Notice: Before I begin this story, the first few thousand words will be mixed slightly with cannon, but that is so I could keep some elements of the original story. A lot of it however, is mainly my own words and writing.

Disclaimer: I am not affiliated, in any way, with Rick Riordan, nor do I own the 'Percy Jackson and the Olympians' series. This is a work of FanFiction based off of it.

[Start of the chapter]

'A half-blood of the eldest gods

Shall reach sixteen against all odds

Heavenly power brought from within

Will be mistaken as false sin

And see the world in endless sleep

The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap

A single choice shall end his days

Olympus to preserve or raze'

The prophecy rang through my head while I concentrated on the water and felt the power surge through me, heavenly power.

Without warning, I advanced towards Hyperion, sprinting across the water from the nearby reservoir, his body on the opposite side coming towards me. Yeah buddy, two people can play that game.

Once twenty feet away, Hyperion raised his sword readily; but his eyes were the same. The same as in my dream - like Kronos's golden touch, but much brighter like miniature suns.

"The sea god's brat," he mused. "You're the one that trapped Atlas beneath the sky again?"

"It wasn't hard." I said cheekily in the midst of this. "You Titans are about as bright as my gym socks, the ones I never wash."

Hyperion snarled angrily. "You want bright?"

Suddenly, his body ignited in a column of pulsing heat and intense light, temporarily blinding me. I looked away but the effects still lingered.

Instinctively, I raised Riptide to strike against his attack just in time. Our blades clashed, his slamming into mine powerfully. The shock wave from two divine beings clashing sent a ten-foot ring of water washing across the surface of the lake.

Unfortunately, my eyes still burned from his light. I had to turn it off somehow.

In the second I had to spare, I willed the tidal wave leaving us to reverse, causing it to come back talk. Just before impact, I leapt into the air onto a jet stream of water.

"AHHHH!" The Titan yelled, the waves smashing into him while he went under, his light distinguishing.

I landed on the lake's surface when the water rumbled and in a splash of clear liquid, Hyperion was back on the surface. He was in his golden armour which had dimmed and was dripping wet; along with his eyes which no longer blazed, but they still looked murderous.

"You will burn, Jackson!"

Our swords met again in a flurry of sparks, charging up the ozone.

I could sense the battle still raging on around us. On the right flank, Annabeth was leading an assault with her siblings. On the left flank, Grover and his nature spirits were regrouping, entangling the enemies with bushes and weeds.

I was about to make some clever comment, like "No," when the Titan yelled in frustration. A wall of force slammed me through the air - just like the trick Kronos had pulled on the bridge. I sailed backwards about three hundred yards and smashed into the ground. If it hadn't been for my invulnerability, I would've smashed every bone in my body.

Are you sure it was only your invulnerability protecting you? My mind whispered to me, and it struck me confused for a second before I brushed it aside.

I got to my feet, groaning. "I really hate it when you Titans do that."

Hyperion showed no mercy and closed the gap between us with blinding speed.

I wasn't about to let him hit me so I gathered my mind onto the water, drawing strength from it.

Hyperion began his onslaught when he reached me, me just bringing up Riptide. He was powerful and fast, but he couldn't seem to land a blow. The ground around his feet kept erupting into flames, but I kept dousing it just as quickly.

It was repetitive, me trying to find a fault in his stance and I could, landing a slash but it didn't do much in his golden armour; unlike himself, who couldn't land a hit on me for his life.

These battles, these fights, deaths and orders for soldiers reminded me where I was. Where I was fighting, what I was in and why I had trained all of my life for.

For a war.

The very word for some odd reason, gave me an indescribable sensation. Like it rejuvenated me like water always does, but so much more stronger as if I was standing in an ocean. I don't know what it was, but it pumped my blood while the sounds of war increased into my ears, my combat skills increasing. The cries of war, the deaths of war and the smell of war invaded my mind.

I didn't care, because it was what was giving me the edge for this fight.

"Stop!" the Titan roared, backing up. "Stop this nonsense, this-this wind!"

I didn't understand what he meant. Unsure, it took less than a second to look around. I was in the middle of my own hurricane, gusts of wind whipping around me sending my clothes into an erratic dance. Hyperion just brought up an arm, then stumbled further away. Water sprayed him once his arm came down, stinging his eyes.

He stumbled further backwards while my hurricane raged on. Clouds of water vapour swirled around me, winds so powerful they buffeted Hyperion and flattened the grass in a twenty-yard radius. Enemy warriors were throwing javelins and spears at me, but the storm knocked them aside.

I assumed my power would be weakening drastically, since I had been holding this up for a while but that same power from before was keeping me refreshed. I glanced left, needing some help, but only saw Grover making his way to me but he wouldn't reach me in time.

I decided to take this fight into my hands, I couldn't let anyone get hurt anyway. I clenched my fist to the sky dramatically, never had I thought this day would come, and shouted, power exuding from me. Lightning flickered around me and thunder clapped in the distance; the clouds darkened to extreme levels with the rain zipping down faster.

