The Warriors of Olympus

by Phantos God of Horrors

Percy returns from a 10 year travel of soul searching as a newly appointed god, one of the tides, weaponry, heroes, and power. With him is a friend, a girl, and looming threat, and a plan to counter. He must hold secrets, stand up against gods, and lead what heroes he can into the fray of enemies, before the power above can consume them all.

1. Chapter 1

Welcome to the first chapter to The Warriors of Olympus.

There are many stories out there where Percy joins the hunters in various ways, and even some where Perce starts a group similar to them. This is my version of the latter. But this isn't just "Percy gets his heart broken and vows to follow the path of the hunters and start a group that is opposite in gender." The idea of that didn't progress far in my head. However, this did. Percy will be a smarter and calmer version than that in the novels, but he will be more serious than that in the Betrayed and Forgotten series of mine. This story may or may not become a two parter. It may even branch into a third, but that depends on what I see for it in the future. For now, this is but an introduction two some of our main characters. For those of you who do want to see Annabeth in this, she will be more prominent than she is in my other stories, where she is a character a bit off from the main group they follow. And this will be a Pertimis story, but how they grow will not be in the "she's had a thing for him for a long time" style of these kinds of stories. I'm going to approach it differently than what may be anticipated.

Now that I've revealed enough, have fun plotting out these future chapters for me. I like vague writing, and then revealing it over time, and I'm curious to see what you people believe the threat in this story is. Good luck and good read. What you believe of this chapter will decide on whether or not I actually continue with this story in the future. (I) Hope it's good enough.

Thalia Grace hummed quietly as she sat on the shore of the lake close by to the Hunters' camp. Any Green Day song that came to mind had its time to shine as best it could as only a sound.

For the daughter of Zeus, the day was abnormally quiet. No monsters were shoving each other aside as they ran to tear her apart. Her mistress Artemis did not ask for her presence, and even allowed her lieutenant to relax near the campsite. Despite how calm the air was, Thalia was mildly scared, for the child of any powerful entity to have a quiet day was never good. Impending doom was usually a follow up to peace and quiet for her kind. The fact that her mistress had not been given hunting assignments from their father in the past week added to the pressure of an anomaly.

Thalia sighed in frustration as she fell backwards and watched the clouds roll by, something she hadn't done often, given her position. Thinking back several years ago, almost a decade, she believed, peace did seem common these days, though not to this extent. Ever since Gaea was defeated, life for Thalia and her friends had calmed down drastically. Minor monster attacks were considered their biggest threat, for they were genuinely all that happened. Both camps, Greek and Roman, lived in peace with one another, though they kept their distances on opposite sides of the county to avoid a skirmish with the potential to grow. The clouds of destruction and despair that shadowed the camps had evaporated thanks to the return of Athena's statue. With the help of Annabeth and the rest of the Athena cabin, with minor help from Hephaestus' children and the two parent deities themselves, Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter were rebuilt, and with it came new physical changes.

All the cabins at the Greek camp were doubled in height, to add a second set of rooms for their Roman siblings or newly found ones. Everything the Argo 2 destroyed at the Roman camp was not only rebuilt, but replaced with sturdier and stronger material, as to deal with attacks better than before. Though distant, the camps stayed in connection, a mutual friendship placed between the two.

Thalia applauded Annabeth for her growth and progress. Out of the seven that flew to Greece, she was the one that matured the most. Though she had been through Tartarus, and that Frank had apparently gone through a sudden growth spurt in the middle of their journey, her humility and pride had died down, and her composure and attitude became more welcoming. The daughter of Zeus, for a short time, wondered how she had grown so fast, until she learned about Percy.

While Jason had gotten glasses and stayed with Piper, Frank and Hazel had survived the whole fiasco, Nico found someone to be with, and even Leo got a girl, the daughter of a Titan, no less, Annabeth and Percy's relationship didn't last long. According to the daughter of Athena, the two saw themselves both going different ways, ones that would draw them apart anyways, and decided to break up. Neither seemed too hurt about it, but Thalia could see that it stung her old friend. Annabeth had even put off dating since then, and had turned down the offer to join the hunt.

She had no idea how Percy felt. Before she could find and confront him about their separation, he had left. According to his father, he went with a friend (and he had to mention it was a male and not interested in him that way so Thalia didn't think he was running away with another person already) on an expedition. She guessed Poseidon knew were his son was, but he refused to tell, opting instead to say that Percy could be anywhere.

Why Percy decided to leave so abruptly was a mystery to the lieutenant of Artemis. He wrote no note, gave no warning, and just up and left without a sound. It made Thalia furious he would do something that seemed so cowardly to her.

