I do not own Percy Jackson if I did the Magic elements wouldn't have been so mundane.
CH 1 The Warning
A terrible Screech pierced the quiet veil of the night. The people of a kingdom, woken by this inhuman sound shivered in fright as they tried too return to the gentle embrace of Morpheus. Mothers rushed to the children to calm them and help them sleep but the inhuman cries made that extremely difficult. This seemingly peaceful kingdom was not unfamiliar with these screams and roars that echoed from the dungeons of a nearby castle. The castle was grand in scale towering over the village with white marble towers and golden gates that have been carved with the beautiful grace of dragons and decorated with the sapphire gems that shone like the very stars of the night. The towers tall and strong were host to rattled guards for they were among the closest to this unnerving sound. The other was the royal family and a particularly disgruntled king as he marched down a corridor flanked on his right a gruff looking guard with a full beard garbed in heavy iron suit armor. On his left a knight with elegant silver and black armor that left no skin exposed, the areas that wasn't covered by the silver plates was covered with black leather. On the knight's head was a helm that fully covered the entirety of his face it was designed with black marking and two protrusions that resembled horns so his helm resembled the face of a dragon.
"Guard, what seems to be the problem?" The king asked as he turned to face the heavily armored guard as he grunted.
"lord Arthur, I know not where to begin." The guard visibly shivered it was clear that whatever was making these horrid sounds troubled him greatly. "as you know this beast has not been very much trouble at all. The creature it only growled and snapped at me fingers from time to time. We don't know what brought this on." The guard looked over to the knight but the stoic quiet warrior paid the shaken man no mind.
"Worry not, this'll not persist past the night I shall see to that." The king said as they continued to the deepest part of the dungeons and as the corridors darkened the quiet knight held his hand up and an orb of goldish white light that lit up the narrow hall. It was then that both the king and his knight noticed the considerable loss of clunky metal sounds as both men turned seeing the guard griping his sword handle and looking visibly uncomfortable going any further. The king sighed.
"I am sure I can find my own way from here, soldier." The guard breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, my king." The guard wasted no time as he hurried in the opposite direction of the hall.
"Coward" the lone knight grumbled as he turned back and walked down the hall with his king though when he spoked he did sound a tad bit feminine for a knight.
"Mordred, he is a man who knows not how to steel himself from this creature. There are few who can."
"Tis still no excuse, he is a knight of Camelot as such he should hold himself with a higher sense of pride and courage."
The king looked over at his knight but said nothing as they continued down until they heard the shrill cry much louder now. The cry rattled the very armor that Mordred wore and the walls shook as dust fell from the ceiling. The king and knight looked at each other before making it the rest of the way. What they found at the end of this tunnel was a decrepit hole in the floor with a silver grate over it. The grate was fastened down by red stones that pulsed with a fiery glow as if a flame was trapped in the very stones themselves. As both men peered down the hole another screech rang out and a black ashen hand slammed against the grate and a ring of strange symbols connected by the stones appeared around the hole. The hand was black and ashen cracked like a dry lake yet it glowed underneath and smoked like the embers of a burnt-out fire. The hand was long and bony the fingers ending in wicked claws that dripped a thick black fluid, undoubtedly poisonous.
The men followed the arm and saw the disfigured face that was attached to it the head of the creature was long and its mouth split its face like an unnatural grin filled with jagged yellow teeth that sat both inside and out of the mouth of this beast. It had no eyes only a black face in the visage of a sull. The skin around the face and stretching down its neck to its body was the same as the hand and the arm black, cracked, and glowed like embers while giving off smoke out of every pore on its body. The rest of its body was not visible the hole seemed to shroud the rest of the creature.
The creature stared at the two with empty sockets as it hissed at them.
"Speak Demon, what has you so talkative tonight?" Arthur asked as he stood there looking down at the creature as it hissed and sank back into the darkness it crept up from. Arthur looked at Mordred and nodded slightly as the knight held out his free hand and a small glyph appeared over his down facing palm as it glowed the runes around the hole reappeared and the creature screeched this time in pain but as Mordred let the magic go the screech turned into a hyena like laugh as the creature hissed once again.