With one last look right, I noticed Grover waving his arms solidly, his eyes pleading me to wait just a little bit longer but my decision wouldn't change. Readying myself for the resume of our battle, I put myself into my custom stance, ready to charge once again.

Unfortunately, the Titan didn't want any of it and erupted into a show of sizzling flames, scorching the vicinity around him, and turning the water into mist. His armour glowed brightly, eyes starting to harshly glare again and his sword now pulsing with power.

"You scum." He bellowed from many feet away, pointing his sword at me. "You will perish where you stand, boy!"

A shiver of fear crept down my back, because of the pure bloodlust and murderous intent behind his words. It wasn't major enough to make me shake but it instilled it into me. That emotion I tried to not to feel and hide.

"Once I am done with you," he continued, his aura flaring even further. "I will go to your home - mortal and divine and make your family beg for mercy while I slowly and painfully kill them!" He shouted in anger. Those words struck a chord within me, I wouldn't let him go near my family.

In pure fury, I sent a dense stream of water spiralling towards him which set him out once again. Hyperion yelled at the endless line of water, and it threw him even further away into a maple tree.

I darted forward to his location, realising his power signatures went down. Seeing some smoke billowing into the sky lightly, I noticed Hyperion stuck in the tree. His body was embedded deep into the trunk, his hands still wrapped around his sword.

"So dude…" I began, ready to strike him down. Hyperion finally saw me and he grit his teeth tightly.

"What do you want, brat? Give me a second and I'll be out of here in no time," He spat, wrenching out for the tree.

"You need to lighten up," I grinned at him and at my pun, when I brought out a random, small torch. "Here." I tossed it to him, the object hitting him in the face, only serving to make the Titan more agitated.

"I'll lighten up, I'll light up your family in flames!" Hyperion chuckled mirthlessly. And it happened again, his voice and tone instilled a tiny form of raw emotion.

Fear.

I lowered my sword, and he curiously gazed at me. "Surrendering Jackson?" He mocked. "I knew you would gain some brains sometime soon."

I stalked toward, as if I was ready to pounce my prey and looked him in the eye. I felt compelled to. Hyperion stared back at me, eye to eye and we stood there until his breathing became laboured.

I didn't understand what was going on; I was going forward for the final blow when Hyperion started to unbelievably shake. He muttered incoherent sentences, sweat dripping quickly down his forehead. I could smell if, the fear emanating from him.

"Stop!" He shouted, quivering. "What are you doing?! Why can I- ahhh!" Hyperion screamed, now using his hands to claw at his eyes. The very sight scared me, I knew I was scary and devilishly handsome, but I could never make a divine being feel fear.

It was so strong, he dropped his sword, the sound of it clattering bouncing in my ears. All I heard were his several screams and ears against his throats. "'Make it stop! Anything! Anything but this! The pain, the hate… st-stop…" Hyperion begged, pleading with everything he had, choking out all his words.

I was unsure of what was going on. I never had the power to cause fear, and I had never heard of any kids of Phobos, the god of fear. All I did was stand there, stunned at the Titan in front of me, now edging away.

Giving mercy on the suicidal being, I raised my sword once more and dashed forward. With it up high, I brought it down onto him in one swift blow. It showered golden dust for the next minute when I noticed some of it gathering together.

Together into a ball, a ball of bright light - but not harsh like Hyperion's surprisingly. Was this like those movies where you get magical powers now?

I chuckled to myself in the midst of all this mess of dust and battles. Obviously, I would think of that. I capped Riptide warily, still not leaving sight of the ball, and slipped it into my pocket in its pen form.

Suddenly, the ball moved through the air towards me. I jerked away from it, what was it doing? It didn't budge and still was following me. I took a step right. So did the ball.

I did this in every direction when inevitably, it reached me after my parade of dance moves. A dazzling flash blinded me temporarily when it entered my chest and vanished; with it giving me power.

I felt powerful, very powerful, like I could take on Kronos right now. It had felt like I didn't just battle the Titan of light just now but I did.

I ignored it because I didn't have time, exhaustion was taking its toll on me while the sun was still laughing at me. Why is Apollo so happy in a war? I thought while wiping a hand across my forehead which cleared any sweat there.

I wish it would just shine less brightly. I snorted to myself, and started to make my way back to Grover who was at the end of my pair of destruction. I couldn't alter light, only the dude I just killed could. I took an observation at the havoc I created, trees strewn across the park and chucks of the earth ripped out.

I sighed at that when the light dimmed down. What? Did I do that? No way.

I shook my head, there was no way I could do that. But what if I could, I had just got that orb of power from Hyperion? What if it was a way to gain new powers?

Not giving much effort but a chance, I concentrated in the light. I imagined a ball of the stuff, sitting in my open palm. I hadn't felt anything change and huffed. I looked at my hand and gaped like a fish.

