I have never really paid any attention to Vulcan/Hephaestus so I thought I'd make this little story.
Disclaimer: Seriously?
Leo's POV:
When I learned about the disciples I didn't expect an army!
"Are we there yet!" Percy whined as we all trudged through the forest.
The Seven, along with Nico, Reyna, and Peter, were called upon one final quest that could stop something that could destroy Olympus.
Again.
"I think one more mile that's what Reyna said." Piper said to the bored and tired son of Poseidon.
Reyna and Peter had scouted ahead three days before and found the building that we were looking for for the last month.
"Thank god I think I have sweat more than I did Tartarus." Percy said with a sigh of relief.
Just then we heard a crackling in the trees ahead of us.
I lit my hands on fire while everyone drew swords.
Then Peter fell out of the bushes with about ten arrows in the chinks of his armor.
"Peter!" Jason yelled and ran to his injured friend.
Peter was barely breathing and blood was pouring out of his ears and nose.
"Set up the tent he needs treatment NOW!" Jason said.
Piper had one of the collapsible tents the Hunters of Artemis use, a gift from Thalia, and set it up in seconds.
They dragged Peters limp body into the tent and set him down he was incredibly pale and shivering.
"Peter can you hear me!" I said as I lit a fire to warm him up.
Peter didn't stop shivering as we tried to pull the arrows out of his body.
Whenever someone got an arrow out I quickly cauterized the wound.
Unfortunately...the arrows were deep and only three could be removed without a child of Apollo present.
"Don't worry Peter. We are going to save you!." Jason said as he wrapped up the arrow wounds we managed to heal.
"Leo, you stay here! We are going to scout ahead and find the bastards that did this!" Jason said and ran out of the tent.
I could hear the others leaving as I sat down in front of the injured son of Aeolus.
Peter started to mumble under his breath.
"Peter? What did you say?" I asked cause I couldn't make it out.
He mumbled again a little louder but it was still indistinct.
"Peter? What are you saying? I can't understand you." I said.
Suddenly Peter lunged toward me and grabbed me by my collar and pulled me down.
"Vulcan!" he said in nearly a scream.
"Wh-What?" I asked terrified, his pale eyes were shattered as if his schizophrenia had finally destroyed him. I could see that the Peter I knew was gone only his insanity remained.
"Vulcans Disciples!" Peter screamed and he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me down again.
Pain shot through me, this guy was strong!
"B-Beware!" Peter said and started choking.
I was breathing heavily as I saw some black liquid start to dribble out of his mouth.
He let go of me and I shot back to the other side of the tent.
Peter fell on his back and started choking again and more of the liquid came out of his mouth.
Eventually Peter stopped making sounds and stopped moving and the liquid started pouring out of his mouth.
"P-Peter?" I said as I slowly crawled over to him.
He didn't move, he wasn't breathing.
Peter was dead.
Group POV:
Jason, Percy, and Frank were hacking away at the trees while Annabeth was tracking Peters trail.
"He was running not flying, doesn't Peter usually fly from danger?" she asked Jason.
He nodded "Unlike him to not fly out of here plus he isn't a tracker or anything so flying would have been ideal.
Annabeth stopped dead in her tracks.
"Annabeth? What's wrong?!" Percy asked and ran to her side.
She clutched her head in pain.
"I feel different." she said wincing.
"Come on. Rest for bit." Percy said and they sat down on a rock cluster.
The pain subsided and she lowered her hand.
"What happened?" Percy asked.
Annabeth opened her eyes and gasped "I...I don't know." she said in a worried tone.
"That's okay Wise Girl, you'll figure it out. You always do!" Percy said with a smile.
"No Percy my brain it's...I'm not smart anymore I can't think clearly." Annabeth said.
Jason knelt down next to them.
"What's four-hundred seventy-eight divided by eighty-four?" he asked
"Ummm...seventy?" she answered.
Everyone went wide eyed as she gave a wrong answer on a math question.
Jason stood up shocked "Frank can you turn into an eagle please?"
Frank nodded and then closed his eyes and concentrated for a good five minutes.
"I can't...I don't know what's wrong!" Frank said.
Jason jumped and he fell onto the ground "I can't fly!"
Nico whimpered "I can't raise the dead!"
Hazel wiped her forehead "Our powers just aren't working something is suppressing them!"
"That would be us!" a voice said.
They all turned to find a band of men that seemed to have near copper like skin.
The biggest had arms the size of tree trunks and was built like a building. He walked up to them no weapon at all, in fact, none of them had weapons.
"Well, you must be friends with that blonde guy we shot up!" he said laughing.
"You did that! I'll kill you!" Jason said and ran towards him.
He swung erratically at him and he blocked it with his arms. Sparks flew at each hit to his arm.
When Jason finally gave in and lowered his sword the man laughed.
They all stared in shock as he looked at his arm, mechanical pistons were moving in his arm as he moved his fingers.
"But...but." Jason stammered.
The man scoffed "Yeah." and punched Jason.
Jason flew and crashed through the trees and out of sight.
"Now unless you want to end up like your friend or that other guy that was with the girl you will do as we say." the man said as the other men brought out ropes.
They all gave in and held out their hands and the men tied them.
The man laughed loudly as he bandaged his arm to hide the mechanics in his arm.
"Who the hell are you?!" Percy growled as they started marching.
The man grinned and with is copper skin he looked like a smiling penny.
"We are Vulcans Disciples!"
I hope you guys like this story! I'm out!