I don't know if anyone has done anything similar, I apologize if you think I've copied you but I haven't.
PERCY J IS NOT MINE.
CHARACTERS NOT MINE.
PLOT, HOWEVER, IS MINE.
IMAGINE THIS FIRST SCENE LIKE THE ICE CAVE FROM CAPTAIN AMERICA.
I'M SORRY IF ANY HISTORICAL CLOTHES/REFERENCES ARE INCORRECT.
PERCY IS A YEAR OLDER THAN ANNABETH IN THIS.
TOTALLY DIFFERENT UNIVERSE, IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED ALREADY.
GAIA NEVER AWOKE, NO WAR WITH THE EARTH. THERE IS A PROPHECY OF SEVEN, AND THEY'VE BEEN HUNTING FOR THE LAST OF THE SEVEN.
Camp Half-Blood is at peace with Camp Jupiter. They're carrying out a joint ice excavation (don't know if that's the right word for it) in Antarctica, because Chiron and Lupa both sensed great power.
Annabeth Chase, a pretty blonde sixteen-year-old daughter of Athena, is digging around with her dagger. They're in a large hollowed out cave in the ice, with stalactites and stalagmites in every corner. Jason Grace, Piper McClean, Leo Valdez, Frank Zhang, Hazel Levesque, Thalia Grace, and a load of other Greek (no more Roman) demigods are poking at the ice, in search of the 'great power'. Leo was melting the ice with his hands.
Annabeth brushed off her jeans ineffectually and sighed. "Guys, we might as well call it a day," she called out. There were murmurs of agreement as they all started to head towards the rope ladder dangling in the cave.
Jason had just reached the ladder when something caught Annabeth's eye.
"Wait!" she yelled, unnecessarily loud. Her voice echoed around the cave. "What's that?"
She hurried over. It had been a glint of bronze that had caught her eye. She fell to her knees and started scooping away at the ice with her dagger.
"There...there's something under here!" she called back. Everyone came rushing over, Clarisse, Thalia, Jason, Piper, Leo and Katie Gardner at the front, waiting behind Annabeth.
After a few minutes of digging, Annabeth uncovered a length of leather with a slightly tapered end, with bronze studs. Her heart thumped. "If this is what I think it is," she said, trembling slightly, "then...oh my god..."
A large chunk of ice suddenly slithered loose and Annabeth leapt back with a small scream. All of the demigods behind her gasped and backed off a few steps.
A head was encased in the icy floor, face up. A male, who looked about seventeen - a year older than Annabeth - with slight stubble on his chin. Messy black hair, handsome features, closed eyes. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if he was asleep and trying to solve a puzzle in his dreams.
"What the HECK?!" Leo squeaked.
Annabeth had gotten over her shock and crawled forward slightly. "Cyrogenically frozen," she whispered, but all the demigods caught it. "From the looks of it..."
She began digging frantically with her dagger again, eagerly this time. When no-one moved to help her, she made a swift motion with her hand, and the rest of the Seven - minus one - with Thalia all hurried forward to dig.
A body began forming. Tall, at least six foot three, and muscled but not obscenely. Clothed in a chainmail top and a leather pleated skirt, a sword at the hip. Ancient Greek warrior clothes.
The body was eventually free from ice and they all sat back on their haunches, panting slightly. Annabeth reached forward and touched the blue-white, lightly frosted arm gently. Beyond freezing cold.
"Back to the Argo II with him," she said decisively. "Jason, Clarisse, help me."
Jason grabbed the guy's torso, Clarisse his legs, and Annabeth helped them carry the heavy Greek warrior to the foot of the ladder.
"FESTUS!" Annabeth yelled up. "Some sort of carrier, please?"
There was snort, a blast of brief heat, and a leather sling was lowered on a chain. They hoisted the warrior into it and climbed up the ladder, Annabeth tugging three times on the chain, making the sling zip up out of sight.
They got to the top. The sling had deposited the still frosted warrior onto the deck of the ship. The rest of the demigods clambered up the ladder and onboard as Annabeth ordered Jason and Clarisse to get him to the infirmary.
"Leo, with me," she said briskly.
"The Torch is happy to help," he said, striking a superhero pose.
Annabeth rolled her eyes and muttered something about decapitation. Leo swiftly followed her.
Jason and Clarisse had laid the warrior down on one of the beds. "What the heck do we do now?" Jason asked, nervous.
"Leo, I need fire," Annabeth said, and Jason's eyes bugged.
"Now, THAT I can do," Leo said joyfully, his hands flaming.
"Not like that!" Annabeth hissed. "Do you want to roast him? Gentle heat, please."
Leo looked disappointed but obliged.
"Now, I want you to gently and slowly defreeze him," Annabeth said.
Leo looked at her quizzically, but seeing her impatience and knowing not to mess with the daughter of Athena, got busy.
It was a long, slow process, which Annabeth claimed necessary, because 'fast heat is dangerous in this situation'. During that time, the rest of the demigods trickled down to the infirmary and stood around the warrior's bed, fascinated, until everyone, excluding only Festus and Coach Hedge, was there, staring down at their discovery.
When Leo was done, Annabeth touched the warrior's arm. Still cold, but she could feel a pulse thrumming alive and strong. She frowned. That was strange. He shouldn't be waking up that quickly.
The warrior's skin was tan, his hair surprisingly dry after spending so much time frozen solid. His eyes began moving under their lids, and the demigods all took in a breath and stepped back slightly.
The warrior's eyes snapped open.