Hey guys, SonOfPoseidon95 here with my first ever fanfiction! This story is hopefully going to lead into the Heroes of Olympus series. This is set in pretty much the same Percy Jackson world, but with an important OC, so a lot of the situations and events in the original series will be changed. Of course, this story will be Percabeth, and will also be ThaliaxOC, which is hinted at in this Prologue. I hope you enjoy!
Full Summary: Kronos had been playing the Prophecy from the very beginning, manipulating Ares and Luke to steal Zeus's Lightning Bolt, poisoning Thalia's tree, which led to the quest to retrieve the Golden Fleece, reviving Thalia, striking her with lightning in an attempt to manipulate her, tempting her with the Ophiotaurus, taking Luke's body as a host. Before his march on Olympus, Kronos takes one final attempt to sway the prophecy, by returning someone who had been banished to Tartarus; someone who Percy didn't even know existed. Percabeth, ThaliaOC.
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN PERCY JACKSON, ONLY MY OC.
Something strange always happened when Percy Jackson revealed that he was a son of Poseidon.
Firstly, Chiron mumbling something that sounded like, "another son of Poseidon?"
Monsters would initially fear him, then seem to realise he was not who they thought he was.
Hades frowning at him on their first meeting and muttering, "Poseidon never was good at controlling himself."
And then Thalia Grace came along, and things got a lot more complicated and confusing.
Her first words… "Is he okay? Did he survive?"
She only needed a glance at Grover and Chiron to realise that whoever HE was, he was gone, Chiron nor Grover ever revealed who it was.
Percy always had the feeling she wasn't talking about Luke.
The daughter of Zeus always seemed to carry sadness and anger in her eyes, one that Percy could never find the source of.
The way she had screamed at Luke, "how could you betray him?" and the momentary shock on the son of Hermes' face.
The silent communication that seemed to go on between her and the Gods when she was offered the place as Artemis' lieutenant, and the look of depression but realisation that crossed her face, and the evident reluctance in her acceptance.
The look of guilt and understanding on Artemis' face was one Percy never would forget.
But still, Thalia never revealed what had happened, why she was so sad all the time, and why she had been so reluctant to join.
Annabeth always drew a blank on the subject as well.
Only Chiron and Grover knew, and apparently Luke as well, but none of them revealed the truth.
It was only two weeks before Percy's sixteenth birthday that he finally found out the truth. The mission to blow up the Princess Andromeda came much earlier than Percy expected, with two weeks left until his sixteenth, he assumed he had more time.
He assumed wrong.
But before we can resume the story on the 4th of August, the day of Percy and Beckendorf's attack of the Andromeda, we must go to a fateful nine years before the Second Titan War. The night started with screaming and shouting, misery and pain, the monsters laying siege to a New York apartment, with a brave young boy making a sacrifice for the sake of his family, but ending with the formation of a new family, made up of four young demigods.
He ran, and ran, and ran, as fast as his twelve-year-old legs could carry him. One thought ramming itself back and forth in his mind.
Why?
Why was it always the bad things that happened to him and his poor baby brother? They had rushed into the apartment building for hours, refusing to give up until the two young children had been slaughtered.
Strange things always happened, but he knew why. They were demigods. Powerful ones at that, a very strong scent for the monsters.
But his poor brother didn't understand. He was too young.
Their mother always said that he needed to protect his brother from the monsters, because he was older he understood, and could use what she had taught him properly.
She wanted to make sure that his little brother didn't know about the monsters until he was much older, as knowledge would strengthen this strange smell that the monsters could track.
He had stood in front of their apartment door for hours, slashing and stabbing and cutting his way through hundreds of monsters, each wave more terrifying and lethal than the last.
By the time they had all been turn to yellow dust and sent back to Tantalus… wait, that wasn't it… oh yeah, it was Tartarus, he had come to a decision.
He gave his little brother a kiss on the forehead, grabbed a bag and stuffed it full of clothes and some food and drink, and left, sword in his right hand, bag slung over his left shoulder and tears in his eyes.
He'd never even had a chance to say goodbye to his mother, just a quick scribbled note to let her know he was leaving for their safety.
Maybe, just maybe, if he could reach that Camp place his mum had told him about he could Iris message her, if they allowed demigods to contact their mortal parents using that method.
He'd have to find the place first.
It was only then that he realised he hadn't been running in any specific direction, nor had he paid attention to his surroundings.
