Percy Jackson Fanfic: Perseus of Sparta.

Prologue

Thermopylae, 480 B.C

King Leonidas was a man of honor no doubt. He strained against his neck as he looked at the last alive Spartan soldier beside him. Leonidas did not know the child's name. And he was sorry for that. He as a king had to know his subjects and yet he had neglected it, he thought. The child who was probably eighteen had a face of acceptance on it and yet there was an expression…..an expression of defiance.

A true Spartan through and through.

Leonidas strained against his own muscles as a weak smile made towards his face. The child…No Spartan looked at him and said "King Leonidas…..A beautiful death awaits."

Leonidas chuckled "Aye it does lad, aye it does….."

The child looked at him in reverence before Thanatos claimed his soul for his own.

Leonidas looked towards his front and saw a barrage of arrows falling down on him. He spread his arms as he saw glimpses of his family. His son…his love….his late mother and father…Despite the situation at hand, Leonidas smiled. This would go down in History as the greatest battle the Greeks ever faced. He would be remembered as a hero…..but more importantly….the 300 Spartans that fought beside him would go down in history as heroes.

Leonidas spread his arms as if inviting the arrows of death in a hug. He laughed joyfully. And the arrows provided him with a sweet release.

After the battle the Persians retreated back to their country. They had lost too many soldiers from just 300 Spartans. Leonidas's body lay on the ground, his last laugh still etched across his face.

Suddenly fourteen bright flashes of light descended as the skies themselves tore themselves apart. A being holding a bolt made of thunder was the first to arrive. The second was a tall man with a sea-green trident in his hands. The third was a dark person who wore a helmet akin to that of the Spartan helmets. The fourth was a woman dressed elegantly with a peacock feathered staff in her hands. The fifth was a woman with a green dress and a scythe in her hands. The sixth was a simply dressed woman with a flaming spear in her hands. The seventh was a blonde man holding a golden bow alongside an auburn haired woman holding a silver colored bow. The ninth was a scantily dressed woman with two daggers in her hands. The tenth was a rough man with a flaming beard. The eleventh was a slightly fat person with a whip made of vines in his hands. The twelfth was a tall blonde man holding a staff with two snakes intertwined in it. The fourteenth was a tall imposing woman with calculating grey eyes holding a shield and spear. Finally the last person was a tall muscular man holding a Spartan Xiphos in his hands.

Hades stepped forward as he knelt down towards the body of the fallen Spartan King and said "You are lucky, Leonidas of Sparta. This has happened only twice before when Perseus, the slayer of Medusa and Theseus, the slayer of the Minotaur died. The whole Olympian council bows before you and your bravery, honor and sacrifice. All hail Leonidas of Sparta."

"All hail Leonidas of Sparta." The gods said in harmony as they slowly started to fade away. Only the sons of Kronos remained as Hades and Zeus looked at Poseidon in understanding in their eyes. They full knew what it felt like to lose a family member. Poseidon knelt down as he said "My son, find peace in the underworld. Your uncle will make sure you do."

Poseidon quickly wiped the tears building up in his face as he too disappeared. Zeus and Hades soon followed.

X.X.X

Leonidas sat overlooking the River Lethe. It had been years, many years since he had died. His family had grown bitter. Especially the big three after Rome fell. He looked towards his right and saw Dilios looking at him in worry.

"Old friend." Leonidas greeted warmly.

Dilios simply raised his eyebrows as he said "Lord Hades said if you really wanted to….you can go for rebirth."

Leonidas felt a smile of relief across his face as he looked at Dilios and said "Tell the other 300 that their leader has moved on and that they too need to move on."

Dilios couldn't help but feel a sad smile stretch across his face. After their deaths, all 300 had been granted a place in Elysium.

"Goodbye old friend." Dilios said in a small voice as Leonidas chuckled and jumped into the dark smirling rivers of the Lethe. Breaking his powers over the water he let it consume himself.

And he was reborn.

X.X.X

In a hospital faraway, a brown haired woman with caring gentle eyes looked down at her new son. Poseidon would be proud.

"Perseus." She said softly. "Perseus Leonidas Jackson, my little hero."

END OF PROLOGUE