The Champion of the Forgotten

by xXxFilipinoPowarxXx

Percy was only a young child when his mom died protecting him from monsters. Devastated, he leaves his home. Starving and exhausted from running, he collapses on a road in the middle of nowhere days later. He is picked up by a wandering man who takes him to a place where he might belong, the Church. First Fanfic/ Rating may change

1. Chapter 1

Prologue

A/N This is my first fanfiction. Please read and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson or the quotes you will see from other places such as Warhammer 40k

"Stay with me Lord, as I devastate your enemies!" said the lone warrior standing against the tide of endless foes in a desert wasteland. Like a rock facing the tide, he stood his ground. Clad in midnight black armor, he alone held back the endless waves of enemies that threatened his home. In his hands were the tools of his trade, the tools of war and carnage. A sword that glowed as fell, green energies danced across its blade was in his right hand, an arcane pistol with strange runes inscribed on it was in his left. The lone warrior stood alone as monsters came in like an ocean tide. "Die you bastards!" screamed the warrior as he killed the creatures left and right with blood the color of sand spilling onto the ground. He kept killing until the creatures eventually stopped coming. Exhausted and grateful for the short reprieve, the warrior tried to brace himself for the next onslaught that would soon come. He looked across the battlefield and was saddened at the bodies of his comrades that decorated the desert sand. 'Rest in peace brothers, for I shall stop the tide here.' the warrior thought.

Flashback

"We won't live through this fight sir, and the elders have forbidden this plan of action!" said a soldier. The soldier was staring at his commander as he looked out the window to children playing. His sea-green eyes were troubled as he watched the children play. "Fuck the elders! If we do not act then these children, the elders, me, and you will die! I will not let that happen will you?" the commander asked. "No sir! I'm with you until the end!" shouted the soldier as he raised his right hand to his chest in a salute. The commander didn't do anything but smile sadly as he watched the children, knowing that most of them, if not all of them, were not coming back.

End Flashback

All of his men died in the battle. One by one they fell. The enemies were endless, and every five killed, ten more took their place. Ammo for weapons were depleted. Swords were chipped and broken. Some men fought with rocks found upon the desert sands. Their spirit however, was indomitable. Each man died with a battle cry or praise to God on his lips. For every soldier that died, another was inspired to fight even fiercer than before. However, there were only so much men left to fight. The last soldier with two swords stuck in his chest, and even then, he still killed the two creatures that were responsible.

As he looked across the desert to where his enemies were, he spied an enlarged version of the creatures he faced. It was armored in bits and pieces of metal that was scavenged from the hundreds of battlefields this creature fought on. In its hands was a massive double-bladed axe. Its eyes radiated with endless bloodlust. Runes adorned its massive 7 foot frame. It was ripped in muscle, and the creatures were all cowed in its presence.

The battle that took the lives of his brothers was merely a shot in the dark to lure the monster nicknamed, Behemoth. Killing Behemoth would stop the creatures here. The monster acted as a leader for the horde, it focused the mindless bloodlust in these creatures. Without the monster acting as the leader, the horde would splinter into fragments of wandering warbands that could be taken down more easily.

With a prayer on his lips, the warrior prepared for what may be his last fight. He roared a challenge to the Behemoth, "Face me!" . The monster merely watched as the warrior pointed his blade at it. All of a sudden, two creatures split from the horde with the intent to kill the foolish human that dared to fight them, and as soon as they left the horde, the behemoth ran across the field and killed the two creatures, splitting them both in half before they could even take three steps. Roaring at the rest of the horde, it slowly walked to the warrior until it stood twenty yards from where he stood.

Praising the lord for this chance at ending this horde that numbered in the hundreds of thousands, the warrior knelt down and began to chant an ancient litany of inspiration. "I am the hammer. I am the right hand of God, the instrument of His will, the gauntlet about His fist, the tip of His spear, and the edge of His sword. He is my armor, my shield, and my sanctuary!" the warrior chanted. "Into the fires of battle, unto the Anvil of War!" and with that final bit said, the warrior got up and charged towards the behemoth. The Behemoth grinned at the warrior and ran to meet him.

They met in the middle and the Behemoth swung for the warrior's head. He ducked at the last minute. With the battle axe narrowly missing his head, the warrior stabbed his blade deep into the Behemoth's thigh. The energies that danced across the blade gravitated towards the wound and made it fester in seconds. Enraged, the Behemoth backhanded the warrior and he flew away from the monster with his sword still in it. The Behemoth pulled the sword out and threw it away from it. The warrior quickly started shooting his pistol, and blue, arcane bullets flew towards the Behemoth. The Behemoth quickly dodged, but flinched as two shots managed to hit it in the chest. The metal bits on its chest started to heat up as soon as the bulled came into contact with it. Roaring in pain, the Behemoth quickly threw the ramshackle armor away and quickly threw his battle axe at the warrior. The warrior dodged, but as soon as he looked towards the beast it was already on him. It kicked him in the chest and he flew back, Wincing as he got up, he noticed the Behemoth running towards its battle axe. He began to desperately search for his sword amongst the scattered bodies. Spying it on top of a fallen comrade, he ran towards it after holstering his pistol. He quickly picked it up and raised it to block the Behemoth's incoming strike. Gritting his teeth, he was slowly pushed back by the beast's monstrous strength. The beast shoved his blade harder, and the warrior lost his balance and fell over a body. As soon as he hit the ground the Behemoth raised his battle axe and swung it downwards. The massive axe blade bit into the warrior's chest but didn't split him in half due to the impressive durability of the black armor. Grinning and then crouching next to the downed man, the Behemoth gloated in a harsh gravelly voice, "Now your precious village and monastery will be next young warrior. Hahahaha!" Biting down a scream, the warrior swiftly stabbed his blade into the Behemoth's chest and penetrated both lungs while grabbing his pistol and shooting the beast directly into the face. "Eat holy lead first foul creature and rot in hell!" the warrior weakly said. The beast then slowly fell back with the warrior's sword still stuck in him and his face melted from the point blank holy bullets.

As his vision was fading, he looked towards the horde. They were fleeing from something he could not see. Explosions suddenly ransacked the horde. He grinned weakly and looked towards the sky and saw the silhouettes of choppers in the skies. 'The damn elders finally sent help' he thought before his vision faded and cries of "Percy!" filled the air.

A/N Like I said before, this is my first fanfiction story. Please tell me what you thought about it. Critique it please, tell me what you think and tell me your ideas for the next chapter(s). Thanks in advance!

-FilipinoPowar