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~Sea and Sky: Champions of Heaven~
A Percy Jackson Fanfiction
LukexFem!Percy
~1~
"Luke? Where are you?" Perseia Jackson asked, heading turning side to side, trying to find Luke in the tiny cottage. She found him packing his bags, his sea green eyes downcast and tired. "Where are you going?"
"I can't take this anymore, Seia. Mother's gone crazy again. I don't know what's wrong with her. Dad can't protect me forever from her and Sally's in a coma. I just…can't." Luke looked down at the ground as he grabbed a few toiletries before stuffing them in the duffel bag.
"Don't remind me. With mom gone…I can't take Gabe anymore, I try to stay over as much as I can here with you and May, but he's getting worse. The remarks he makes…" Seia shivered.
"What! Where is he! I'm going to castrate him!" Luke yelled, furious at the blatant suggestions of Gabe's behavior.
"Luke! Please… if the authorities find out…I can't lose you. He's out with his poker buddies tonight at a bar. Come back to the house with me tonight to help me pack. Then we can leave. Please, just wait a little more," Seia whispered softly, electric blue eyes shining with tears as she gazes at him. Luke's eyes soften and he nodded, soft blonde hair framing his face handsomely.
"Dad would help watch over us. He loves you like a daughter," Luke comforted Seia, knowing her issues with abandonment. "Even if he can't cure Mom or visit much really, he sends us signs often enough to know that he cares for us, both of us."
"Better than father anyway," Seia mutters angrily, remembering the fact that Sally Jackson, her mother, had her parents killed in a plane crash when she was five, sent to live with her uncle who died due to cancer despite the efforts and sacrifices Sally did to try and take care of him, even giving up her dream and education. She ended up with no diploma, no money, and no career. Her biological father was an asshole, taking what rightfully isn't his and causing her endless suffering. The only good thing, Sally said, was the fact that she got Seia out of the whole scandal. Even if she had to marry that good-for-nothing bastard Gabe Ugliano so protect her from both monsters and gods, especially Hera and Hades. "Sometimes I wish Lord Poseidon was my father."
"I don't," Luke replied, cupping her slightly tan heart-shaped face with his callous hands. "I don't want to be your brother, I want something more." Perseia blushed prettily, knowing that Luke meant it. Even if she was two years older than Luke's 10 years, Luke was a charmer and ever since they met at ages three and five, he's been complimenting her, knowingly or not. Sally and Poseidon often shared looks when they saw what Luke was doing. Seia took a lock of her long ebony hair, slightly wavy, and placed it behind her ear as eh turned around and started making her way out.
"I'm going to the fields to gather flowers for Mom. Meet me at the hospital when you are done," and with that she left. Luke sighed as he zipped up the duffel bag before grabbing the celestial bronze daggers, placing them in their sheaths, and looping the specially-crafted shield-watch around his wrist. He grabbed the magical pen, Riptide or Anaklusmos and placed it in his jeans, making sure it was easily accessible. With a sigh he made his way out also, leaving a note for May Castellan, and with a final look to his childhood home, walked out.
"Hey Mom, how are you doing? I'm fine, well not really. Luke is running away, he can't take it anymore. I can't either. Gabe is getting really forward. I just, I don't want to deal with it anymore. I'm going with him, Mom; I want to and will run away with Luke. Can you understand?" As Perseia confesses her intentions towards her comatose mother, a bouquet of wildflowers was in a vase on her bed stand while Luke leaned against the doorway, duffel bag in hand. "I love you Mom, I just hope you will one day wake." Perseia's electric blue eyes were downcast and dark as she made her way to Luke and hugged him tightly, tears falling down silently. All Luke could do was wrapping his arms around her in return and offer soft reassurances. "Thank you," Perseia whispered before wiping her eyes with the sleeves of her silver cardigan. "Let's go."
Perseia was quick in packing, just the bare essentials, toiletries, and a few changes of clothes, really. She grabbed Aegis and her charm bracelet with the four charms: a bow and arrow, spear, sword, and daggers. It was a gift from Lord Poseidon when he realized that his youngest brother didn't care about her and didn't even know she existed. With one finally look at her room, realizing it is going to be Gabe's "study" once she leaves, Perseia Jackson walked out of her old life and with a hand in Luke's, a new one with perhaps the one she loves?
~Time Skip! Fast Forward 2 Years on the Run~
Luke Castellan: 12 Years old, Son of May Castellan and Lord Poseidon, God of the Seas, the Earthshaker, the Stormbringer, Father of Horses, Eldest Son of Kronos and Rhea, Excluded God of the Olympian Council, Most Powerful of the Gods
Perseia Jackson: 14 Years old, Daughter of Sally Jackson and Lord Zeus, God of the Skies and King of the Gods, Youngest Child of Kronos and Rhea, Ruler of the Heavens
Annabeth Chase: 7 Years Old, Daughter of Susan Chase and Lord Hermes, God of Messengers, Travelers, Thieves, Medicine, Merchants, Jack of All Trades, Son of Maia and Lord Zeus – Annabeth joined 1 ½ years after Perseia and Luke have been on the run.
