The Hero of Olympus
A/N: so, this is the first of the one shots/potential story ideas I talked about in my other story. Let me know what you think. It's an idea I wanted to play around with for a while. Post Giant war AU. Hope you guys enjoy!
Disclaimer: don't own the characters, you all know who does. Mr Riordan.
Chiron slowly made his way towards the bonfire from the big house, as he so often did in the evenings. The camps nightly activities were some of the rare moments of joy the campers seemed to experience after the war. In fact, today marked the fifth anniversary since the war against Gaia had ended.
Chiron could remember that day as if it was yesterday. It had been a sad day indeed. Despite the fact they had won, they had suffered many casualties. The camp had been in mourning ever since. The morale had improved greatly, yet the sorrowful atmosphere still lingered beneath, as if threatening to surface once more.
Gaia's army had monsters as far as the eye could see. The veteran demigods had stood in the front lines, protecting the newer, less experienced ones. Many had fallen so that those alive today could survive.
They had all suffered great loss. Chiron himself had lost the most, for he knew each and every child that had been at Camp Half-Blood. He also had some that were close to his heart, ones he had known for years, that had perished in the fight. The Romans, who were here today too had suffered loss.
Jason, Piper, Annabeth, the Stolls, Nico, Will Solace and Reyna had been amongst those to lay down their lives on that fateful day. Both camps had been in shock. Those that survived, hadn't left unscathed, and whilst most wounds had healed, some still had the mental scars.
Chiron stopped as he noticed he had reached. Every camper and Roman was present, eyes watching Chiron as he made his way to the centre. Just as every year, he was about to begin recounted the events of the Giant war, when he was interrupted by a voice belonging to a relatively new camper, Ryan, son of Athena, who had been here just over 3 years.
"Chiron; every year you tell us about the war, in exactly the same way as the previous war. And all the campers know the tale, even the new ones. We were all wondering, if perhaps you could tell us another story. One we may not have heard. I know that we have to respect the fallen, but please, we were wondering if there was another story you could tell us this time."
Chiron noticed the nervousness present in the young boy's voice as he spoke. However, he had caught unawares by this request. Before he could formulate a response, the corner of his eye noticed something coming towards them. He turned slowly towards the oncoming shape, causing the demigods present at the camp fire to do the same.
A man with black hair and deep, purple eyes had strolled up to where the centaur stood. His leopard print shirt glowed in the presence of the flame. He held a can of coke in one hand, the other in his pocket. He looked up at the centaur.
"If you don't mind my dear centaur, I will tell these heroes a story tonight. I know that tonight is the anniversary of the war, but it also marks the day in which I have 45 years remaining at the camp, and I feel like reminiscing a little."
"Of…Of course Mr D."
The newly named Mr D snapped his fingers, a comfy rocking chair appearing behind him as he took his seat, looking out at the demigods before him.
"the Greek and Roman empires are known for many things. Their strength, their courage, their smarts, their sheer will. Warriors. Now imagine…all those qualities, in one man. This story doesn't take place in the olden times…no. This story started the moment the Giant war finished. This is a story about the Hero of Olympus. The warrior who has gained the blessing of the council, to search for the remainder of Gaia's army that fled with the titan Prometheus, so that they could regroup and attack once more, when their ranks had reformed."
The demigods hung on to every word Mr D was saying. Not a sound could be heard.
"The aftermath of the war affected everyone. There was one however, that tried to hide how broken he was. So much so that it affected his mental state. How did I know this? Because madness is my specialty. He tried to take out his frustration whilst he was training. For 2 years I watched from the big house as he hacked and slashed dummies every day until only a pile of straw remained. I knew I had to do something before he snapped. He needed a purpose. So, I brought him to Olympus."
"I remember clearly that the previous meeting had been about the rouge monster force and who better than he to take on the role. To vent his frustrations and gain his revenge for the loss of his love and his friends."
"The young man stood in the centre of the throne room, kneeling in front of the King of Olympus, Zeus. He was waiting, for the verdict of our discussion. The twelve Olympian Gods were weighing up the benefits on bestowing the kneeling figure with the blessing of Olympus. A few moments later, talking ceased; we had to decide if he was worthy, for only the pure could carry the blessing.
It was Athena that asked the question. She approached him carefully, telling him to rise before she asked why he wanted the position. Every God and Goddess present, major and minor remembers his response. he spoke softly, yet firmly. He said: I do it for the demigods in both camps. I had spoke to my mother after the war, she instilled my hope back to me. I have to be strong, for them. She told me that if I gain courage because 1000 people stand behind me then we can only win one war. But if 1000s gain courage because I stand in front of them, then nothing can stop us from conquering the world.
I remember clearly that Athena was shocked at his response that day, as we all were, but I'd never seen Athena as impressed as she was then. And so, after that day, he went around, leaving gold dust in his wake. Everywhere he went, he would take his revenge."
"Mr D, was he a big gangster?" a voice interrupted Mr D. All eyes turned to the young boy who asked the question, before they snapped back to Mr D, who'd started laughing.
"No boy, a gangster is one who comes with a gang. He always went alone. No, not gangster…Monster. A monster we created. That is why the one to receive the blessing must be pure. It increases everything when you call upon the blessing: speed, strength, wisdom, including the need for revenge. But he was always in control; his will second to none. He never use to like violence. To this day he still never strikes first saying, "in a fight it doesn't matter who strikes first, but who falls first.""
"He was a lion on the battlefield. A lion that silenced the flock of sheep that Prometheus kept sending to fight. But off the battlefield he finally started healing. Of course, he and his current wife help each other out in tough times. Last I heard they had twins, a boy and a girl aged 2."
A hand rose from the crowd tentatively. Mr D raised his eyebrow inquisitively.
"Sir, who was he?" Mr D smiled, like the grinch, mischievous as they come.
"You all know him as the son of Poseidon, Percy Jackson…"
A/N: there you go guys the first idea I had planned will post the others some time soon. Hope you enjoyed. Let me know if I should leave it at this or possibly continue. Thanks for reading!