Chapter One

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Note: The chapters which contain this note have been pre - written and uploaded from my fanfiction.net account Mythology.Geek.Girl . They aren't my best but they get better. I'm not very good at updating stories but I update as much as possible. Enjoy!》

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A small smile spread across his lips. Yet his eyes still held sorrow, pain, anguish. Of course Iapetus would be the one to make him smile. He always could. But his domain changed him, he used to be so, so happy, joyful, cheery. Though being given the domain of the underworld would do that to you wouldn't it?

He sighed his mind was beginning to wonder again, losing itself, fighting insanity, finding itself dragging up old memories. Memories he tried to bury deep down on the things he made. His creations. Warmth filled his heart. Yes his creations, small delicate yet harsh, aggressive, dangerous when needed. They made Perseus feel proud, but not; happy, gleeful. He still felt... empty, alone, hollow. All that he really wanted was family. Thoughts swirled around his mind, bringing back past memories...

Perseus was still young, naïve, innocent, yet to see the world in its true colours. Yet to discover pain, sorrow, misery. For now he was happy, not a care in the world. He was play fighting with Iapetus again, using sticks as swords laughing gleefully. His mother watched from behind glaring at his back, smiling happily whenever he turned; Perseus doesn't need to know that she hates him just yet.

The sticks locked together. Both Iapetus and Perseus pushed against each other, using all their might. It was no use they were evenly matched. Iapetus slipped, dragging Perseus along with him. They tumbled down the hill. Their mother's face holding a shocked expression. Perseus called out in pain; a long gash appearing down the side of his leg.

They came to a stop. Iapetus' eyes widened as he saw the gash on his twins leg, crawling along the ground towards Perseus he called out to their mother, alerting her of the twins' distress. She appeared on the top of the hill staring down at them worried expression printed on her face. He fell into unconsciousness.

He smiled fondly at that memory. Looking around the dense forest; he bent down and picked up a stick, swinging it side, to side with military precision. The scar on the side of his leg tingling. Perseus' mind being lost in memories once again.

Perseus was older now. More mature becoming less oblivious to the worlds horrors his mother was becoming more abusive. Yelling at him saying that 'he shouldn't be alive' and that 'he's a demon child'. It was only verbal to begin with, yet now it was beginning to get a lot more physical. Cuts and small scars were beginning to appear on his arms. None of this mattered today though, as today he was going to learn how to use a sword with his farther. Yes he said father! This was one of the handful of times Perseus got to see his father for Chaos' sake.

He was tiered, exhausted and sweating. Not his favourite combination. Perseus had been learning to use a sword. He was a natural. Sure there were still flaws in his technique but he was still learning, improving. Life with his mother couldn't be said the same for. He know refused to call her mother. She was Gaea (Gaia?) to him know. She was getting more aggressive towards him, slowly but surely driving him away.

Perseus frowned at how the memory ended. It started off okay but did his subconscious really need to end it like that?

Weapons training ended about a year ago know. He and Iapetus were practicing with their powers. It didn't really help they kept cancelling each other out but still they found it amusing. Iapetus was becoming more distant, secluded; Perseus insisted on spending time with him, making the most of his joyous behaviour. Yet even that was ruined when his Gaea called him over.

Frowning deeper, Perseus stopped in his stride; before once again continuing with his journey. He didn't like where this was heading.

Perseus followed her, head hung, subconsciously rubbing his arm from his last encounter. Gaea stopped at the door of her temple, holding it open for him to enter. He did. What a mistake that was. Almost instantly he was being thrown towards the floor. Landing with a thud, he didn't bother getting up. This had already happened too many times. So he thought.

Gaea stalked towards him. Dual blades at her side. He wouldn't survive this, he didn't have any weapons. Even if he did he seriously doubted he'd be able to beat her.

Perseus began to shake uncontrollably. A correction needed to be made. He HATED where this was heading.

Panic, worry, doubt seeped into his mind. Breathing became ragged. Gaea continued towards him.

Perseus' eyes began to glow. The air around him began to hum with power. Slowly gathering strength until...BANG. The temple exploded. Perseus didn't question what had happened. He ran, despite every muscle in his body aching with the power he unknowingly summoned. Tears stained his cheeks, his ears rang but he didn't stop. Not once. He continued towards the forest not stopping until he was a long way in.

Tears continued to stain his cheeks. Perseus' muscles could take no more. Falling to his knees, unconscious before even hitting the ground.

He allowed a single tear to fall to the ground. A simple daisy appeared where it had landed. Perseus finally broke into a clearing, small wooden hut sat in front of him.

Ah home at last.

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