The Demigod's Creed

Prologue

Chapter 1

A.N: I do NOT own Percy Jackson (wish I did) or any of the Assassin's Creed games/books

Percy's POV

"Look! I did not take anything! I swear!" I whined persistently as two muscular guards dragged me against the cold, hard stone floor. I tripped over a small rock and my legs went numb. I groaned in pain as my knees buckled and was now being dragged. I could feel the friction and my jeans slowly heating up. Please don't tear... Please don't tear... I prayed. Well, this felt familiar. Being framed for taking something. Being dragged to some place I don't even know. Man, Annabeth's going to KILL me. I decided to make an effort to struggle out of the guards' hold. So I did. Hard. Unfortunately, I think they go to some type of extreme gym training sessions, because the more I struggled, the tighter their grip became. Soon, I felt fingernail marks on my skin.

"No use trying to struggle, kid. These guys can lift a car with an arm, to them, you're just like a small bucket half-filled with water." A guard said behind me. Arghh... Freaking assholes. I tried to think like Annabeth, to brainstorm. All I could think of was Riptide, but it was in my pocket, which was far out of my reach. If only I had some type of magnetic force to attract Riptide over. Man, how cool would tha- DAMN IT! Concentrate, Percy. There's got to be something deep inside that seaweed brain. I finally gave up when the guards stopped. I looked up and saw a huge harbor. Water! Finally! Something I can use! I formed a small smirk and concentrated hard. I was about to send out a huge water tornado when a guard behind me stabbed me with a needle.

Darkness.

"Arghh... Where am I? What is this place?" I groaned. "Welcome, Perseus. I have been expecting you for a while. Those damn guards may be muscular but they sure don't know a damn thing about walking faster." A faint voice said. Everything was all blurry. All I could make out from my vision was a tall, big blob and a candle that lit up the entire room. Talk about poor lighting. I almost regained perfect vision, but everything went blurry again. "Hello? Are you awake?" My captor asked. I shook my head and rubbed my temples. Damn. I can't seem to uncross my eyes. What they have injected into me must have been pretty strong. I am in no condition to fight at all. "I... I think I'm fine. Who are you? Explain yourself. Why did you bring me here? What do you exactly want from me?" I demanded.

"Easy there, kiddo. I have requested my men to bring you here because I need your help. I want you to joi-" CRASH! "Sir! There are armed men with a huge navy ship outside! What do we do?" A guard screamed in a panic at the entrance of the room. Everything was starting to clear up as I stood up slowly, using the wall for support. The mysterious man glanced over at me and glanced back at the guard, "Man the cannons! Prepare for battle!" The guard saluted sharply and dashed out. "Those damn Assassins really don't have a life." He mumbled under his breath.

"Woah... Woah... What... What Assassins? Are they here to kill me or something? You still haven't answe-" BANG! "Men! Get ready for combat!" Guards screamed outside while rubble crumbled. "Listen closely, boy. You are here only because He wanted me to bring you here. Honestly, you are a waste of my time." He grabbed me by the collar and dragged me to the table. "Now be a good boy, and STAY. HERE. Understood?" I nodded slightly. He took out a small knife, grabbed the sleeve of my hoodie and pinned my arm to the table. "Good." He said before slamming the wooden door behind him.

Sheesh, what's up with him? I heard some slashing outside while I tried to take out the knife from my hoodie because A: It was my favourite hoodie and B: My shoulder was cramping up. Unfortunately, I was right-handed, so my left hand did not have strength to pull the blade out. Although everything was blurry, I could still make out a rough sketch of my captor's face.

He had a big scar on the side of his cheek. Like Luke. He had blonde hair. Like Luke. He was muscular. Unlike Luke. Thank gods it wasn't not Luke. If not Camp Half-Blood would be in big trouble. I looked around the room and found a small chair. I slowly sat on it because it had creaky noises even when I dragged it over. I leaned my head on my left hand and thought back to how I even got myself into this mess.

