AN: Well, this new idea literally hit me in the face... During geography... We're studying WWI and WWII... So, that's the only clue I'm giving you... :P Anyway, I hope this story catches your attention! Forgetting Before Remembering is currently my main story, so this will have fairly slow updates... :( But besides the point, keep reading! :D
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO... So all rights belong to Rick Riordan...
The seven demigods were exhausted. Then again, everyone was worn out. But they had no choice, for this was the Second Giant War. The battles was practically endless, one after the other. The final battle was looking dreary. The battlegrounds were scattered with demigod bodies and golden dust. Only two giants have fallen. The banes of Dionysus, Otis and Ephialtes.
Jason and Zeus were fighting Porphyrion, but they weren't very even in that fight. For every lightning bolt Zeus shot, Porphyrion fired one back thrice as powerful. For every strike Jason laid, Porphyrion sliced back thrice as hard.
Percy and Poseidon were working together slowly, and slowly overpowering Polybotes. He was still weakened from the battle in New Rome. Percy slashed and stabbed with Riptide as Poseidon sent wave after wave, hurricane after hurricane, and storm after storm. All hit Polybotes directly, but he stood strong with Gaea behind his back. Fortunately, he was slowly tiring and Gaea soon had to fight her own battle.
Annabeth helped her mother Athena, Frank with Mars, Hazel with Pluto, and the rest of the seven fought furiously with their parent. Nico summoned army after army of undead soldiers, fighting ferociously at the monsters.
The hunters of Artemis shot arrow after arrow, disintegrating monsters by the hundreds. Artemis herself was fighting Gration, the bane of said goddess. They were fairly even, especially with Thalia on her side.
Various demigods fought with the Olympians, typically with their godly parent. Less than half the battles were in Olympus's favor. But they fought hard, nonetheless. They weren't just fighting for their lives, but for the fate of the world. Gaea. Mustn't. Rise.
The world's fate was set on this one battle, and many have lost hope. But in one demigod, hope roared like a wave inside his heart. He fought hard, each strike harder than the previous. Even then, hope was slowly dwindling.
Suddenly, a horn blasted their ears throughout the battlefield. The monsters cheered, thinking even more reinforcements were coming. To their surprise, these were the Romans. They dove straight into the monster army and you could see the army falling.
One girl, in a praetor look, scanned the field, looking for one particular goddess. Who was she looking for, you may ask. Well, Gaea, the earth goddess was yet to rise. If she did, the world would be in her control. There, in the very center, the earth seemed to be shaking. Not dangerously, but subtlety, to where you could barely feel it.
But this girl noticed it immediately and prayed to her mother, the goddess Bellona. She would do her very best to end this. As quickly as possible.
Meanwhile, a young daughter of Aphrodite was charm speaking these monsters, forcing them to kill each. But to satisfy Olympus's needs, she must charm speak the giants, or even better, Gaea herself.
At that exact moment, Percy slammed his sword straight into Polybotes's heart. He shrieked in pain, only to be stabbed again by a gleaming trident, courtesy of Poseidon. His screams echoed as he slowly disintegrated.
Percy nodded to his father and they sprinted to the battle of Zeus and Porphyrion. With all four fighting against the King giant, his chances were dwindling.
On the other side of the battle, Annabeth and Athena were fighting to their peak. Their enemy was dangerous, for he was Enceladus, the bane of Athena. Athena spun around with her spear, preparing to send a deadly strike, but was completely unprepared for Enceladus's own spear.
To her utter surprise, a young, blonde girl jumped in the way of this deadly spear. But to her horror, this girl was her own daughter, Annabeth. Athena screamed her heart out, sadness overwhelming her.
Her favorite daughter, took a killing blow for her. She dashed to Annabeth's side, tears pouring down her face. She screamed her favorite daughter's name, but no response was heard. Athena looked up angrily, new vigor rushing through her veins.
With anger controlling her mind, she was a plain whirlwind of strikes, to where Enceladus could barely block any strikes. To make matters worse for this giant, a raven-haired demigod screamed and dove into the battle. With an angry mother and angry boyfriend, Enceladus had no chance of winning.
