A/N: Here is the first chapter of my first PJO fanfic. Enjoy! :-)
Denouncer: I DON'T OWN PJO OR HOO OR ANYTHING RELATED TO IT! RICK RIODIAN DOES!
Percy's POV
I stabbed my sword through the head of a dreacena and watched her dissolve into golden dust. All around me, the cries of wounded demigods and dying monsters reached my ears. This was it, the final battle of the Second Giant War at the base of the original Mount Olympus.
I looked around and saw Frank in the form of a dragon blasting monsters with fire and demolishing their numbers with his razor sharp claws. Hazel was on the back of Airon and speeding around the battle field, swiping her golden spatha through the bodies of any monster she passed. Piper was using her charm-speaking powers to make monsters attack their allies, causing some chaos in their ranks. Leo had his flaming hammers out and was bashing them into the heads of monsters, his body alight with flames. Jason was using his gladius to slice his way through monsters, occasionally calling down a lightning bolt to vaporize some monsters. Annabeth had her invisibility cap on and was sneaking behind enemy monsters, making them explode into golden dust before they knew what, or who, hit them.
Both the Greek and Roman demigods were there too, Reyna having resolved the feud that Octavian had caused with the return of the Athena Parthenos.
The hunters of Artemis were behind the demigod lines, choosing to use their bows than have to use their hunting knives in close combat.
But it wasn't enough.
There were thousands of monsters and only about 700 demigods from the combined Greek and Roman ranks. Whenever a monster was killed, it seemed that two would take their place. They were fighting a losing battle, and the giants hadn't even decided to show up yet.
The gods were watching off to the side with mournful looks on their faces, not able to help their children because of the ancient laws.
A hellhound lunging at me broke me out of my internal musings, only to explode into golden dust before it could reach me. Annabeth materialized in front of me with a smirk on her face, twirling her new drakon bone sword that she still used from Tartarus.
"Thanks Annabeth." I panted. We had been fighting monsters for close to an hour straight and I was starting to feel the effects of the constant hacking and slashing.
Annabeth threw me a chunk of ambrosia and I gratefully shoved the entire piece in my mouth, relishing the taste of my mom's home baked cookies that I loved and hadn't had in months. I felt the energy return to my muscles sighed.
"Come on seaweed brain we have to keep fighting." Annabeth said as she popped a piece of ambrosia in her mouth as well.
I nodded my head and watched as he slid her Yankees baseball cap back on her head and disappear from view.
I shoved my hand in my pocket, pulled Riptide out and uncapped it. My bronze sword elongated in my hand until I was holding my three foot long sword that I had had for years. It was a constant reminder of one of my biggest regrets in life, Zoe Nightshade.
Pushing that thought out of my head I jumped back into battle. My mind went into autopilot like it always does in battle, relying only on battle instincts to keep me alive. I slashed the head off a hellhound and used its half dissolved body as a step stool to jump and stab a cyclops in its eye. It roared in pain and exploded into dust, dropping me to the ground. I ducked under an arrow fired by a centaur and threw Riptide at it where it embedded itself in its chest before he could fire another.
The hair on the back of my neck stood on end and by instinct, ducked under the swing of a club from another cyclops that was determined to avenge one of its brother's death. Riptide hadn't yet returned to my pocket so I was stuck trying not to get crushed by the cyclops's club until it returned or running over to where Riptide lie in a pile of centaur dust.
I decided on the latter and sprinted over to where the centaur died not a moment before. The cyclops, not wanting to lose a chance for revenge started lumbering after me. The moment I reached my sword, I turned around a ran straight at the enraged cyclops. The moment before I was going to be flattened by the enormous club that he was carrying, I twisted my body to the right and stuck Riptide into the one eyed monster's exposed side.
His one eye widened in surprise and he exploded into a shower of golden particles which coated me even thicker in golden dust.
The ground started shacking violently and directly at the base of the mountain, fifteen gigantic forms started rising from the ground. There forms solidified and showed them as the Giants, Polybotes, Enceladus, and Alcyoneus among them. It seemed that they had escaped Tartarus again with the help of their mother and father.
I recognized all the Giants present thanks to the fact that Annabeth had drilled theme into the seven's heads on the way from the Doors of Death. Porphyrion the King of the Gigantes, Gration, Leon, Hippolytos, Pelorus, Tityus, Mimas, Pallas, Typhoeus, Eurytos, Agrios, and Thoon, along with Polybotes, Enceladus, and Alcyoneus.