She wanted to hunt him down and give him a piece of her mind, but she wasn't allowed; neither her father or her mistress gave her permission to search for him. Zeus said Percy would return, but the god had no idea when. When, and not if, Kelp Head did return, Thalia wouldn't hesitate to jump him.

All these thoughts riled Thalia's anger, and she began to pray for something to come by for her to release her frustration upon it.

As if the gods were listening, which she believed they always were, Thalia jumped to her feet when she heard a bunch of splashing and a gasp for air. Not too far to her left for her to hear, there was a man, waist deep in the lake, wearing a bronze breastplate, gasping for air. Before Thalia could look him over again, his torso plunge back into the water. Seconds later did he reappear above the surface, crawling across the sunken floor to that of which the light touched purely. He flipped himself to his side, facing away from the huntress, throwing up water by the sound of it. As Thalia readied her bow to attack the man in the Hunter's vicinity, the head of another man appeared.

Not too far away from the struggling man was the head of another, with his eyes closed, slowly making its way towards the man in the grass. His body slowly rose from the lake, until he came causally walking out, soaking wet. He wore a stranger uniform, consisting of a big white shirt and a black dress. Thalia was tempted to mock the man for his attire, but seeing as he possibly couldn't hear her from this range, and that she didn't want to shout, she moved quietly towards the two. She needed to release her anger, and she found the perfect targets.

Once a few trees away, Thalia hid and notched a bow at the still standing man. Said man turned to the one lying down and opened his eyes, a stoic expression still covering his face.

"How was it?" the huntress could hear him say.

"One of these days, your sass is going to get you killed." The man on the ground spat out some more water before picking himself up, glaring at the man in the dress when he found his footing.

"What sass?"

"Shut up."

Now with both men on their feet and their bodies facing in her direction, Thalia could get a better look at the two. The man who appeared first wore clothing that represented armor of old. Along with his breastplate, which had bigger arm holes that she thought were necessary, he wore the sandals and skirts Greek warriors use to wear. The sandals strapped around his legs, stopping below his knees, whereas his skirt stopped right above them. On his right side hung a sword, sheathed away in a leather case. His hands and forearms were wrapped in material similar to that around his legs. His hair was short, most likely recently cut, and he wore no facial hair.

The second man, along with his unusual attire, wore no shoes, and by his waist was a long, thin, curved sword, not one commonly carried by Greeks or Romans. His hair was much longer, pulled past his shoulders and tied in a ponytail. He, too, had no facial hair. With the two men facing each other, it was hard to see their eyes. The Greek man wore a harder look compared the calm one plastered on the weird man's face.

As Thalia pulled back to shoot them down, the weird man turned to face her direction. "Hello," he said, before Thalia released the arrow. Not bothering to watch it connect with the target, she spun back around the tree to the other side, grabbing another arrow before releasing it at the other man.

Instead of making contact, two clinking sounds made their ways to Thalia's ears, and her two arrows fell to the ground, at the feet of the two men. Held out in front of the Greek man was a long and thin silver sword, the hilt grasped in the hand of the other man. The two men looked at her through the trees as she tried to compose herself. Now, however, she could see their eyes: brown and green. No, wait; blue. No, green. Thalia couldn't tell the eye color of the Greek-looking man. They seemed interchangeable between the two colors in her mind.

"We mean you no harm," the dress man called out, breaking Thalia out of her thoughts. "We apologize for trespassing; we did not know where we would appear. If you will allow us to take our leave, we will do so in an instant."

The other man, looking down at the two arrows, placed a hand on his friend's chest. "No," he said aloud. "She's one of them." Taking matters into his own hands, he stepped forward, raising his hands. "You are a huntress, correct?"

Thalia notched another arrow in an instant. "What does it matter to you, boy?" she hissed in his direction, putting on her huntress routine.

"I, too, am a demigod," he told her. "I seek council with the Olympians on an urgent matter."

"And why should I believe you?"

"We just walked out of a lake in abnormal attire with swords strapped to our sides, one of which deflected your arrows with ease," the man in the distance reasoned. "If you don't believe we are freaks yet, maybe I should shoot a-"

"J, no." The man closest to Thalia turned to face the now named J. "You are not setting her on fire."

"I wouldn't set her on fire; I'd just singe her hair a bit."

"I'd like to see you try." J turned his head to face Thalia as he sheathed his sword.

"Gladly," he responded, pointing a fist in Thalia's direction. Before anything could happen, the other man moved to his friend and lowered his hand.

