Hello! My name is Vallar Morghulis

Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson Series or any of it's characters (That's Ricks) and I do not own How to Train your Dragon (That's idk)

I adopted this story from Amazing-Thalia-Grace. The first three chapters will be hers but I majorly modified them (like small tidbits that add up)

Enjoy Reading!

Prologue: The Attack

Olympia's current chief and top warrior, Poseidon Olympia the Navigator, was smiling as he watched his son, Perseus, happily playing outside in the fading light of dusk with his cousins. Among them were Thalia and Hazel, at the ages of five and four, as well as Jason and Nico, at the tender age of two. Additionally, he was playing with Annabeth Chase the Wise, daughter of Athena the Wise, the head war strategist of the tribe, and a member of Poseidon's private council, who was his age.

But right now, Poseidon was troubled. His smile turned into a frown. Lately, the dragons had been attacking the village with more force and in greater numbers than usual. Why? Even Gothi had no clue to the reason why. If the creatures had any, what were their motives?

At night, they fly in silently, and steal most of the livestock, or if we retaliate when they arrive, their claws slice through our shields like melted butter. How were they able to fight with such silent stealth and perfect strategies, different every time? Their almost armor like hide and blade like claws didn't necessarily help either.

Poseidon cast his sea-green eyes, as deep as the ocean abyss, to the skies, searching for the horrid beasts who constantly attempted to slaughter his family and friends like the sheep and cattle they stole. As he searched there was a dot, moving low towards the horizon. He covered his eyes with his hand. There! A hoard of dragons were flying towards his village… again.

"Men, sound the alarm! Prepare to fight!" Poseidon shouted urgently, his voice trumpeting through the village.

Immediately the other vikings responded to his command and a young lad blew the giant yak horn alerting those who failed to hear Poseidon. They ran by the armory, where two men were tossing out weapons and shields to each man. It's not like the shields would have done much, but it was better than having no defense at all. They had to protect their loved ones-no matter the cost to their own skin and beards.

Poseidon grabbed his trusty sword, Anaklusmos, and as many spears as his gigantic hand could hold. First, he targeted a Monstrous Nightmare, throwing one of his spears straight at it's snout. Of course, the spear bounced right off it's monstrous snout, but it roared in pain and flew off into the sky. As soon as he drove it off, Poseidon turned to help his younger brother, Zeus.

Zeus was youngest of the Olympian brothers; often found boasting about himself ever since he 'saved' the tribe from the tyranny of their father, Kronos, at the age of 19. While Poseidon and his older siblings were most indefinitely indebted to him, they found his arrogance and pride to be a little bit too much. Neither of these traits would have resulted in the making of a good leader. This was why Poseidon's calm demeanor and rational thinking had made him the perfect candidate for leader.

There was also Hades, the eldest brother who was also calm and rational, but Hades was also very, very creepy. He preferred handling dead bodies, and has even made attempts to communicate to the dead. Some people believed that he was actually a son of Hel herself- a necromancer. It was a good thing that Hades, not only didn't want to be the chief in the first place, but also that he had incredibly thick skin- in more ways than one. ;D

"Daddy! Help!" A child screamed. Poseidon immediately turned to the voice, his neck snapping toward the sound fast enough to give him whiplash. His sea green eyes widened in terror as he saw his son being lifted into the sky by a dragon. But it wasn't just any ordinary dragon that ripped his son from the earth into the air. It was the most feared dragon of all, the unholy offspring of lighting and death itself-the Night Fury.

"Help! Daddy, help! Save me! DADDY! Please daddy! " Perseus wailed again. In vain, Poseidon tried to reach the dragon that was carrying his son away as if he was nothing more then a piece of food to bring back to their blasted hidden nest. Bit it was already too late, for his son was already fading against the night sky.

"HELP! Help! Help! Help! Daddy! Don't let them take me!" Came the horrified shrieks of his son on the wind as he was carried away, higher and high until he looked to be naught more than a dark speck against the inky black sky. His shrieks and bawls for help pounded and echoed, until they too, faded to the silence in the darkness of the new-born night.

"Percy! Percy! I will find you, just hold on." Poseidon shouted into the wind towards his only son. The wind fought against him allowing his voice to carry oh so far. (A/N Like Halt when Will is kidnapped in the Rangers Apprentice by John Flanagan)

Poseidon fell to his knees. A yowl of despair tore from his chest as he watched the silhouettes of the dragons fleeing the island. The stars twinkled above, oblivious to the pained father below.

"I will find you again son, I promise." Poseidon whispered vengefully as he stood up. "The oceans and gods as my witness, I will find you again and I will not stop till the very roots of Ygdrasill."

Poseidon jolted awake, clutching his wolf skin blanket fearfully. Taking a few calming breaths, he stood and walked up the stairs to were his son's room was; naively hoping to find his young son to be fast asleep in his bed.

Poseidon sighed sadly when he looked around the empty loft, mentally slapping himself for foolishly thinking he would find his son in there. The room had not been touched since the day Percy was taken, every single toy and single drawing he had made or played with were still scattered across the floor as they always were. No matter what Poseidon tried to bribe his son with; piggy back rides, hugs, kisses- he would never clean his room.

Poseidon moved over to the bed and sat down, burying his head in his hands. It had been weeks since the night his son was taken, and they still hadn't found the nest. He could only hope that the dragons had yet to kill his little ocean or what was the point in being a father. The thought of his son alone or in pain. Percy in pain. A tear slipped down his cheek. It drove him to the point where he honestly believed that he might actually find the nest.

To be honest, Poseidon wasn't even sure about what he was going to do if he even found the dragon's nest. Sure, he would obviously want to look for his son; but there was also the fact that every other dragon would be in there… he could get rid of them once and for all. No more dragons. He had heard that somehow the Hairy Hooligans had managed to find and destroy the Nest that was plaguing them, but how they managed it… Poseidon would be left wondering for many, many years. (A/N Do you get it?)

Poseidon sighed and stood up, he had promised his second (Or was it third?) eldest nephew Apollo (He and his twin sister, Artemis, were always fighting over who was older. And Artemis fought like a full-fledged warrior about this- woman), that he would meet him for a drink in the mead hall. He had best go now, before his nephew began to worry. And in the light of the sun, he turned back towards the room, and somehow whether possible or not. He heard Percy laugh.

I don't know if that last part was creepy or no?

"In the light of the sun" is part of a song? Guess which song and you will be rewarded!

OH AND… HAVE YOU GUYS READ A Court of Thorns and Roses (ACOTAR). OH! SO GOOD!

Peace out,
VallarMorghulis11