This is my first crossover so don't be a meano. I don't own Pjo or the Inheritance cycle… so yeah. Heres the story.
Amanda stood shivering in the cold. She couldn't see anything as she was blind, but she had been told by the other servants that it was an amazing site to behold. She knew she had caramel colored hair and eyes; she knew that she was about the size of a dwarven bow and that her skin had no blemishes. Others had told her she was a site to behold and that many would want her hand.
It was a cloudy winter morning, but there was no snow; probably due to where she was. On the palace grounds there was never any snow, she was a servant of Galbatorix. She never wanted to be, but her swift tongue and her looks had forced her into it ever since she had come along the path.
She sighed remembering the day. She had been walking swiftly, trying to warm herself up. It had been a cold winter day, not so different from this one that she had been making her way to a small hut where her friend had lived, but as soon as she passed the gates of the nearby palace she was doomed.
The guards told her to come inside upon the order of the king. She had gone in warily. When she had reached the throne room she saw behind a curtain the figure of a man. He told her that he wanted her services, but she had to say an oath first. She had responded that she wouldn't say something if she didn't mean it. He laughed and told her what to say. When she told him she had no clue what he had said and that she wouldn't say it because of that he just laughed and told her he would still use her services.
She cracked her neck and huffed in annoyance. She began to continue her work, washing the clothes of the servants. She pulled up on the wash board then down. After a few minutes of nothing but that she wiped the sweat from her brow, feeling the band around her eyes. As she continued her work she sighed and wished that she could see so that she could behold the beauty of the world.
There was a soft rustling behind her and she turned toward it. "Who goes there" she asked straining to hear any noise. There was a groan and she stood, grabbing her skirt she fallowed the sound. It sounded again near the bushes. She continued her pursuit until she found a young man in the bushes.
"Are you alright" she asked feeling for any sign of wounds. He sat straight up and clambered away.
"Who are you" he asked fearfully. She could tell from his voice that he was probably a man by now.
"My name is Amanda of none. I found you in the bushes. If I may, why were you there? It doesn't seem like a proper place for a servant of Galbatorix to sleep" She said.
"Galba who" he asked.
"Galbatorix, king of Alagaesia. You know who I am, but I don't know who you are. Who are you" She inquired. He shuffled around a little.
"My name's Perseus Jackson, but call me Percy" he said.
"Well, Perseus of Jackson-"
"No no, just Percy" he corrected me.
"Anyway, do you know that you are in the king's palace" she asked.
"Um… no I didn't. Sorry, I didn't mean to come here" he explained. Amanda nodded and stood.
"I think we should go to the king. Maybe he can help you" she said and held out her hand. He took it and she helped him up. She began to walk toward where she knew the doors to the castle were.
He followed closely and after a few seconds he asked "Why do you wear a band over your eyes?"
"I am blind. I have always been so" she said as she opened the door and continued inside. She heard shuffling and the drawing of swords.
"Who is this peasant" one of the guards asked pointing his sword at Percy. Amanda put her hand on the guards arm.
"I found him hurt. He wishes to see the king and if he is an ally do you really want the king mad at you" she said quietly. The guard gulped and sheathed his sword.
"No, best get him to the king" he said then let them pass.
Once they were a few feet away Percy said "So what is the king like?"
Amanda's face darkened and she answered "He is…" she bit her lip and shook her head "Can't talk about it here. If I were to get caught I would be hanged."
Percy nodded and let it drop. Within a few more minutes they had reached the large black doors of the throne room. There were two guards on either side of the door. Amanda faced the one on the right and said "The king has a visitor. Perseus is his name."
The guard nodded and walked inside disappearing. Percy fidgeted as he waited. One minute passed then two, then three. After the fourth minute the guard returned and said "You may enter, Perseus" Both Percy and Amanda began to head in but the guard told her "You may not, servant."