"What did I just say? Look." The man turned back to Thalia, her arrow still at the ready. "I swear on the Styx that my companion and I mean you no harm, and we would be grateful if you could guide in the fastest direction to the Mount Olympus here in America." Thalia stood still as thunder rumbled in the mostly clear sky above her. Releasing a growl from her lips, she put away arrow and lowered her bow to her side. The man smiled.

"Thank you. Judging by your appearance as a hunter, I guess that Lady Artemis is not too far from us. May we ask her to bring together the council?"

Thalia pondered his question. Finding an answer, she walked forward and placed a finger on his chest. "If you so as much glance at a huntress-"

"I do not care for woman that way right now," the man interrupted Thalia's threat. "After my last encounter with a woman, I've been avoiding every other girl in that regard. And my friend does not believe in love for himself, nor does he give a shit for anyone."

"I do too give a shit," J pouted in the background.

"Yes, for yourself." The two men stared at each other before J let out an 'mmm' and turned his head in the direction Thalia sat in before they appeared. Sighing, the man turned back to Thalia. "I apologize for my friend; he isn't the best at socializing. Shall we?" Without waiting for an answer, the man turned in the direction J was facing and began walking, his friend right behind. Thalia stood still, trying to comprehend the connection the two men had, before running after and past the two to walk in front of them.

"How did you know which direction my lady was in?" Thalia asked.

"I'm just walking towards the source of the large amount of power," the man reasoned. The three walked in an awkward silence, save for the crunching of leaves and twigs, and the constant muttering from Thalia. She wanted something that would attack her so she wouldn't feel bad about killing it, and it was just in her grasp. Why did this man have to be nice? Why couldn't he have just been a jackass? It would have made this encounter better.

Upon arriving at the borders of the camp, Thalia realized she had yet to learn the name of the man in Greek armor. But before she could ask, the man had walked past her and placed a hand in front of her, gesturing her to stop.

"I'll take it from here," he stated calmly. "All I ask is you call off your sisters if they are to engage me, for I do not wish to fight with any of you." With that, he walked forward, into the center of camp. No other hunters had acknowledged his presence, much to Thalia's surprise. Too bad he announced where he was to the world after only a few steps.

"I seek a council with the Olympian gods and goddesses!" he announced proudly. The hunters nearby hand their weapons at the ready before he finished his sentence, the others coming to their sides. "If you would be so kind as to message the rest of the council, Lady Artemis, I shall be greatly thankful in your assistance!"

Everyone stood silently, the man with his arms raised high as he looked around, the hunters ready to attack him on command, while Thalia and J stood off to the side. After listening to only the wind for many moments, one huntress walked forward, a knife in each hand. Thalia just stood by as Pheobe approached the man.

"You should not be here, boy," she hissed at him, drawing out the last word like venom.

"I didn't have much of a say in the matter," the man replied, lowering his arms.

"What do you want with our mistress?"

"I bring a message, one that all the Olympians need to hear at once. Lady Artemis is the closest around, so I decided to give her a call."

"What leads you to believe my lady would want to talk with filth like you?" To this, the man smiled as though he had won the lottery, and threw his hands in the air again.

"Who doesn't walk to talk with the legendary Perseus Jackson?!" he asked proudly. Several hunters lowered their weapons, and Phoebe even stepped back, because of his announcement. The now named demigod turned to face his cousin who was staring at him with her eyes wide and mouth agape. He flashed her a smile, before calling out, "Hey Pinecone Face," and turning around, looking past Phoebe. "Hello, Lady Artemis."

Each head that wasn't looking in the direction Percy did quickly snapped to see their goddess. Dressed in her usual silver attire, making her way past her hunters, was the goddess of the hunt herself. Percy walked around Phoebe, who looked ready to stab him, and met the goddess half way.

Percy bowed, placing one hand on his chest as he did so, as the two came to a halt. "It is good to see you again, Lady Artemis," Percy told her.

"It is not as much of a pain as I thought it would be to see you again, Perseus," Artemis responded.

"I'm flattered."

"What is it you wish to speak of with the council?"

"A matter for their ears only, yours included."

"What information could you possibly have that is to be heard by our ears only?" Percy looked around at the hunters for several seconds before leaning forward to the goddess's ear, triggering many of the hunters to raise their weapons.

Thalia didn't know how to feel about that man being Percy. She was happy he was back, but he was mad he left. She wanted to hug him for returning, but she wanted to punch him for leaving in the first place. She loved (for lack of a better word) the fact that her cousin had returned to her first, but she hated how he kept his name from her until now.

