NOTE: This story was originally written by SoloMafia. He put it up for adoption, so I decided to adopt this here story, and rewrite it myself. You can check out the original version on my profile.
Disclaimer: I'll only do this once, so make sure you pay attention. All things PJO related belong to Rick Riordan, and everything referenced to Assassin's Creed belong to Ubisoft & Ubisoft Montreal.
Percy P.O.V~~
Well, you could quite honestly say that things have been going absolutely horrid for me. Why, you may ask. Well it's all because of my so-called brother, Michael Hamilton. And let's not forget to mention the kid that came along after him a week or so later, Alexander Davidson. And might I add the fact that he's Nico's half-brother.
But we'll get to him another time. For now though, let's talk about Michael. The beginning, he was on his way to Camp. Only thing wrong with that calm image is that he was being chased by the Minotaur. Kind of ironic, considering that's exactly what happened to me. Anyways, back on topic.
While he was running and crying in fear, I was the one to take it out. Of course, I didn't disintegrate it without having a few scratches of my own. When I got back to camp, I overheard how he was being chased by the Minotaur and took it out all by himself without being hurt whatsoever.
And apparently no one had known I went to go rescue him since I was the only one who went to help out. Anyways, when I overheard him say that, I decided to give it to him. I thought that if I did, it would be a one time thing. Besides, there's nothing wrong with handing the spotlight to someone else. Well it would seem you need to keep track of who you do that for.
Because several days afterwards, things started getting sabotaged around camp. Everyone wanted to know who was doing it, and wanted them to stop. They also were going around fixing and replacing things that were ruined. I was like every other camper, wondering who it was. The next thing I know, I'm getting a bunch of people breathing down my neck, telling me to stop whatever it was I was doing to the camp.
It took me a few hours, but I finally tracked down the source of who started saying it was me doing this. It was my gods damned half-brother, Michael. I ended up getting on his case and told him to quit making up lies. He owned up to it, apologized and said he would stop. I was satisfied with that, and let him be.
Afterwards, it became worse. People decided to pick fights with me, which is very unlike people. I mean, I'm one of the most likable people at camp. And here they are, attacking me. I managed to fight them off, sending a few to the infirmary, while the rest backed off. As it turns out, my half-brother was spreading lies about me, saying that I've become an arrogant bastard or some shit like that.
So I looked all around camp for him. And when I found him, lets just say I taught him a lesson he won't forget. I walked away from his bruised body as a few campers found him later on and brought him to the infirmary to fix him up. I entered my cabin and sat down with a sigh and washed some of his blood off of my knuckles. When I slept, I had a dream that forebode something bad would end up happening. What exactly, I don't know.
The next day was the last, and final straw. It started off okay, no problems or arguments. No fights with other campers, so that was a plus. But with a day going this good, things were bound to go downhill. So instead of going on throughout what happened the rest of the day, I'll jump to the end of the day where the entire camp was having dinner after giving their sacrifices to the gods (or should I say their Olympian parent).
I wandered up to the Pavilion a little later than usual, for reasons that are honestly beyond me. When I got there, I overheard my father, Poseidon, God of the Sea's, say that Michael was his new favorite son. And that should the Olympians ever fade, he would be the one to take the mantle of being the next Sea God. This ticked me off a little, and what added to the fuel was that I saw him give Michael a sword that looked like Riptide.
I growled to myself then stormed off. I don't know how long I was wandering around, but I finally stopped and decided to find Annabeth to talk to her. But before I could, I heard several voices moaning each others names. I couldn't make them out, so I got closer, even though I tell myself I shouldn't. Mortal curiosity, gotta love it. What I saw angered me to no end. In front of me was Michael fucking my girlfriend, Annabeth.
You heard me. He was fucking her! What happened next, I don't know. I blacked out internally and just went berserk. I ran straight at Michael, and he had little time to react and defend himself. So all he did was dodge my attacks that I was swinging wildly. That pretty much sums it up. But I did get a few hits on him, so I have that going for me.
When I woke up, or regained consciousness of my body or whatever, I found myself in a black room when a voice spoke out next to me. "I see that you have finally awoken, Percy Jackson."I jump slightly and turn my head in the direction the voice came, and I see a man wearing a black cloak with stars all over it. Not your basic clip art stars, alright? I'm talking 'space' stars.
"Who are you?" I ask him cautiously, not knowing what kind of situation I'm in. That is, if I'm in one at all. "I'm known by many names. But I am more commonly known as Chaos." My eyes widen significantly, having a hard time believing that I'm in the presence of Chaos, the creator of everything. "W-What can I do for you, Lord Chaos?"
You have no idea as to how hard I am trembling. Now I know I'm not really known for respect, but I do know when to give it. Especially when you're in front of Chaos. "I saw that on Earth, you were becoming a ghost of the past, a figment of once was. So I decided to take matters into my own hands. Which brings us here. I have a proposition for you."
"And what would that be?" He smiled at me as if I were a friend of his. "I would like for you to become one of my Assassins."
