Right, this idea's been floating about in my head for a while, and now I'm taking the time to type it up and post it. Enjoy, read, and review!
Warning: Contains the meetings of three separate pantheons, one of which you have likely never heard of before.
Chapter 1
We Find a Boy in Green
Carter
It all started about two months after we stopped the rise of Chaos and the destruction of human civilization. [No, Sadie, I'm not going to say you're welcome. Go away.] Anyway, I was up on the roof with Freak and Zia. We were just talking, when Freak started, well, freaking out.
"What's going on, man?" I asked him.
The gryphon [1] reared up on his hind legs, chainsaw wings buzzing.
"Carter, look at that." Zia pointed to what was causing the massive panic attack. Lying on the ground was an unconscious-looking boy in what looked like a green uniform. There was a long, straight, black-bladed sword lying by his side, and he held a knife made of the same metal loosely in his hand.
"Who is that?" Zia asked. "Some new initiate?"
"I've never seen him," I said, walking over to the unconscious boy. He was about 17, from the look of him, and breathing slowly. "Come on, we should get him to the infirmary."
Zia nodded and picked up his arms. I picked up his legs, and we carried him into Brooklyn House.
o.o.o.o
"Hey, Jaz! Come here for a second!" I called.
Jaz came into the infirmary. "What's going on, Carter?" she asked.
"We found this guy unconscious on the roof," I told her. "We don't know who he is or how he got here, but he had a sword, and a knife."
Jaz frowned. "And you want to put him in here?"
"Unless you have a better place for him," Zia said. "We could not think of any alternative."
"Yeah, sure, put him in the empty bed in the corner," Jaz said, still frowning in confusion. "He just appeared on the roof?"
Zia nodded, and I said, "As far as we could tell, yeah. He completely bypassed the magic defenses and the illusions to keep mortals out, and he isn't a magician- he doesn't have any of the supplies."
"Well, how could he have-"
"We don't know," Zia said simply.
"I'm going to find Sadie and Walt," I said, leaving the infirmary quickly.
o.o.o.o
"Sadie, Walt, get to the infirmary!" I called into the room where my sister and her boyfriend/Anubis, the god of death, were talking. "We have a situation!"
Sadie came out of the room, arms crossed in annoyance. "What is going on, brother, dear?" she asked.
Walt was a bit more cooperative. "What's up, man?" he asked.
"We have someone lying unconscious in the infirmary, and he appeared randomly on the roof, holding a sword and a knife," I said. I was starting to get tired of explaining the situation.
Walt frowned. "What does he look like?"
I didn't see why it mattered, but I said, "He's tall, thin, about 16 or 17, pale, freckles, with brown hair and wearing what Zia thought was a uniform of some kind. It was green."
"Okay… lead the way, man," Walt said.
o.o.o.o
"He's awake," Jaz said, as soon as we returned to the infirmary. "He woke up right after you left, and he started hollering about something called a… Boe- Anne; is what it sounded like." She shuddered. "Something else happened, too. There was a rush of wind, and all the lights went out. I felt like there was something behind me, watching me, and breathing down my neck…" she trailed off, hugging herself tightly.
"Well, let's go talk to this boy, yes?" Sadie said, walking over to the bed.
The boy had sharp, green eyes, and he analyzed the five people in the room as if we were a problem he needed to solve. "Who are ye?" he asked, a thick accent coloring his words. "An' where am Oi?"
"You're in Brooklyn," Walt said, and the boy's eyes locked onto Walt's, and his lip curled in disdain. "And we found you on our roof and brought you here to see who you are."
"Brooklyn?" the boy asked. He sat up straight and asked, "Brooklyn, New York? Bullcrap." He pointed at Zia, Walt, Sadie, and me. "Ye four're godsblood. Ye stronger'n the rest," he said, indicating Walt.
"Does he mean we've all hosted the gods?" Zia asked me quietly. "How can he tell?"
"Oi kin hear ye," the boy said, "an' Oi kin tell because gods ne'er fully leave. They enjoy hangin' abirt, makin' nuisances of 'emselves." He snorted. "Tha's if ye have the misfortune to have one in yer head. Oi've got one in me blood."
"A god in your blood?" Sadie asked. "What does that mean?"
"Means me grandmother's the goddess o' war an' terror," he said seriously.
"Sekhmet?" Jaz asked. "She's my patron goddess."
"Sekh-whit?" he asked. "Oi'm talkin' abirt Badb."
"What kind of god is Bahv?" Sadie asked. "Sekhmet is the war goddess."
"Oi've ne'er heard'f yer Sekhmet," the boy said.
"Whatever," I cut in, "What's your name, man?"
The boy looked straight at me, his green eyes calculating. "Captain Michael MacNamara, Fianna, or Royal Guard, 'f the King o' New Ulster. An' they'll be coming fer me, ye jist wait."
A/N: Internet cookies go to anyone who can guess what the third pantheon is!
[1]- This is the correct spelling of griffin. If you don't like it, write your own story.