Thalia paid close attention to her lady's face. The proud look the goddess carried into the area drained from her face as Percy whispered something she wished was bad news into her ear. The demigod and goddess met eyes as Percy pulled away. Though she tried to keep a flat expression, Thalia swore she saw a look of fear in her eyes.

"Thalia," Artemis announced across the camp. "You are in charge of the girls while I'm gone. Make sure everything is packed and ready to go when I return; we will be moving camp elsewhere later."

"Actually, Thalia needs to come," Percy interrupted the goddess. "Phoebe can take her place, but Thalia had to join us." The two talkers stared at one another once again until Artemis nodded.

"Fine. Phoebe, tear down the camp and prepare for departure when I return. Thalia, come with us." Upon hearing her name called, the lieutenant ran across the field to her cousin and sister, J following her at a similar pace. Artemis looked around to see her hunter staring at her, and she ushered them to get to work.

As the hunters walked off, the four remaining characters positioned themselves in a huddle. "I'll teleport us to Olympus," Artemis announced. "Close your eyes." The three did so, Percy doing it with a smile. Thalia wanted to punch him then and there, but held herself back knowing she would have better time to do that later. The lieutenant of the hunt felt her body heat up as her lady turned to her true form, teleporting the four away from the camp.

When Thalia was hit by a strong blast of wind, she opened her eyes to find herself at the bottom of the path leading to the throne room of the gods. Percy and J were standing side by side, gazing over what lined the pathway, while Artemis stood further ahead, gesturing them to follow. The eyes of many nymphs and satyrs followed the four as they made their way up the mountain above the clouds, until the arrived at the doors, and opened them to see the rest of the council already seated. Near the hearth sat Lady Hestia, and conversing with his brother of the sea was Lord Hades. Though still not a part of the Olympian council, Thalia understood why the two of them were present, holding the other two positions of major Greek deities. Artemis made her way to her throne and Thalia continued to scan the thrones, stopping only when Percy placed a hand on her shoulder and pointed to a far corner of the room. Standing there, leaning against a pillar casually, was a young man dressed in all black, eyes closed as he rocked his head to the music playing in his earbuds. Thalia ran over to him, delivering a surprise punch to make him aware of her presence.

Nico rub his shoulder that his cousin had hit. "The hell, Thalia?" he complained. "Couldn't just say hello like a good person?" That comment earned him another punch.

"What, you think I'm not a good person?" Thalia threatened, to which Nico shrugged and backed away. "Besides, what are you doing here?"

"Your father messaged my father to come to Olympus on an urgent matter, and he thought it would be best to bring me along to learn about what was going on as well." Thalia scrunched her eyebrows in confusion.

"But it was Lady Artemis who sent a message out to the Olympians," she told her cousin. "So why would my father be the one to contact yours?" The two contemplated on the matter before Nico turned his attention to the two men at the door. "Who are they?" he asked Thalia. Said girl followed his gaze and furrowed her eyebrows at her cousin. Before she could speak, her father's voice boomed across the throne room.

"Percy Jackson," Zeus called. Said demigod walked forward and bent down on one knee to the king of the gods.

"Lord Zeus," Percy announced, before turning to the god of the seas. "Father." Poseidon smiled down at his son.

"It's good to see you again, Percy," the god said. Father and son nodded at each other before turning back to Zeus.

"I've been told you have news for us to hear," the sky god began. "Our ears are open."

"Thalia and Nico need to step outside first," Percy said. "I would like to speak with them after my friend and I have told you about it. I do not know if you would like the information I have spoken into the ears of others outside of you fourteen."

Zeus leaned back in his throne, looking over his daughter and nephew's unbelieving looks as he pondered Percy's words.

"Let us hear about what you have to say before we decide on that," Zeus offered, which Percy nodded to. The god turned to the other two present demigods. "Daughter, DiAngelo, if you would step out for a moment, and wait outside the doors until noted otherwise."

The two demigods looked ready to protest, but before either could speak, they found themselves flying backwards. Their surroundings went dark, returning seconds later, and the two landed 'gracefully' on their backs. The daughter of Zeus pulled herself of the ground to find herself outside the doors to the throne room, both being closed by J, who simply nodded in her direction, before shutting her out.

A groan had the huntress turn around to see he cousin rub the back of his head as he stumbled to his feet.

"Geez, father, couldn't you have moved us a little less painfully?" Nico complained. No response was given. "And when the hell did Perce return?"

"About 15 minutes ago," responded Thalia. "He appeared in the hunters' camp with his friend. Calls himself J."

"The letter, or the word Jay?"

Thalia opened her mouth to respond, but closed it on further consideration. "He didn't say. He does look weird though, wearing a dress and all."