He was utterly lost.
Suddenly, his senses felt enhanced, like they always did when he was about to engage in combat.
He heard the twig snap and leapt into action, disarming all three of them within seconds.
Wait what?
Monsters never usually had weapons, they usually relied on some sort of creepy body part that was designed to wound and maim.
He stared darkly into the faces of three other humans, seemingly demigods from the Celestial bronze weapons he had taken off them. He took a moment to study them.
The first was a boy, maybe a couple years older than he was, with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes, the boy's mouth was wide open in an O shape, which almost made him smirk.
The second was a young blonde girl with startling, intense grey eyes, that, even though she was weaponless, still seemed to be analysing his strengths and weaknesses, looking, plotting for a way to still take him down. Wasn't much of a stretch for him to assume that she was a daughter of Athena.
The final person made his heart skip a beat.
She. Was. Beautiful.
She had middle length black hair and startling, beautiful electric blue eyes, she seemed to be the same age as him, and she seemed as stunned as the blonde haired boy at the skills he had shown.
With a slight smirk, he threw the trio back their weapons; they caught them with relative ease.
The silent standoff continued for a few moments before the blonde haired boy spoke.
"How in Hades did you pull that off?"
He shrugged.
"Not the talkative type?" the little blonde girl asked, and he met her eyes, and it looked like she was trying to read his entire life story from one glance.
"Been a rough night," he replied, not feeling confident enough to look at the black haired girl again.
"Well, that was some manoeuvre you pulled off, we could use a fighter like you, the amount of fights we end up getting into," the blonde haired boy said, he noticed that as that was said, the black haired girl seemed to huff and roll her eyes, mumbling something along the lines of: "and most of them are your fault."
"What are your names?" he asked, directing the question at the stunning black haired girl in front of him. Her confidence seemed to falter under his gaze, and her face seemed to turn slightly red.
"His name is Luke, this is Annabeth, and I'm Thalia," she said, her slip in confidence appearing to be just that, a slip.
"Demigods, from the looks of your weapons?" he queried, raising an eyebrow at Luke.
"Yeah, and I'd guess the same of you from your abilities, and, well, that badass sword you've got there, are you from Camp?" Luke asked, indicating towards the sword in question as he spoke.
The sword itself was a gift from his father, his Godly father, it could be disguised quite handily as a USB stick, when he removed the top, it turned into a lethal Celestial Bronze sword, and then returned again once he put the top back on. It was magic, so it always returned to his pocket.
In response to Luke's question, he shook his head.
"No, but I was just about to try and find my way there, do you know whereabouts we are, and where Camp is?" he asked, searching the three other demigods' faces for answers.
"We're probably fifteen miles outside of New York City, and we're hoping that Camp will send a satyr to meet us soon," Thalia replied. Whenever he made eye contact with her, a spark seemed to shoot down his spine, and a tingling sensation would form in his stomach.
It took him a moment to register what Thalia had said.
He ran fifteen miles in one night. Fifteen.
"If you guys will take me, I'd be more than happy to join your ranks," he finally answered, smiling at the trio.
Maybe it was his imagination, but Thalia's face seemed to light up at his answer, but he tried not to get his hopes up.
Luke stepped forward and clasped him on the shoulder.
"Welcome to our little family pal, can't believe we haven't asked this yet, what's your name?" he asked.
"The name is Laurence," he replied with a smile, feeling remarkably better than he had minutes ago, his old family was safe now that he was gone, and he had found a new family that he could fight side by side with.
Laurence didn't know it then, but he only had a few short weeks left with this life.
He would fight alongside his companions, they would reach Camp with the help of a satyr named Grover, he would bond with Luke as a brother, Annabeth as a sister, and Thalia as something a little bit more, until the two of them were claimed, practically a death sentence for them.
What would in the end, prove to be a death sentence for them.
One was protected from death by being turned into a magical Pine tree.
The other had a more haunting and terrifying experience in store for them, one that would eventually, either destroy, or preserve Olympus.
EOCWhat do you think of this prologue? Chapter one will take place at the beginning of the Last Olympian, but as hinted at in this prologue, the events take place a week before they do in the original, two weeks before Percy's birthday. Some chapters will seem very very close to the original story, but then it takes off at a tangent.
Question: would anyone reading this like the remaining chapters to be POV or written in third person?
Every read and review is much appreciated!
~SOP95 out~