The assassin called Cedmi. [UNDER MAJOR EDITING]

CHAPTER 1 ~ the betrayal.

Percy didn't mind. He loved being Hades's champion and he loved being Hestia's son.

Most of the other gods would just glare at him when they visited camp during the summer as they had taken more into 'spending time with their children' but commonly they would also call him names like immature five-year-olds and push him around as if they were on a school playground or something similar. Of course that was all until four months ago when the camp told him to literally get out this time; William had told them another lie.

Percy had no idea exactly know what the lie had been but having overheard snippets of conversations between enraged campers he assumed it was something along the lines of him having apparently said that 'Titans are better than the gods' and that was it. He hadn't even had a chance to deny it before chaos had erupted and he was told to plainly leave.

And in the end as he was so done with everything, he did just that. Scrambling half-angrily, half-numbly into the Poseidon cabin he had packed all of his bags and then laid on his bed staring at the ceiling of the cabin for what he thought would be the last time. At night, Percy finally got out of cabin number three, not giving a dam as to why the hell William wasn't in his bed, and left.

Both camps hated him with a passion seeing as Camp Jupiter had been brainwashed by everyone at Camp Half-Blood. He never really realised how fast rumours spread. After all that time though he still had no idea why nobody but Hades and Hestia decided to keep believing him. Oh well, it's just my life, he simply thought. Even the hunters and the amazons hated him because of William and he had managed to somewhat earn their trust.

Even Thalia, Nico and Grover hated him. Even them.

So in the end of it all he just... left.

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Three days after he had ran away found him sitting on a couch in his expandable tent, staring blankly at the bigger on the inside shelter and wondering how things had gotten so out of hand. Leo Valdez had given him that tent for his eighteenth birthday, saying that with the amount of missions the gods sent him on he needed it. It only had a bedroom, and a small kitchen that was connected to a small sitting area. There was no bathroom though as Leo had betrayed him before the son of Hephaestus had a chance to update the tent. 

A little while later Percy had set up a little fire outside, just to inform Hestia of where he currently was and to say that he was okay as he knew that she worried constantly about him nowadays. While he had been at it he also sacrificed some food to Hades in order get his attention too. Unsurprisingly they both had shown up in a flash at almost the exact moment, standing on either side of the burning fire. Hestia simply sat down next to Percy on the ground, and Hades joined them too without a single comment.

For a little while they spoke about what Percy was going to do in the future now and even tried to think of plans, or ideas, but in the end they didn't come up with anything. His situation was simply screwed in so many ways that a simple solution sounded like a joke. Unfortunately godly duties called Hades away and Hestia vanished in flames to spy on another meeting that Zeus had decided to hold, leaving Percy to his own thoughts in the dead of the woods. 

So the following morning he had packed his bags, storing the down-sized tent in his backpack and had made his way through the woods, travelling without any stops until he was sure that he had moved at least three dozen miles. This continued on days on end. For a while Percy had wondered how many states he had travelled through already before the thought given him a headache. And that is where he currently was now, staggering away after another monster attack, something that had been happening more and more frequently. 

He hadn't contacted Hestia and Hades since four months ago.

While that thought hurt him, knowing that those two would be the only ones to worry about him right now, Percy thought about it logically and decided that keeping minimum contact with his past was the best solution, especially while he was on the run. Hestia and Hades would surely be upset but at the end of the day they were gods, immortal beings that have survived for thousands of years while mortals like him died around them like flies. 

Percy focused more on surviving; stealing food, clothes and simple necessities through using the mist to his advantage. He slept in the most unlikely places where he set up his tent, like the middle of the woods, sometimes near a lake or other times somewhere closer to society but far enough so that no one would bother him. Food and water were no problem and he even managed to come across an old abandoned shed that had a pair of slightly rusty scissors which he had used to cut his slightly growing hair.  

Normally he bathed in rivers or lakes, making sure to not take too long in case Poseidon did notice something. Though speaking of Poseidon, Percy had found out he still managed to keep his water powers for some reason, even though he had been clearly disowned. Upon quickly asking some fish if they knew anything about it, they had told him the sea had simply disagreed with Poseidon's decision, so after all that, he still got to keep his powers.

Generally if he didn't think too hard about it, then the life on the on the run wasn't the worst. Percy could successfully steal and break into places he wouldn't have before after months of experience and he was finally away from all the insults and hate. Then again he didn't have a choice but to be on the run; he could not stay at Camp Jupiter either, his mother and step-father were dead and the only two gods that cared about him could not help him in anyway without someone finding out about it. 

Suddenly grimacing as he tasted blood, Percy realised with a start that he had cut his head open again while fighting the Minotaur again. He decided that touching the now throbbing wound could lead to an infection so he refrained from doing so and instead set up the tent and got around sanitising the injury and wrapping it up to stop the bleeding slightly. 

As he was half-immortal now, something the gods had simply forced upon him without a second of thought after he had turned eighteen, along with all the other Camp Half-Blood cabin councillors that had turned of age, a small infection would not kill him, yet it would be painful and quite annoying. Percy wanted to avoid all of it and therefore wisely made sure that the wound was properly patched up before going to sleep. 

The next morning, after he had woken and had been lying in bed staring at the ceiling, an idea had suddenly struck him. A distant memory of a book came across his mind that he had once seen in Athena's library when he had visited the place for educational purposes, a book about outer space, and all the different planets that a newbie would need to know all about. At the time when he had found it, he had curiously looked through, fascinated with all the information he found inside. 

Percy decided that he needed that book. 

It took him roughly a week to prepare all of the supplies he needed and to steal enough money for a taxi all the way back to New York City. The guy behind the desk in the Empire State Building didn't even look up from his magazine when he asked for the key to the 600th floor. Percy knew that it would have gone that way, seeing as with the increasing number of demigods coming to Olympus the guy didn't even try to claim any longer that there was no 600th floor. 

Once he had snuck into the library undetected, Percy had to search for the book for longer than an hour in the section where he saw it last, and even then he had nearly missed it before he finally had it in his grasp. It had a beautiful ink black hardback cover, that was completely covered in white and blue swirling designs.

For a second he allowed himself to grin. He had found it. Looking at the title, he saw that the book was called,The mysteries of outer space. Opening the book, while he was hidden in a concealed area, he read a bit of it with growing interest. The book was massive. Deciding to risk it, he stuffed the tome in his bag, thinking that amongst the other millions of books there, he assumed that Athena wouldn't care for the loss. 

He was going to leave Earth, as crazy as it sounded. 

Carefully, he snuck back out of the library, happy that he hadn't triggered any curses due to stealing the book and he made his way down the elevator, leaving the Empire State Building unnoticed with only a black hoodie covering his hair. Percy caught the nearest bus to Virginia, having read about something interesting there... something he was most definitely going to check out, and nothing would stop him.