Porphyrion stepped forward out of the line of giants and started laughing loudly.
"Give up now Olympians!" he jeered. "You stand no chance against us and our mother! Once she rises there will be no hope for survival on this planet! We will crush every one of you and send you to our father for eternal punishment!"
The twelve Olympians plus Hades flashed between the fifteen Gigantes and the demigods. "You dare to speak to the King of The Gods with such disrespect?" Zeus all but snarled. "We shall rip you to shreds just like we did a millennia ago!"
Porphyrion chuckled. "Yes, you incompetent fools managed to vanquish us all those years ago. But now, you all are weak from the fight with our bastard brother Kronos and his pet Typhon are you not?" he countered. "You don't have the power now to do what you were able to do last time."
Zeus's eyes narrowed. Even though he knew what he said was true he wasn't about the give up his status as King of the Gods that easily.
In a flash of light Zeus's form switched into that of Jupiter coated in roman style armor with his master bolt in hand. "Let us see if you can hold up to that claim."
Jason ran up beside his father and prepared to fight the bane of Zeus/Jupiter. Following his lead, Frank, Hazel, Annabeth, Piper, Leo, Nico, Thalia, and I all ran up to our parents, and in Thalia's case, patron's respective side. My father gave me a warm smile and he too flashed his Atlantian armor on. In an explosion of sea foam, his trident appeared at his side, glowing a faint blue-green with power. Like the rest of the gods, he seemed to have a grip on both his personalities and was in his Greek aspect since I was his only demigod son.
In a flash of light beside the Olympians, Heracles appeared with his signature club in his hand and Nemean Lion pelt across his shoulder. Artemis's eyes narrowed and looked at him with disdain. "Why are you here Heracles?" She spat. "Shouldn't you be guarding the Mediterranean?"
I myself didn't like the god of strength knowing what he actually was like from what he did to Zoe. I again pushed the thoughts of the person that I regretted losing the most out of my head and focused on what Heracles was saying.
Heracles looked at Artemis and gave her an arrogant smile. "I defeated most of these Giants on my own last war so you will need me to do the same this time." He replied arrogantly.
Jupiter gave Artemis a look that said "Shut up and talk about this later we are in the middle of a war."
Heracles gave Artemis a smug smile which she returned with flipping him the bird.
He chuckled and his eyes drifted to the demigod at his father's feet. Heracles' smile turned into a scowl at seeing Jason, obviously not forgetting being humiliated during their last encounter.
Porphyrion let out a booming laugh. "I hate to break up this family 'bonding' time but I have a mother to raise, a Queen of the Gods to marry, and a world to destroy, so let's get to it."
Wasting no time on thinking of a reasonable plan, Heracles ran ahead of the line of gods and goddesses and swung his club at Leon, the lion headed Giant that he had ripped to shreds a millennia prior.
As if expecting a stupid move like this from the dumb minor god, Leon ducked under his club, swiveled around, and bashed his own club against the top of Heracles' head. He crumpled to the ground, unconscious.
Although I found it very amusing to see the stupid fool get taken down a few notches in a few seconds, I also was a little uneasy of how little effort it took for one of the weaker Giants to take out a god. Even though I thought Heracles was an annoying prick, he still was a god and wasn't easily knocked unconscious.
Jupiter sighed and snapped his fingers, transporting Heracles back to his island where he guarded the Mediterranean.
Porphyrion's laughter again boomed around the area. "Can't you see?" He taunted. "You stand no chance. Just give up now and your deaths will be less painful."
Jupiter said nothing but instead his eyes drifted to his Roman son, Jason, at his side. Jason's eyes were filled with determination. Jupiter looked back at Porphyrion and said the words that all the Olympians were waiting for. "Olympians! Attack!"
A/N: Okay there is chapter 1. I was planning on making it longer but I just kind of wanted to put a break between the battle between the gods and the giants. Follow, favorite, and review to tell me what you think of the story so far. I am planning on getting to why the story is called Divine Mortal either next chapter or the chapter after that. I'm okay with constructive criticism to help me get better at writing but please don't hardcore flame.
(Edit) I went through the chapter and fixed all the spelling and grammatical errors that I missed the first time :-)