There was sphere of yellow sitting there. I poked it and it felt like a plush toy, but hard enough to move. I squeezed my fist, destroying the creation.

But why did I get his powers? Why not any other immortals I defeat? I wondered. Wait, fear, war - I beat Ares and his son, Phobos in battle so that means I have their abilities. I smiled at this revelation.

Does that mean I can get his blessing like Clarisse? What about Atlas? Or even Iapetus? And that's why Hyperion was afraid, since I did what Phobos did, show your worst fears. I wonder what he saw.

I pondered this and was eager to try these abilities out but soon saw Grover in sight, panting heavily. I quickly went over to him and he bent over, breathing heavily.

"You… y-you took Hyperion out?" Grover panted, sweat pouring off his horns.

I grinned at him. "Yeah, I did. You didn't think I'd lose, did you G-Man?" I teased him.

"N-no. I knew you'd win, and even though you're a demigod, you still won the battle." He shook his head in amazement.

I walked over to him and reminded myself to check out my abilities later on. "C'mon Grover, this wasn't even the hard part. We still have some more battles left." I patted him on the shoulder.

"And h-how long will we continue losing lives?" He asked me.

I gazed in the distance, watching Annabeth and her cabin fight against the hordes of monsters. "Not long buddy, not long," I assured him. "The day is coming to an end, Kronos will surely retreat for the day. Neither side would fight through the night…" I reasoned. I don't think even gramps would be that stupid.

"Yeah, you're right," Grover began. We were jogging to Annabeth when Kronos's army were retreating, causing us to cheer. I should've smiled, but I frowned. What is old gramps up to now? "We sho-" Grover nodded along to his words before there the surprise I was waiting for had been unleashed.

"REEEEET!"

The high-pitched squeal echoed through upper Manhattan. Demigods and monsters alike froze in terror.

Grover shot me a panicked look. "Why does that sound like… but it can't be!"

I knew what he was thinking. Two years ago, we'd gotten a great "gift" from Pan - a huge boar that shatters your eardrums which carried us across the Southwest (after it tried to kill us). The boar now had a similar squeal, but what we were hearing now seemed more high-pitched, shrilled, almost like… like if the boar had an angry girlfriend.

"REEEEEEET!" A huge pink creature soared over the reservoir - a Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade nightmare blimp with wings.

"A sow!" Annabeth cried. "Take cover!"

Demigods scattered, trying to find somewhere to hide from the flying thing. I ducked behind a random car, as the winged lady pig swooped down. The wings were pink life a flamingo's, which matched her skin beautifully, but it was difficult to think of her as cute when her metal hooves pounded into the ground near me, barely missing me. I glanced at the pig, and saw it was romping around maniacally, pulling trees out of their roots while belching a cloud of noxious gas. Then it took off again, leaving the area and probably getting ready to commit another strike.

"Don't tell me that thing is from Greek Mythology," I complained.

"Afraid so," Annabeth said. "The Clazmonian Sow. It terrorised Greek towns back in the day." Annabeth had analysed the creature already.

"Let me guess," I replied. "Hercules beat it."

"Nope," Annabeth said. "As far as I know, no hero has ever beaten it."

"Perfect," I muttered. "Let's go and beat something which has never been beaten."

The Titan's army was slowly recovering from its shock, I guess they realised the pig wasn't really after them at all.

Our side only had seconds before they would ready themselves again and charge again. Every time the damn sow belched, Grover's nature spirits helped and faded back into their trees.

"That pig has to go." I fetched a grappling hook from one of Annabeth's siblings. "I'll take care of the pig with daddy issues. You guys aim to hold the rest of the enemy back. Push them back!" I advised.

"But, Percy," Grover insisted, "what if we can't?"

I could see how exhausted he was. How tired Annabeth was. This was draining them, Grover's nature magic, the fighting, Annabeth's shoulder wound - we had our limits. I didn't know how the hunters were doing, but hopefully they were fending off great, but the right flank of the enemy army was now between them and us.

"Retreat if you need to," I said. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

Annabeth replied joke-threateningly. "You better."

"You know I will. It's not like I haven't danced with death before!" I smirked at them and waved, making my way in the direction of the boar.

Now all I have to do is stop a flying, insane pink pig from causing havoc and defeat the unbeatable creature. I sarcastically thought. I rolled my eyes at this.

Easy peasy.

[End of the chapter]

A/N: I know y'all are confused with what's going on. Nothing much has happened, though I'm reaching the more… helpful parts of the story. This is only a test to see if I should continue with the idea or not.

This idea was inspired by several authors, but it is a unique idea forged by me people. I try and make this as best as I can, and as realistic and entertaining too, while keeping Riordan's way of writing too, but that's pretty difficult.

I would say the main plot of the story but you'll just have to wait, because it's pretty damn different, I won't lie.

I just hope you enjoyed it. Reviews would be appreciated, and criticism, hate and compliments are all welcome because frankly, they all will help me in the long run. Though tell me if this is any good, and if I should continue or not.

Peace.