Monsters were chasing after them. It was by chance they find a have torn up business card with a cursive font that read Camp Half-Blood and had the address for it. It was by chance they even made it this far. Furies, the Minotaur, hydras, even the Nemean lion was in the midst of all of the monsters that was chasing them. They wouldn't make it in time. The grass was waist-length and was slowing down their movements. It was only the three of them, no satyr to guide them to camp. Perseia could take it anymore. They've been running like animals away from all of the danger. She was tired. She couldn't take it anymore. She saw how Luke always looked bedraggled and beaten up, protecting Annabeth most of the time. Perseia was tired of spending half of her life fighting monsters in hopes of help from her bastard of a father when she knows he doesn't know she even exists and doesn't care.
Perseia's POV
"Luke, take Annabeth and go!" I shouted, vainly trying to hold off the monsters. With a swipe of her sword she decapitated a Hydra before frying the stumps with a lightning bolt so it wouldn't reform with twice the danger.
"No! I'm not leaving without you, Seia!" Luke exclaimed, even as he was killing hellhounds like crazy, trying to protect Annabeth who had a broken leg and arm. "You're crazy!"
"My dad is! We won't make it if we all run! I'll stay back and fight them off, give you some time," I said, frying a wave of monsters with an electrocuted air blast. I grabbed Luke by the front of his tattered jacket, smashing my lips on his. Luke paused in shock before reciprocating, subconsciously understanding that this might be the last. "I love you, okay? I fucking love you and want you to live."
"Seia…" Luke whispered, shocked. With tears in his eyes, he nodded. "I love you too, my sky princess."
"I'll always be near, even in only spirit form. I love you, prince of the sea and my heart," I said and with a finally chaste kiss, I used my powers to lift both Luke and Annabeth in the air and sent them halfway up the hill. I turned back to the mob of monsters and started to let loose all of my powers and skill. I always had to hold back, knowing that if I gave all out, I will kill an ally.
"Δυνάμειςτων ουρανών, τον εαυτό σουπαραχωρήσεισε μένα. Θαχρησιμοποιήσει τη δύναμήσουγια ναπροστατεύσει και να υπερασπιστεί. Μοίρεςελέησον, κατάρα μουμεαυτήν την ανίερηενέργεια για να χρησιμοποιήσειγια το καλό. Χρησιμοποιήστετην ψυχή μουως προστασία.Χρησιμοποιήστε τις ικανότητέςμου ωςένα σπαθί. Χρησιμοποιήστεουσία μουγια το καλότων συγγενώνμου. Χρησιμοποιήστετα συναισθήματά μουγια να νικήσουμεόλες τις πιθανότητες. Χρησιμοποιήστετην καρδιάμου για να αλλάξετετον κόσμο. Χρησιμοποιήστεμένα, καιμαζί μουθα είμαιπρωταθλητήςσου.
(Dynámeis to̱n ouranó̱n , ton eaf̱tó sou paracho̱rí̱sei se ména . Tha chri̱simopoií̱sei ti̱ dýnamí̱ sou gia na prostatéf̱sei kai na yperaspisteí . Moíres eléi̱son , katára mou me af̱tí̱n ti̱n aníeri̱ enérgeia gia na chri̱simopoií̱sei gia to kaló . Chri̱simopoií̱ste ti̱n psychí̱ mou o̱s prostasía. Chri̱simopoií̱ste tis ikanóti̱tés mou o̱s éna spathí . Chri̱simopoií̱ste ousía mou gia to kaló to̱n syngenó̱n mou . Chri̱simopoií̱ste ta synaisthí̱matá mou gia na nikí̱soume óles tis pithanóti̱tes . Chri̱simopoií̱ste ti̱n kardiá mou gia na alláxete ton kósmo . Chri̱simopoií̱ste ména , kai mazí mou tha eímai pro̱tathli̱tí̱s sou .)
[Powers of the heavens, bestow thyself in me. I shall use thy power to protect and defend. Fates have mercy, curse me with this unholy power to use for good. Use my soul as protection. Use my skill as a sword. Use my essence for the good of my kin. Use my emotions to defeat all odds. Use my heart to change the world. Use me, and with me I will be thy champion.]"
I prayed to the night sky. I felt the power coursing through me and unleashed it for all its worth. I saw Luke and smiled, kissing him a last goodbye. I mouthed, "I love you," before I saw a blinding cacophony of shades before fading.