"He was? I didn't notice. I did notice his sword though. I think it's a Japanese sword." Thalia looked at her cousin in confusion.

"And you would know this, how?"

"Dad made me train with Achilles. Achilles wanted me to train against all kinds of weapons with my own, to learn how each is wielded and used to its full potential, before using it myself. I think a samurai was using that sword when I was training."

"But he was wearing a dress."

"Still did not see that." Nico turned his attention from the ground to the doors in front of him. "What do you think they are talking about?"

"Oh yeah, that's right." Thalia turned around and threw her hand up in frustration. "What the hell, Kelp Head?! Why did you bring me over here, and we can't even hear about it in the first place?"

The son of Hades shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe it's a topic so dark, the facts could put us into a state of shock and fear, and if word was to spread, many would do the same and being to panic over something we might not have to?" The daughter of Zeus turned to face her cousin with a weird look.

"When did you become a nerd?"

"Okay, two things: one, I'm not a nerd, and two, the type of teaching I dislike the most is philosophy. It just drags on and on."

"I almost feel sorry for you."

"And you call yourself a good person." WHACK. "Dammit, Thalia. Stop hitting me."

The demigod and demigoddess stood in uncomfortable silence for several minutes, the only sounds either coming from the work of the folk that lined the pathway to the throne room, or the booms that came from said throne room.

"Why would Percy go to Japan?" Nico questioned out loud, breaking their own silence.

"How would you know he was there?" Thalia asked him in response.

"His friend. If I am to go solely off his sword, I would say Percy and his friend have been in Japan, if not other countries in Asia, for the past decade he has been gone. But he is virtually on the other side of the world from us if he was there. What could Percy possibly be doing so far away from the gods?"

"Discovering his inner female. Percy's friend was wearing a dress, while Kelp Head himself was wearing a skirt."

"He wasn't wearing a skirt. That was old gladiator clothing, worn by men who fought in the Colosseum. The arm holes did seem a bit big though, too big compared to that on regular armor his size."

The sound of creaking drew the attention of the two demigods to the doors to see J opening the way to the council. "You may enter," he told them, and stepped out of the entrance. The two stepped into the surprisingly quite throne room. Upon further inspection, Nico and Thalia could see the sadness of which the Olympians seemed to be carrying. Many of the Olympians wore a look of gloom, their eyes staring into space. Apollo, Hermes, and Demeter seemed to be on the brink of crying, whereas Aphrodite and Hestia already were, the love goddess by her husband and the hearth goddess by the other non-Olympian present.

Percy himself stood in the middle of the room, staring solemnly at Iris-message by his side. On it looked to be a news report, while the imagery being covered was a building going up in flames. It made no sound; the imagery was all it gave. Thalia tried reading the text that scrolled across the bottom of the message, but it was in a language she didn't know how to read. Percy swiped his hand through the message, evaporating it before Thalia could learn any more from it.

"May I tell them the news, Lord Zeus?" The king of the gods broke out of his trance to look at his nephew. He was confused by what Percy said until he noticed Nico and Thalia standing near the entrance.

"You may, nephew," the god responded. "Though I advise you tell them behind closed doors." Percy nodded to his uncle, turned around to see his cousins, and turned right back around after a thought came to mind.

"Uncle." Zeus was prepared to call the meeting over and zap on out, yet directed his attention back to his nephew. "There is something I need to ask of you alone. May I come back here in about an hour's time to speak with you again?" The god pondered Percy's words, taking some time to think before nodding.

"We may speak again. I expect to see you in an hour." With that, Zeus summoned his master bolt and threw it to the sky, the sound of thunder drawing the attention of the rest of the gods. "The council is dismissed. I give you all two hours to mull over what we have learned and come back here in two hours." Summoning another bolt, the king of the gods threw his icon at his feet, disappearing in a zap.

While the rest of the Olympians were leaving in their own ways, Hades, Artemis, and Poseidon were making their way towards the three demigods present in the room. Percy, already knowing what was going to be asked, answered the unvoiced question his uncle and Artemis were to give him.

"I will be with them for about 30 minutes. I have other matters I have to attend to after I tell them and before I come back, so they will be returning to you on their own." Hades held no emotion on his face, and though Artemis did not look pleased, the god and goddess nodded to Percy, who bowed to them respectively, before the two deities took their leave.

Poseidon stood tall, facing his son. Neither walked up to the other, shared a word, or opened their arms for a hug as Thalia was expecting. Instead, the father and son nodded to one another before the god of the sea evaporated into mist, leaving the three cousins alone in the throne room. Percy turned back to his cousins and smiled lightly.

"Now comes the hard part."