Hey people. Some of you have sent PMs asking me to write a crossover of Percy Jackson with Game of Thrones. So here it is.
This first chapter is really really short, but that's only because I'm going to upload the next one very soon. Don't worry.
Please review. It helps. It doesn't matter what you write in the review. Just write honestly. You can curse me all you want but just give your reasons.
On to the first chapter then!
THE WRONG DESTINATION
"Maybe he's alright?" Nico wondered, scratching his head.
Annabeth's eyes were red with fury. She kicked Percy's bed until the frame broke into two. And then she kept stomping it.
"STUPID!" STOMP! "SEAWEED!" STOMP! "IDIOT!" STOMP!
Nico winced every time her voice reached a new high. "Eh, Annabeth? Are you ok?"
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CRASH!
Thalia eyes widened and she turned around. The Poseidon cabin was gone. As in, the door was nowhere in sight and the area around it was demolished. Ten feet away, Nico groaned as he stood, covering his face from the sunlight. Twenty feet away, the door was there on the ground, shattered in multiple places.
The huntress looked up to see one angry blonde demigoddess with her leg outstretched. "Now what?" She muttered.
She walked up to her friend. "Annabeth? What are you-"
The daughter of Athena merely shoved a paper into Thalia's hands and took off, her face tearing up a little.
Thalia shook her head and read the paper. "What did he do now?"
Dear Annabeth,
`Your theory was right. Portals are real.
-PJ
It took the huntress one entire moment to register what had happened.
She crumpled the note and kept it in her pocket. "Percy Jackson! You dumbass!"
(Winterfell, Westeros)
The castle that is Winterfell wasn't a very large one, unlike some others, but it was heavily fortified. It's not easy to enter the castle once the gates are shut.
Which is why Sansa Stark was more than surprised when she saw the castle gates burst open and a person fly inside face first into the snow. Said person stopped moving at about two feet in front of her.
Sansa looked at the soldiers, who all had their weapons drawn. Most of them had scampered off to man the walls. Archers stood in position while six people levelled their spears against the unknown enemy ... who was also lying face first in the snow.
The person groaned and got to his knees, and then stood straight. The first thing he saw was the spears levelled at his chest.
"Wow! Sup peeps!"
This was Percy Jackson.
The soldiers didn't move. Sansa frowned. "Who are you?!"
Confused by her words, Percy looked around and saw absolutely nothing that resembled Olympus. His smile vanished. "Shit."