Luke carried Annabeth the rest of the way. He saw campers and a centaur (Chiron?) and a sprinkling of satyrs rousing up and making their way to the borders. He stumbled through, placed Annabeth on the ground, kissing her on the forehead as she gazed up at him with wide eyes, before grabbing Anaklusmos and sprinting back down the hill. He made it back in time to see Seia air kiss him and mouth "I love you" before see glowed like a supernova and all of the monsters disintegrate. In her place was a hybrid Oak and Cherry tree, with budding electric blue blossoms and dark blackish brown acorns.
"Seia!" Luke yelled, falling to his knees as he gazed up at the last remnants of the love of his life. He was feeling bitter. The oak tree was a symbol of Zeus and Hera, believed to be the most powerful of trees by the Ancients and a symbol of fulfillment and conjugal fidelity. It supposedly attracted lightning and had healing properties in its leaves. The Cherry tree, a symbol of new awakenings and rebirth, were associated with clouds. Moreover, it was also used metaphorically to show that life of a person is short. The short-lived nature of cherries and their extreme beauty are often associated with mortality. In addition to that, blooming of cherries is considered a sign of good fortune and is also a symbol of love and affection. Ironic how both represented Seia to a tee, Luke thought. He found a pendant at the base and could only gaze at it sadly. It was Seia's, her favorite to be exact. Silver with hints of gold, it was a swirling spiral wind formation with tiny sapphires to represent the sea and yellow diamonds for the sky. On the back, carved in the spiral, was Ουρανού και θάλασσας.Πρίγκιπα και της πριγκίπισσας. Κυβερνήτης τουκαρδιά και την ψυχήμου. LukeκαιPerseiaπάντα.(Ouranoú kaithálassas. Prínkipakaiti̱sprinkípissas . Kyverní̱ti̱stoukardiá kaiti̱npsychí̱ mou . Luke kai Perseia pánta.) [Sky and Sea. Prince and Princess. Ruler of my heart and soul. Luke and Perseia forever.] Tears fell down his face silently as he had a bittersweet smile tugging on his lips. He clasped the necklace around his neck as he slowly stood up while the campers and woods folk arrived. They had seen the final stand of Perseia Jackson, Daughter of Zeus and Champion of the Fates. As he turned around, he saw everyone kneeling and looked up, feeling his dad's power. Above he saw a shining trident of glimmering green.
"Poseidon, Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail Luke Castellan, Son of the Sea God."
~2~
"Nico! Come on, just past that tree!" Grover shouted, trying to hurry along a 12-year old Nico di Angelo.
"What's the bull-man chasing us? Why is it chasing us?" Nico yelled, confused and tired.
"I'll explain later. Just come on! Before it kills us!" Grover exclaimed, grabbing Nico's arm and dragging him past the barriers of Camp Half-Blood, just in time too as the Minotaur got rebuffed and a ghostly spectra glowing silvery electric blue appeared out of know where and fried the Minostaur to a crisp, disintegrating into dust. In a flash of light, she was gone again.
"Whoa! What was that? Who was that! How many hit points does that spirit have? That was awesome!" Nico shouted, excited at seeing the big bull-an destroyed with one blast.
"The power and spirit of Perseia Jackson, Daughter of Zeus," a masculine voice said. Nico turned around quickly and saw, leaning against a tree, was a seventeen year old boy with blonde hair similar to that of golden sand and sea green eyes like the ocean, swirling like a tempest. "Name's Luke Castellan, Son of Poseidon, and you are?"
"He's Nico di Angelo, currently undetermined. He has a strong scent though," Grover butted in. He didn't want Nico to accidentally offend the strongest demigod at camp, one especially close to the Daughter of Zeus also.
"Might want to bring him to Chiron and Mr. D first, introduce him to the supervisors of the camp. Send him to Annabeth for introductions after he sees the film. I gotta go." Luke stuffed his hands into his pocket as he disappeared in a spray of fine mist.
"Who was that? How did he disappear like that in mist? Can I do that?" Nico was hyper with excitement. "That was awesome how that guy was one second there, then boom! Gone! What did he mean when he said Son of Poseidon? Like the Sea God? He has like 15000 hit points and special attacks with his trident when in combination with water or the sea!"
"Slow down! Slow down. Let's just get you to Chiron and Mr. D." Grover guided him up the hill towards the big blue house. On the way Nico continued to pose many embarrassing and unanswerable questions while being obnoxiously hyper.
"Who's she with the scar?" In their view, leaning casually against the wooden railing was a tall, leggy blonde, athletic, with tanned skin, like a regular California girl. Her eyes, though, were a stormy grey, analytical and calculating, honed for battle. A thick, ropey scar marred her face though, remnant of a successful, but almost failed quest.
