The Snowstorm had been going on for two months now, but that was just normal up here, not really much more up you could go really. After all, this was the top of the world. The ice the wind carried would have cut your skin into strands and without protective clothing frostbite would take effect within seconds.
It was always winter here. Which was fitting for who dwelt in this frozen hellhole, though he wouldn't describe it that way. As we progress through the fog, wind, and snow a shape emerges from the storm, appearing from almost nothing, almost as though the storm had been hiding it. To describe it in two words, looming and cold. It was as tall as the empire state building but three times as wide, and as soon as it appears the temperature drops even further.
The shape was a citadel. The walls were steep and tough as steel, somehow crafted from Ice Thousands of years old, though this was not unique for the walls, the entire Fortress was made from it. In truth the citadel had only been around for 500 years, but since then it had been around since the creation of earth. Ornate Staircases wound up to the summit dotted here and there with figures locked in combat, Men had come here throughout all of time, they had known there was something strange within this place, and had hoped to harness it, that obviously hadn't worked well. As such There were clashes of people from throughout history and all over the world: Greek Hoplites, Roman Legionnaires, Japanese Samurai, Persian Immortals, British Redcoats, Polish Hussars, Spanish Conquistadors, and French Grenadiers to name a few, all frozen in battle against their foes, for all of eternity.
As we ascend through the different levels the architecture stays almost exactly the same until we reach the top. A platform, tiered upwards in steps towards a throne, frozen in solid Ice. It seems that the cold, and power emanates from whatever is sitting on it as there is now a strange humming sensation and the temperature has reached its coldest point.
The humming seems to escalate as you watch and two Stormy blue eyes seem to ignite within the Ice as cracks seems to spread like lightning across the Ice, before suddenly exploding outwards into thousands of shards that would have killed anything they came into contact with, to reveal a figure slowly rising, pausing only momentarily to grasp a sword leaning precariously against the now revealed throne, "Well that was one hell of a power nap."
Hey guys it's me! (crazy, right.) I just wrote this story pretty quickly, although I've been meaning to for quite some time. So basically I totally ripped the main feature of this story (People being made who represent seasons by chaos) off of L. Lawliet-Rue Ryuzaki which I feel kind of bad for, but their was some elements of his story I just didn't like so I decided to re-do it my own way. Anyway, as you can probably tell Percy as winter is going to be heavily influenced off of the Lich King from World of Warcraft because he is a bad-ass, though I intend to have his powers over the undead less of a focus but still there a little bit. Anyway thanks for reading my first story you guys this is going to be fun.