The Son of Night
Wassup ma peeps! I'm back in black! (AC/DC reference for ya) Anyhoo, I'm starting a new fanfic with this. First attempt at a Percy Jackson fanfic, so DON'T JUDGE MEH! Just review, follow and favorite. Now, don't be afraid to tell me your opinions, positive or negative. I will welcome any and all feedback. Also, if you accuse me of god-modding, te ipsum. (Look it up on google translate. Or don't. Its up to you) My character is bound to be a little OP, considering he's a son of Nyx. Also, if you guys ask me to write a lemon, I have three words for you: AW, HELL NO! If I tried to write a lemon, by the time I finished it, my room would be covered in blood. Anyway, on with the story!
Great, Percy thought. Of all the people to be chosen to do a solo extraction, it has to be me. Chiron had recently received an anonymous call, telling him about a demigod in Boston. The counselors had drawn straws, and Percy got the short straw. The demigod was described as being tall, pale, lean, and wiry, with black hair. Percy pulled up to the kid's high school and got out. He heard the sound of a fight and ran towards it, pulling out Riptide as he did. What he saw amazed him.
The kid looked exactly as described. He looked to be about 15, yet taller than normal. He wore a silver chain around one arm, and he was being attacked by three Laistrygonian giants. One of them swung at his head, and he neatly dodged, grabbing its arm and pulling. As it stumbled, he grabbed its head and slammed it face first into a wall. It dissolved, and a second giant swung with a right cross. The teen rolled under the punch and into a leg, making the monster kiss the concrete.
He began to back away, and the monsters followed. One of them said, "Fresh meat!" The teen grinned, then flicked his wrist. The chain unwound and coiled by his feet. Then the kid whipped the chain up, and the tip smacked across a giant's face, leaving a smoking wound. The giant roared and charged, and the kid sidestepped and whipped the chain around the monster's neck. He gave it a quick jerk back, and the giant's neck snapped audibly.
The last giant swung, and the teen ducked under it, then swung up into the giants crotch, his chain wrapped around his fist. The giant dissolved, and the teen turned to Percy and said, "Sup."
Ezra's POV:
The guy's jaw dropped, and he stuttered, "How did… you just…"
"I have a black belt in tae-kwon-do and a red belt in judo. As well as being a master of the whip and chain," I answered. The guy shook his head, then said, "Look, I need you to get in the car. I'll explain on the way."
"This better not be some kind of trick," I said as I slid into the car. "If it is, the last thing you'll see is my chain wrapped around your neck."
He pulled out, then turned to me and said, "My name is Percy Jackson. Those things you saw back there were Laistrygonian giants."
"Laistrygonian giants, huh? Giants with a taste for human flesh, right?"
"Right. Incredibly hard to kill, under normal circumstances. And yet you managed to kill three at once with your bare hands."
"How is that possible? The Laistrygonians were a Greek myth."
"It's totally possible. When I was 12, I killed the Minotaur."
"That's impossible. All of these monsters were just myths, stories. They don't exist."
"Oh, really? How do you explain those guys back there, then? You want the honest truth? You and I are demigods, the mortal children of the Greek gods."
By this time, we were crossing the border of camp, and I winced. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing. I'm fine," I said. we pulled up in front of the Big House, where a man in a wheelchair waited for us on the porch. "Good to see you in one piece, Percy," he said, then turned toward me and said, "You must be Ezra."
"That's my name, don't wear it out."
"My name is Chiron," he said. "Well, we should find who your godly parent is at the…" He was cut off by a horn, and he said, "Ah… that would be the dinner horn."
At the campfire that night, Chiron was in the middle of talking about capture the flag, when he heard gasps coming from where I was sitting. I slowly rose to my feet, looking at my hands. My body had been transformed into a star-speckled outline of itself, with twin pulsars for eyes. Chiron knelt and said, "Hail, Ezra, son of Nyx, goddess of the night." I could hear the fear in his voice.
After the campfire, Chiron trotted up to me and said, "Ezra, we need to talk." We walked into the woods, and Chiron said, "Ezra, do you know who Nyx is?"
"No. The books I read on Greek mythology never mentioned her," I said.
"Nyx is one of the primordial gods, the first to rise out of Chaos. She is the goddess of night, the mother of Hypnos, Thanatos, Akhlys, Geras, Eris, Tartarus, Gaea, and a thousand other horrors. As far as I know, there has only been one other mortal child of her: Prince Vlad Tepes. Your heritage is an incredibly powerful one. Just don't let that power corrupt you. Now, I have decided to place you in the Hades cabin for now. I would recommend that you get some sleep." I walked into the cabin, and the head counselor, a guy named Nico pointed out an empty bed, and I fell asleep almost immediately.
The next day, I woke up to find a black metal locker at the foot of my bed. A couple of the guys from the cabin were crouched around the box, and one of them looked at me and said, "Holy crap! This box is made of pure Stygian iron!" I got out of bed and approached the box. There was a lock on the box, which dissolved into black vapor when I touched the box. When I opened it, I saw a set of Stygian iron armor. I reached in and pulled out a helm with long spikes in the shape of a crown. When I put it on, it shifted and blurred into an earpiece that looked like a Bluetooth. When I pulled on the boots and greaves, they shifted into black combat boots and a pair of black jeans. Lastly, I pulled on the chestplate and felt a surge of strength. As I stood up, the chestplate shifted and lengthened into a floor-length leather duster.
Then I saw something below the armor, and I reached in and pulled out a long sword. When I pulled it out of the scabbard, it widened and lengthened until I was holding a six-foot long, foot-wide sword. "Okay… something is messed up here. Let me see that sword," one of the guys said. I handed him the sword, and his knees buckled under the weight. I snatched it back before it cut him in half, and he said, "Holy crap, that's heavy! How are you even able to lift that with one hand?"
"It doesn't feel heavy to me," I said as I swung the sword in a figure eight. "It feels as light as a feather." I looked back into the box and saw a piece of paper inside. I pulled it out and turned it over to see writing, in an elegant, flowing script. It read:
To my beloved son, Ezra:
I give you this armor and sword as a token of my love. The armor was forged by the greatest of the telkhine smiths, and it augments your natural strength, speed, and agility tenfold as well as allowing you to tap into the power of the shadows to transport yourself. The sword was forged by the telkhines, tempered in the River Phlegethon, and cooled in the depths of the River Styx. May they serve you well in your time of greatest need.
With love,
Nyx
I finished reading, then pushed the now empty box under my bed. That day, I was on the climbing wall when a glob of lava hit my shoulder. Instead of burning through my shoulder, it was absorbed into my duster, and I felt a surge of strength. The walls clashed together, and I stuck out my other arm. The walls pushed together, and Chiron went for the controls. Then he heard a metallic groaning from the mechanisms underground, and the walls slowly moved apart. He saw me in the middle, straining as I pushed the walls apart. Then I pulled up as hard as I could, and I shot up the walls, which clashed shut behind me. I flipped and landed unhurt, after dropping fifty feet. That night, when I fell asleep, I felt happy for the first time in ages.