Summary: For once he had wanted an uneventful week, yet Percy and his girlfriend Annabeth suddenly found themselves in a world just as dangerous as the one they just left. Even here, in a powerful setting out of a fantasy book, Percy finds that it's not those with authority and power, but the everyday citizens, who pave the way into a better future.
Takes place after The Last Olympian.
Disclaimer: Percy Jackson and the Olympians belongs to Rick Riordan and Mabinogi belongs to Nexon. I own absolutely nothing in relation to either works, except for the idea to mesh them together.
A/N Prologue. Possibly a bad format, but it won't have too much to do with the main story – provides a bit of background though, it's up to you to proceed to the main story or to read it.
Special thanks to CodeLyokoIsTheBest for the Beta work!
Prologue
"They made contact."
The words that the beautiful, white-haired girl spoke traveled across the traditional Japanese room to the equally stunning, but black-haired woman lying on an extravagant couch with her legs crossed. While the girl was a picture of courtesy and respect, her hands held in front, near a peculiar pendant wrapped around her waist, the woman took the more casual approach in her posture, almost as if saying that she had all the time in the world and did not reject wasting it entirely. Today the woman chose a long white dress that hugged her figure and was split at the sides of the legs from the bottom to about midway up her thigh, in addition to red butterflies embroidered around where the knee would be should the woman be standing. It was chosen on purpose to contrast with her junior's very similar, albeit darker, dress. Unlike the younger girl's outfit, the woman wore fingerless wool gloves that extended to her elbows and refrained from wearing socks, again in contrast to the girl's bare arms and stockings covering the majority of her legs.
"It was several hours ago." Ordinarily, the girl's soft voice was a pure sound of calm, the scent of cozy meadows; or at other times, a delighted ring, like the winds dancing past a green forest; with firm hints of determination, the soil to the blooming flowers pushing for the sky. Usually, the girl's soft voice wouldn't have such raw seriousness, the feelings of a wary white deer – but this likely qualified as an unusual situation. "I know for sure that Mr. Reed became aware and contacted the one you call Crayak. I 'heard' them discuss – more accurately, I heard Mr. Reed explain – the cause, the purpose, and the conditions of their alliance. I doubt that Crayak had much say in the matter."
Her senior counterpart – counterpart only by duty, as the woman's powers far surpassed the young girl's – took several seconds before speaking. "And what of the others…?"
"For now, only Crayak was approached. But, as you have expected, Mr. Reed still has other people in mind to…persuade."
"Hm."
"So it is coming soon. We already had more time to prepare than we had any right to have…but I still can't help but wish we had more."
"Same here. But sooner or later, our operation had to become more subtle. I will contact the others myself. Thank you for your report."
The woman turned back to the pipe held carefully in her hand, taking a deep breath through it before exhaling a respectably lengthy cloud. The lack of attention was meant as a clear sign of dismissal. But the girl didn't move. For a moment her pretty face showed nothing but sheer discomfort, as if wondering whether or not what she was doing the right thing, but evidently the girl decided to stay, just a bit more at least.
Her hesitant decision was rewarded two seconds later when the woman turned back to her. "My sincerest apologies. The coming events affect me as well. I can offer no other reasonable explanation than that for failing to see your other purpose."
"It's all right." The girl's relief was evident in both her tone and the way she relaxed slightly when she was taut only a moment ago. "You've explained the why before."
"I have. And if I remember correctly, you should also know of the principles of an equal price. But before I get to that, I must ask you one more time if this is what you truly want, what no one but I can fulfill. What of your own mistress? Your own heroes?"
"Lady Morrighan…does not yet know, of neither the surge of power nor about our discussions. No doubt she will be unhappy with me when she learns of either. However, she is far too busy at the moment, which is why I drew the matter into my own hands, and wish to entrust it to yours."
"You know of my tendency to pass it to anyone else capable."
"Knowing you, I'm sure you'll only choose someone who will act."
"Fair answer. I leave the notification of the elegant crow to you…and I hope you realize what the price will be."
"I do. And…" Here the girl paused for the slightest fraction of a second. She did not realize herself, but there was a single tear trickling down her left eye. Silently, it fell off her smooth face and landed softly on her shoulder. She pushed onward. "And I'm willing to pay it."
"In that case, my dear," and at this the Dimensional Witch smiled as if she had made a funny joke, before stating:
"Consider your wish granted."
