The Crest Bearer
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the story plot; Rick Riordan owns all the characters and past storylines.
Rated T for swear word and blood and gore
Summary: The Crest was designed by Poseidon himself to aid the warships sent to battle the Persians. The bearer of this crest would become immortal and immune to pain only able to fall if a blade pierced his Achilles-like-heel. The bearer of the Crest was Poseidon's only eligible son at the time, Perseus Jackson. Once the war was over however, his legend faded, almost into nothingness. Until someone rediscovers him…
Chapter 1: Close Call with Death
You know the feeling of drifting off into a deep sleep and all of the sudden your leg jerks, waking you up. It's not fun. So image waking up, just like that; however instead of lying in bed, you're floating in midair. Now that, let's just say, freaked me out. However I could maneuver myself to stand in midair, something that took me a couple of tries. I took in my surroundings, spinning in a circle, but finding nothing that bore a resemblance to me. In fact, I was surrounded by black, the absence of light, on all sides of me. I could faintly see the flickering lights of stars above me, wherever I was, it didn't seem threatening, just empty. Completely empty. Resembling the empty feeling in your chest whenever you fail a test and take it home for your parents to yell at you for not studying hard enough, or like whenever you see you ex happily in love with someone besides you. The place was struggling, trying to find hope or a will to live.
I gave up trying to figure out where I was, and started walking, with no direction in mind. Recalling memories of the past…well, I didn't actually know, was it days or years. Besides that point, I don't remember being conscious in my memories, in fact, they weren't really considered memories. I remember falling off into unconsciousness, and falling through the sky. As I fell, the colors faded, from a bright blue to a hazy gray, then nothing. So how did I get here? I scratched my chin, feeling stubble on my jaw. I glanced down at my attire, expecting armor, but finding a tunic that stopped at the waist and pants. I blinked in confusion, when had I put this on? And pants? Only Persians wore pants, the barbarians, and I'm no Persian, I'm a Greek soldier! I was stirred out of my thoughts by someone calling my name.
"You are free to go," a dark voice said, I spun around, my sword in hand. Where did my sword come from, I wasn't wearing a scabbard. The voice chuckled and a figure appeared in front of me, his features coming into view as the air surrounding us got lighter. "That is as long as you do my Lord's request," And with that he promptly pulled out a thick pile of papyrus reeds and flicked his finger along it. The papyrus was glowing in his hand, lighting up his features, showing golden eyes and long black hair. His wings shimmered and turned from black to blue, contrasting against his dark skin.
"Lord Thanatos," I said kneeling down on one knee in a sign of submission and respect.
"Rise," He commanded, "go and seek the children of the God of Death. He will become the prophecy child. Train and guide the boy, Lord Hades won't hesitate to send you back to fade if you fail. Do you understand?" I nodded. "That is all. Good luck Perseus." And with that he disappeared.
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