"you have lost human." The creature spoke as its voice not only sounded high pitched and hiss like in nature, it also held a guttural growl as well. "She rises, My Queen, my lady. She wakes and thirsts for blood. She shall free me and I will help her tear this kingdom to shreds. Your world will burn, the men shall die, the woman raped, the children devoured!" the demon cackled madly once again as the king narrowed his eyes and he turned on his heel to see a hooded woman. She wore a white cloak that that fell to the floor and underneath that black robes with blue flowered designs. A sash was strung diagonally across her body that sash had different vials and gems strapped to it. Her face was a beautiful picture of youth with bright golden eyes and deep wild crimson hair that cascaded down her shoulders and framed her face as she smirked at the king.
The king breathed deeply in an irritated manner. "Merlin. Pleasure as always. So what mind-numbing riddle have you concocted to explain this?" the woman, now identified as Merlin, simply giggled at the tired king. "well little king, I have no riddle for your mind today simply a rhyme, that I hope will open your eyes." She smiled "This demon speaks true, forces dark and horrid loom, though red of a darker hue they seek. War rides within the week."
At the word war both men paid full attention "How do you know this?" the king asked as he stared at the female mage who waked over to the hole that held the demon.
"This vision came to me ask me not how, for I do not know. This warning comes from a source it matters not if it was carried by god or horse. So little king, wield the sword of the lake well. For its blade just might have to cut through hell." After she said that she disappeared in a flash of light. Leaving a disgruntled king and a worried knight. Both looked at each other as Arthur sighed.
"Mordred, I want the men woken bright an early in the morning we have preparations to make." The king ordered as he walked away from the covered knight and the hole.
"I sense a conflict in your soul. Why is this?" the demon asked as some of his aura leaked out of the hole the conflict inside of Mordred rose as he gritted his teeth. He held his hand over the hole as the same glyph appeared and the demon released the same screech of pain as the knight's eyes glowed red in his helm the barest glow escaping the slits of his helm.
"I will stand by my king always. Though there are those who would betray my king I shall not stray. Ever!"
With that the night left and the demon cackled "Oh how a son will try to impress a father that will never now him!" the demon howled as it continued to laugh into the night.
The next morning came and Mordred did as he was ordered. The knights were rounded up and immediately began preparations. Mordred and his fellow knights of the round table began scheduling border patrols and heavy guard shifts they did everything they could to prepare for an attack that was coming from the outside. However, they had no idea that the attack would come from within.
Far away on a hill that was tall enough to peer over the great shining city of Camelot a woman stood hooded and cloaked she sneered at the shinning city and turned as another woman walked up next to her this woman not cloaked smirked. She had Pasty white skin shining red eyes and snow-white hair. Her face was beautiful like a deadly flower as dark veins stretched from around her eyes down her neck and when she grinned she showed a mouth with sharp teeth and two vampiric fangs. 'you wish to enter this city? Watch it burn? I can help with that.' The unnatural woman spoke without opening her mouth. Instead she projected her thoughts into the cloaked woman's mind. 'The people are already questioning their king, the nobles and yourself, I'm sure, have helped with that. Take this' she said as a pendant appeared before the cloaked woman and she grabbed the necklace and donned it. Immediately her form began to warp and change her cloak fell but her form was undefined due to whatever the spell the pendant held. Now she stood there in full silver and black armor and soon the helmet followed and she was a carbon copy of the Dragon Knight Mordred.
'Now I've given you the form of the kings most trusted and loyal knight. Go, and have the city burn. Let your hatred for your brother consume the kingdom. Go, Morrigan.' the pale woman said as she seemed to melt into the shadow of the tree next to her and the Mordred doppelganger summoned a large glyph and walked through it and as she did her form shimmered and disappeared. Invisible she strode towards the great city.