He awaited his death, as Percy dealt the killing blow, right through his neck. Athena twisted her spear into Enceladus's dark, black heart, relishing in his high-pitched shriek.
After Enceladus fell, Percy collapsed to his knees, tears racing down his face. His wise girl, his strength, his encouragement to fight, had fallen in battle. He sobbed, so heartbreakingly, that every head turned his way. His aura grew slowly stronger and stronger, and this beautiful turquoise shade of light surrounded him.
He screamed and his aura exploded, and an earthquake, of a magnitude so high the Richter Scale would have exploded, was unleashed. Even Poseidon would be jealous.
A huge, wide crack appeared and Percy rose, supported by a huge wave of water. His eyes were hollow, for his emotional support was gone. The giants, suddenly fearful of this demigod, were shaking.
The gods fought with new power, hope surging through their minds. The giants knew they didn't stand a chance, unless Gaea rose. They knew what must be done, and a sacrifice would be worth it. They chanted an Ancient Greek ritual which allowed Gaea is rise early.
With a sacrifice of course. The giants would fade for a duration of ten centuries, but to them, it was merely a blink of an eye. Well, at least to Gaea.
Brown light flooded the battlefield and a creepy cackle echoed in everybody's ears. The giants sank deep into the earth, but that was the least of their worries. Gaea has finally risen. Even with precautions, thanks to the praetor of Rome, Olympus was still rather unprepared.
Gaea rose to her full height of 57 feet, towering over every other being. The demigods were shaking in fear, except for a very particular one. He was still in an unstable emotional state. Even so, he was powerful.
Gaea scanned everyone and smirked at Percy's current state. She had an earthen sword, deadly in every shape or form. With a flick of her finger, the Olympians were bounded. They struggled helplessly against the earthen binds. The demigods slashed at the dirt hopelessly.
But Percy wouldn't let Annabeth's sacrifice go to waste. He leaped into the air and slashed with Riptide, which glinted under the sunlight. Luckily, Gaea was only half-awake and had a power reduction binding the Olympians. Gaea smirked, thinking this would be an easy battle to win.
But to her surprise, another demigod joined in. Piper persuaded her to back away, but Gaea thought a simple, puny demigod was no match for her. She cackled and slammed her sword at Percy. To her utter disbelief, it bounced off Percy sword and it was Percy's turn to smirk.
Who knew Percy had dipped his sword in the depths of Tartarus, or more so specifically, hellfire. Gaea gasped in realization. A sword forged in hellfire could sever the soul, even from a goddess. Gaea shook her head, cursing herself for her underestimation.
The battle raged, and to Gaea's anger, they were quite even. Scratches slowly appeared on both fighters. Deep gashes were visible of both the goddess and demigod. With a sudden unexpected slash, Percy grunted in pain.
Gaea's sword hit it's target: Percy's stomach. Blood gushed out of the wound and Piper shrieked. Her charm speaking level doubled and everyone present felt the need to drop their weapons. Percy fight the urge and the only way he kept going was to think about Annabeth's sacrifice.
But for Gaea's case, she didn't know the true meaning of love, only hatred. Piper's charm speak affect her so deeply, that her sword strokes faltered and Percy took this chance to stab her heart. With the weakened Gaea, the demigods managed to cut apart the binds of the Olympians.
As soon as they escaped, Gaea's heart dropped. With 12 powerful gods and goddesses, along with an army of demigods, Gaea was overpowered.
Cheers erupted, but to everyone's disbelief, Olympus's favorite hero collapsed to the ground, not moving. Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, was emotionally and physically injured. Deeply and severely.
Such an important demigod, deserving of godhood once more. But there he lay. Piper crouched by him, gently cradling his head. Jason felt a twinge of jealously, but guessed he deserved it. He had left Piper for Reyna, breaking her heart.
Apollo flashed the injured demigod to his private infirmary and the celebrations were postponed.
They had to wait for Olympus's most deserving, powerful, and important hero to heal, both physically and emotionally. They had to wait for Olympus's most deserving, powerful, and important hero to wake.
AN: How was that everybody? Fairly long, I think, especially for a prologue. As I said before, this will have rather slow updates, so please don't rush me. I will try my best to update ASAP. Thanks for reading! :)