blessing of partial immortality, a gift that allows them to live forever, granted they do not die in battle.

Most Guardians were demigod children, though never paired with their own father or mother. Some however, were grand heroes. Heroes with abilities equal to those of a demigod.

The gods viewed their Guardians in different ways. Some saw them as mere servants, tasked with a mission and oath to uphold. Others saw them as partners, and fought as equals. Fewer were willing to take a step even farther and name them as friends. For a mere handful, that relationship expanded into something...more.

The Guardians were honored to serve under their own god or goddess. They were more than willing to fall in battle for those they were charged to protect.

And many did. First came Typhon, the giant sea monster, and greatest threat to the gods. Many Guardians died in that battle, but the gods prevailed and Typhon was forced into slumber. The Giantomachy came quickly afterwards. Gaea, eager to see her grandchildren destroyed, sired a breed she believed to be unbeatable: the Giants. Giants, who could only be killed by a mortal and God working together in tandem. Fortunately for the Olympians, the presence of their Guardians allowed the gods to triumph over their powerful enemies. The Giants were defeated as well, once again thanks to the Guardians.

Again, the Guardians suffered terrible losses, but those who did survive were honored to fight beside the gods. The gods were not perfect, a fact the Guardians were well aware of, but this only strengthened their commitment to protect and guide the deities as they ruled over the human world.

After the Giantomachy, there remained but one Guardian from the original twelve: the Guardian of Artemis. He was a son of Poseidon, and the strongest of the Guardians. The black-haired, green-eyed boy kept the Guardians together. He was their leader. His personality and attitude warmed the hearts and souls of the gods and Guardians. He inspired loyalty and bravery. He was a spark of Hope. He battled alongside his mistress and her Hunters for many millennia, loyally protecting her and her huntresses.

This boy stood by the maiden goddess' side through many, often dangerous, situations, offering counseling, support, protection, and yes, even friendship. Even after the gods disbanded the Guardians, he continued to stand beside his mistress, until his last dying breath.

The boy's name is Percy Jackson, and this is his story.

I couldn't help but picture some kind of History Channel montage for a documentary as I wrote that, so yeah.

Be Awesome,

Leonidas_son_of_Nike