"Don't worry. Camelot's days are numbered."
Present Day Britain
Now we find ourselves in the city of London following a boy who wore a black hooded long jacket, Black fingerless gloves with silver bracers that had amethyst gems implanted on the middle that were surrounded by an engraved glyph. Under the jacket he wore a simple white shirt and black jeans with mid shin high combat boots that had three silver chains strapped around it. He also had a silver chain connected to the belt loops of his jeans and in every other chain link were multicolored stoned with strange symbols engraved on the stones. The man was walking down great George Street towards Caffe Nero. Once in front of the café he entered and got a few strange looks from some of the customers.
Ignoring the stares, he walked to the counter and removed his hood revealing a handsome face with a diagonal scar going across the center of his face with a horizontal one crossing the diagonal scar across his cheek. His hair was a wild untamed medium snow white with a single braid on the side of his head just in front of his ear that was held there by a silver band that oddly had a dove engraved on the band. His eyes were a piercing deep Amethyst with flecks of lighter violet in the irises. With his hood down, you could now see he was about nineteen or twenty years old. He nodded at the clerk and smiled. "Can I talk to the manager?" he asked and the clerk, a girl of seventeen with walnut brown hair blushed slightly as she nodded.
"of course, give me a sec yeah?" she said as she walked to a door that lead to the back of the café. After about two minutes the girl returned with an old man who wore a simple button-down shirt and a pair of black slacks. He also wore a dark green vest and a black tie. He held himself very much like that of a royal butler. He had a stern face with a very square set jaw and wizened grey eyes. The manager nodded, and the man nodded as well.
"been some time hasn't it? Akida." The butler said and the man grinned.
"not long enough, did he come through?" the now named Akida asked. The old man grunted slightly as he motioned for him to follow him too the back. As Akida passed the girl who was still blushing he winked at her causing her to release the barest giggle. As the two men walked into the back it looked like any ordinary office. Stacks of paper, pens and pencils, and different colored folders. However, the old man ignored the office instead walking towards a single painting of a shore with a lighthouse shining a beam over the waters. He reached up and touched the painted light beam and it glowed and as he moved his finger over the painting the beam followed he moved it to where the beam was now pointing in the opposite direction.
There was click and the painting melted away as it revealed a safe with a wave of the old man's hand the safe clicked and opened. As he reached in he pulled out a helm. It was cracked with a good chunk of the face missing, but it was unmistakably made in the image of a dragon of sorts. Akida smiled as he held out his hand. "That old horse came through, he found this during his short exile said that it was just laying there on a stone slab. Here." He said as he handed the damaged helm out for Akida to take and he did popping a green rune stone out of its chain link slot it glowed an he tapped it on the help as the helm as sucked into the stone. Placing the stone back in the chain he held out his hand and the old man shook it.
"thanks, truly you are the best provider of relics, Sir Cain." The now named Cain smirked.
"I had time to practice."
"I'm sure. Of course, the Court sends their thanks as well."
"And I accept it graciously."
Akida nodded and turned to leave but before he could Cain spoked again. "This world has seen two major wars, both at the hands of those Greeks and romans. Granted they did not start these wars but they did nothing to truly prevent them. The gods are selfish save a few. Some view the world as nothing more than a play toy. They are not ready for what could come. Nothing can get them ready for it." Cain said as Akida frowned and sighed.
"your right, the world is not ready for what's coming. However, I am sure that we are ready, and whether those godlings are ready matter's not. They must fight." With that the snow-capped teen opened the door and left the café. As he walked he put his hood back on and ducked into an alley. Holding out his hand a large complex silver glyph appeared in front of Akida as it spun slowly, and he walked through it disappearing from the alley and the glyph dissolved in a shower of flame like sparks. As he was floating he pulled out the same stone that the helm was held he could faintly see the helm in the stone if he peered close enough and he then gripped the stone and his eyes glowed. "I will find the truth."