Chapter 1

Hello, everyone! This is my very first fanfic. I really loved reading different fanfics with different pairings and scenario, so I decided to write one myself. Hope you enjoy it!

Percy

Pain.

Fear.

Anger.

That was what Percy Jackson felt as he stood in front of Mother Nature herself, Gaea.

All he had was his trusty sword Riptide, which he had fought countless amounts of monsters with, in his hand as he faced against the one of the most Ancient of the Ancients.

The moment he stepped up and challenged her, Percy knew the situation would go out of hand as he was quickly overwhelmed with attacks from literally all directions: up, left, right, front, back and even down as Gaea controlled the ground in attempt to grab him.

His battlefield reflex was only thing keeping him alive until this point, but the Earth Mother had managed to nick him in various spots like his arm and legs.

Thinking about his attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD for short) reminded him of his short stand-off against the War god all those years ago. But that was just an appetizer if his battle with Gaea was to be considered a main course dinner. After taste-testing with giants, in fact.

Furthermore, these were hard blows; everytime he'd deflect a stirke, he found himself skidding in the opposite direction from the momentum being transfered from the strikes.

Why is no one coming to help Percy, you ask? Surely some must have finished dealing with those pesterous giants and were still eager to fight off the last remaining foe?

Percy was curious about that too- so he looked around and found his answer.

Good news? The giants were all dead, judging from their absence.

Bad news? The entire council of the mighty Olympians were stuck to the ground, trees wrapping around their gigantic form. The demigods weren't doing much better; well actually, no better because they were all in the same predicament but with vines.

They were all staring at him with eyes wide open, unable to speak due to their mouth wrapped shut by some vines.

Judging by how still they were without attempting to use any powers to break out, there was no doubt in Percy's mind there was something up with those trees and that somehow it had restricted their powers from getting through it.

If this was any less serious of a situation, he would have laughed at the irony of Mr. D being imprisoned by vines but there was simply no time as his thoughts were cut off by a booming laughter that suspiciously felt like a small earthquake.

He turned back to Gaea who was wiping a tear off the side of her earthly face as she continued laughing.

'Whatever will you do, Son of the Sea God?', Gaea growled, showing her (quite literally) dirty teeth. 'Your gods and friends are all under my thumb now. Will you dare to fight me on your own?'

Percy swore under his breath, knowing there was no easy way out of this.

There was no nearby lake or sea for him to retreat into, no place to take cover.

All his friends looking at him in silent but desperate plea for help was awfully similar to what Phobos had once shown Percy as his greatest fear: his friends screaming at him to make the right choice. That was when he learnt about the first Great Prophecy. Percy at that time was grateful to Fates after finding out that it wasn't him that was making the choice, it was Luke.

But now it was his time to make the choice.

To storm or fire, the world must fall, his mind told him. Shut the hell up, Percy told it.

But you are the son of the Stormbringer, it insisted.

He looked down at his sword. The attacks from Gaea had done a number on it. He hoped it would return as good as new in his pocket if it broke, because Riptide didn't look like it was in shape to take much more, but even if it did come back there would be no time to take it out again before Percy got demolished.

After few seconds of silence, he glared up at the Mother Nature who was several feet taller than him, making up his mind.

'I plan to go down fighting,' he told her and watched as her face contorted into a wicked grin.

'I hoped you would say that.'

Earth rised up at her hands and morphed into a long, bladelike structure. She took it and lunged at him.

Percy raised his blade to intercept the blow that would otherwise have been fatal.

He tried very hard, pleading to anyone who would listen into his mind. He felt the ground slowing him down and looked down to see the ground turning into mud beneath his feet.

He kept moving, blocking all the strikes and not daring to go on offensive, worried that he might leave a gap in his defense. He thought he might be able to keep up. Gaea seemed to be straining to keep her abilities in check after a few thousand years of deep sleep and he started to gain hope. Maybe he could last a bit more and--

CLANKKK

Blood drained from his face and he dreaded to look down. Disobeying his instincts, he did exactly that.

Percy saw blood.

A deep gash on his stomach with a blade imbedded into the ground. He looked at his sword- or what it used to be.

In the place of Zoë Nightshade's sign of admittance that Percy was not like other males, was just a hilt. The blade part of the sword had been cleaved clean off as he was deflecting a slash at his mid-section. He collapsed to his knees.

Not because of the wound but because of what he had just done.

He had failed. He had nothing but a broken sword to fight against the primordial of Earth.

His friends, family had been counting on him.

He grasped at the blade on the ground, not caring whether it was cutting his hands and pulled it out.

He looked at his reflection on the celestial bronze and a single tear rolled down his cheeks. He had let down his friends and they would die, just like how he had failed to save Zoë, his friend.

In front of him, the Earth Mother beamed in happiness. Instead of killing him out right, she decided to taunt him a bit. She willed the daughter of Athena to be carried towards her. Annabeth's stormy grey eyes widened and she struggled but resistance was futile.

Gaea let the vine around Annabeth's mouth loosen as Earth Mother turned her around and made her face Percy who was still kneeling, with his head bowing down.

'Look what your failure is costing you, demigod.'

The tone of the voice made him instantly look up and he gasped in terror.

'No no no no, Gaea, please don't do this. Please I will do anything, please no!'

Annabeth, despite knowing her upcoming doom, smiled weakly. 'Sea-Seaweed Brain, i-it's not your fault. Don't blame yourself. I-I know I can trust you to save everyone. You need to survive and--'

Time seemed to slow down as blood spattered everywhere when Gaea shoved the earthened blade directly into Annabeth's chest.

Annabeth coughed violently, blood pouring out of her mouth.

'NOOOO!'

Annabeth fell as Gaea dropped her and Percy swiftly caught her, his tears half blinding him as he sobbed uncontrollably.

'No, Wise Girl please, I can't live without you! Wh-what about college! What about kids?'

Annabeth lifted her already numbing hand, trying and failing to wipe his face. 'Y-you need t-to m-move o-on, Percy. P-promise me that you'll move on a--nd be happy.'

'I-I promise,' Percy made the promise, one which he had no intentions to keep. It was nothing but empty promise to him.

'I-ice is made up of water b-but with countless amount of H2O molecules more closely bound toge-together than liquid to b-become solid.'

Daughter of Athena spared her knowledge to Son of Poseidon one last time. She knew Percy would get what she had meant.

Her eyes closed, never to be opened again.

The Son of Sea God set her down gently and rised up slowly. He didn't let out a word as he stood up, but water particles were starting to swirl all around him.

He reached for his pen-sword in his pocket like he did about a thousand times before, but this time it had not returned.

The magic of his pen had been broken with the sword itself.

He lifted up the remains of Riptide and joined them together, willing the water to wrap around it.

Percy concentrated for a while and when he focused his eyes on his sword again, a thick layer of ice had covered the weapon. He grasped the handle and swung it around discovering that ice didn't add whole lot of weight.

It wouldn't hold forever; but would have to be it for the meantime.

When he looked up again at Gaea, Mother Nature just let a sound indicating her mild confusion as she saw the sea-green eyes of the demigod she had considered to be defeated just few minutes prior.

It was glowing with pure anger, with no trace of instinctual fear she had sensed him feel.

Letting loose a shout of primal rage, Perseus Jackson charged.

Annndddd cut! So how was it? I have a long way to go but it's a journey I'm willing to take. If you liked it, ummm... you don't need to do anything really! *cough cough* Maybe review and favourite this? *cough cough* Argh, must be coming down with cold. Bye!