Percy glanced at Amanda worriedly and she nodded encouragingly. Percy took a deep breath then walked inside leaving Amanda outside. Percy looked around and saw a single throne behind a curtain. There was a large black dragon curled behind the throne where a tall dark figure sat. The figure looked like it had a book in its hand, but Percy couldn't tell. Percy gulped and came closer.
"So you are Perseus. Why must you speak with me" the figure asked barely glancing at the dark haired boy. The figure had an ancient male voice.
"I-I am lost… sir" Percy said slowly.
"Where did you come from? I can tell from your attire you are not from my empire" said the figure as it glanced back down at its book.
"New York… sir" Percy replied. The figure now stared at Percy as if trying to decide his worth. The man nodded and glanced at the dragon.
"And where is this… New York?"
"Um… in America. In the western hemisphere" Percy answered.
"I know not of this America. Tell me of it" the man said and he tossed the book aside, but instead of falling to the ground it floated in the air for a moment then soared toward a bookcase on the other side of the room.
"Well… it's a country. It's run by the president and all of the people are free. They vote for the president they want and whoever has the most votes gets to be the president. New York is on its eastern edge, near the ocean" Percy explained. He was a little surprised by the book flying.
"Who are you the son of?"
"Huh" Percy asked suddenly alert. His hand reached into his right pocket to finger riptide.
"Your father. What is his name" Asked the king again.
"Why do you want to know?" Percy was sure that by now the king was getting suspicious.
"Because I need to know if you are an enemy or an ally" said the king. Percy swore he could feel the glare in his forehead.
"John" Percy lied quickly.
"I know you are lying."
"And how would you know that" Percy asked pulling riptide out of his pocket.
"Because of magic" explained the king.
"Then who do you think my father is" Percy asked sarcastically.
"Poseidon" said the man. Now Percy was really suspicious.
"Okay, who are you? An impousia? Giant? What" Percy asked uncapping riptide. The king stayed immobile.
"I am none of those. I am a human" said the king. This confused Percy even more.
"Then… you're a clear sighted mortal?"
"I am hardly mortal" said the king.
"Then what the Hades are you? If you're not mortal and you're not a monster then what are you" Percy yelled. The doors opened and the guards unsheathed their weapons. Percy turned to them preparing to fight.
"Do not touch him" the king yelled. Percy turned back to the king and saw that he was only a few feet from him.
"Gah" Percy said as he jumped in surprise. He now saw the king clearly. He was tall and had dark black hair that clung to his skull. He was wearing brown cotton pants and shirt like the kind you see on a medieval movie. This guy seriously reminded Percy of Hades.
"He may be valuable and if he gets hurt I will personally punish those who did it" he said angrily. This confused Percy even further.
"I'm practically threatening you with a sword and you don't want anyone to attack me" Percy asked confusedly.
The king smiled and said "You are just a confused boy. You pose no threat to me or my kingdom, but you may be a useful ally. You see young Perseus; I am at war with some rebels. They wish to destroy my empire and begin anew and they are very troublesome as they have gained an important ally, but he is a boy much like yourself. I would like to ask that you help me and my army defeat these rebels."
"Uh… I should actually get home…" Percy said; the king nodded.
"I understand, but if you were to help me I would help you. I am sure I could help you get home" said the king.
"Well… I don't know. I just got out of one wa-" Percy stopped and realized his mistake a bit too late.
The king's eyebrows rose and he asked "You have been in a war?"
"Uh…" Percy said. Too late to take it back now, thought Percy. "Yeah…"
"What rank are you in your army" the king asked interested.
"Um… I was the leader…" Percy mumbled. The king's eyes danced in the same way Annebeth's did when she would get a plan.
"And you won" he inquired further.
"Yeah…"
"Wonderful! I could use a general" said the king.
"You'll really help me get back home" Percy asked.
"Of course young Perseus! I give you my word as king" he said.
"Alright… I guess I'll help you" Percy said to the king.