Flashback:

"Annabeth! Are you done putting on the new gear? I still can't figure this out. Can you help me with this? Capture the Flag is about to start soon." I said, frustrated. Annabeth just laughed and helped me unhook my arm from the sleeve of the amour. I heard her mutter a small, "A seaweed brain indeed." When I finally got my gear on, Annabeth pecked me on my cheek before we headed out of my cabin, hand in hand. I couldn't be any happier.

While walking to the field for the 'briefing', I examined my gear: A light shade of brown and short sleeves along with straps to strap small weapons like daggers (although Riptide was already good enough). There was a hook at the side of the amour, for unknown reasons. Lastly, there were light brown boots that went up to half of my calf with a strap on the right side of each boot. I gathered with my team and waited for the game to start.

"READY! STEADY! CHARGE!" Chiron's voice boomed across the battlefield. Swords clashed and sparks flew. As per usual, I went for the flag with 4 other campers to defend me. I looked at the treetops, making sure Annabeth or Ares campers were planning an ambush. I heard some rustling in a bush as one of my defenders walked towards it. A bow was shot and hit him in the arm. He fell to his knees as another camper from my team threw a knife, stabbing the opponent in the thigh. He screamed and fainted. Damn amateurs.

We continued to advance without difficulty (strange) and reached the famous river. Where there was ALWAYS an ambush. But of course, knowing the opponent, they aren't that stupid enough to have the same battle strategy every time. So, we continued. I dipped myself into the water while the others waded across.

"GAHH!" One of the defenders screamed while the other covered his mouth to prevent unwanted attention from the other team. He took an arrow to the knee (A.N. Ha, get it? it's not a marriage term but I was running out of places arrows could shoot at. My apologies). Apollo campers, for sure. I swam to the surface of the water and looked at the tree tops. No a single living soul. They must have escaped. I was one defender down, not a good sign. I heard some rustling in the trees and I immediately dodged to the side as an arrow flew past me. I threw a small knife at the tree immediately and sure enough, an Apollo camper, Zen Lee fell off. He had camouflaged amour and paint on him. No wonder we could not spot anyone.

"Use throwing knives and aim for the treetops." I commanded my teammates. They nodded and threw on command. Sure enough, campers fell from the sky. However, there was a remaining Apollo camper that shot two of my teammates, so I was alone. I threw my last knife at a bush and a camper fainted, exposing himself. I walked cautiously towards him and took my blade out. This might come in handy... I washed it in the river and carried on walking into the forest. The faint glow of Riptide kept monsters away and was my light to find my way to the flag. I was almost there. I could feel it. *rustle* I turned around and scanned the area. *even more rustling* "Who is it?" I screamed as my voice echoed. Leaves fell off bushes and trees. There is another human being here. I can feel the person's body warmth. But... Where is he? Or even she?

Suddenly, men in chain mail amour ambushed me. I readied my sword. "Very funny, guys. Really? Chain mail? I thought you guys were better than this. I expected more out of you guys. Seriously." I rolled my eyes. Then, I noticed. These guys weren't just ordinary campers, they were not even campers. They wore helmets with a huge cross in the center, where they could peek through.

I readied my stance, "Who are you people and how did you get in here? These grounds are off limits to mortals like you." I narrowed my eyes and examined every move they made. Suddenly, one of them struck behind me. I spun around and sliced his abdomen while other men charged. I deflected every blow until another man sneaked up on me and injected a drug into my arm. I screamed in pain before blacking out.

Flashback ends

"Creeeaaakkk" I turned around and faced the door. "Come on. We have to go! They are coming for you. Hurry up!" A man covered in blood barged in the room. I shot him an annoyed look, pointing towards the knife. The mysterious man rolled his eyes and jogged towards me. He pulled the knife out and signalled me to hurry up while I rubbed my wrist in pain.

When I exited the room, I heard swords clashing, guns firing and screams of pain. "Get down!" A man warned as a cannonball flew through a wall. Damn, the chances of me getting out alive are pretty low. Before I could ask the man escorting me to who-knows-where, he stopped in his tracks and became limp. I watched in horror and stepped back when I heard 'shnick'. The man in front of me fell to his knees as a hooded man was revealed.

"Perseus Jackson. Ah, a fine boy. It's time."