"That's Annabeth Chase; she's been here the longest other than Luke, the demigod you met earlier. Even though she's young, she's experienced." Grover led Nico to a table with a pudgy man and a man in a scruffy tweed jacket in a wheelchair. "Mr. D, this is Nico di Angelo, the demigod I found at Westover."
"Yes, yes. Chiron, send him to the room to watch the orientation film. I have no use for brats like him. Gerald!" The named Mr. D called out, an annoyed tone filtering through.
"Yes, Mr. D?" Grover was nervous, slightly shivering in fear.
"Follow him, make sure he understands. Hand him over to Alexia after. Head over to the council for your license when you are done." Mr. D turned away afterwards, looking back at the game, shouting "Trick! Trick! Royal Marriage," while tallying his points.
"I believe the game goes to me," Chiron calmly stated, placing down his cards as he transformed out of the wheelchair into his centaur form. "Follow me, Nico, was it?"
"Welcome to Cabin 11," Annabeth Chase said, opening the doors and leading into the old cabin whose paint was peeling off to a faded blue and wood splintering out everywhere. The inside looked like a makeshift Red Cross center with a caduceus hanging above the doorway. "Guys? This is Nico di Angelo, he's undetermined." With that, everyone groaned. "You can have that spot right there. We're pretty crowded like always so just make do."
"How long will it take for me to be claimed?" Nico was curious. He didn't really want to live here. All of these people in one cabin? It was chaos. With his innocent question, a loud of bitter laughter filled the air. He grew silent; he didn't realize it was a bad topic to talk about.
"Don't kid around. Things like that rarely happen. Even if you do, you might be a child of a god that doesn't have a cabin here. Like Luke," Annabeth harshly replied. "Follow me; I still have to give you a tour."
Nico stumbled after Annabeth, her strides quick and impatient. He called out to her, "What did you mean earlier? About Luke?" Annabeth tensed and spun around quickly, glaring at him.
"Luke Castellan, Son of Poseidon. Here's been here as long as me and doesn't have a cabin. His father Poseidon doesn't have a seat on the Olympian Council, only Olympian Gods have cabins here. About a quarter of those kids you saw back there were undetermined because gods don't care about us or are too lazy. The other quarter were claimed by minor gods and have to stay with my cabin because they have nowhere else to go. The gods don't care about us, which was why they left. You understand don't you? You have ADHD and dyslexia too, just like the rest of us. One of your parents is a god. Camp Half-Blood is where we go to train our skills. Skills that will help us survive out there in the mortal world. If you are a child of Demeter or Aphrodite you won't have a powerful scent. You can probably last out there for a while and only stay for the summer. So? Who do you think your godly parent is?" Annabeth lectured and explained to Nico in exasperation.
"I-I don't know. My mom died when I was young and have been enrolled I boarding schools ever since. A lawyer takes care of me. Apparently I have a trust set up in my name to take care of me," Nico stuttered out. Annabeth's eyes narrowed.
"Another male godly parent? Gods, how many times to those lustful gods have to knock up some woman and leave them with a child that knows nothing about our world? Gods never change at all," Annabeth ranted, looking up to the sky with thinly concealed hatred.
"Umm… okay. Can we continue the tour? What did the film mean by Capture the Flag?" Nico tried to steer the topic away from godly parentage. Annabeth didn't look exact nice with her scar and her angry expression made it worse.
In the hybrid oak and cherry tree, a girl slumbered away in its core, growing ever so slowly. Her hair grew longer, embracing the body as eyes stayed tightly shut. The constant glow of power ruffled out in waves moving outward, encasing the whole of camp, keeping it safe. She was trying to contact Luke. She felt something wrong in the camp. She could sense it in the woods, the power gathering for a summoning. By who, she could not discern and she was blocked by an ancient being with an aftertaste of corruptness. She needed to warn Luke. He would protect the campers. She could only fight against outside forces; she couldn't fight against enemies from within. She was obliged to protect all demigods in her borders; she can't fight against the rules set by the daughters of Anake. There! By the beach, he was just returning back towards the borders. 'Luke!'
'Luke!' He turned around, searching for the voice before he realized he felt not vibrations in the air. His eyes widened as he realized it was Seia and mist-traveled directly to the protection tree. He kneeled down and clenched his necklace, its warmth spreading all throughout his body. 'Luke, something bad is in the woods. A monster, I am sure. Someone is summoning it and I can't protect it. The thief, the thief is still here. The thief is trying something, setting someone up. Watch out for the new camper, he is at the center of this quest. Please, my prince, please.'
'Seia, princess, it is okay. I understand. You always watch out for the camp and it must kill you to not be able to help with internal enemies. It is okay, I will handle it. When will the monster attack?'
'Tomorrow, after the game the attack will commence. Luke! I sensed the power of a titan near the summoning. That's the only way it would breach my protection. A being of power interfered. Please watch out. The lightning thief is here and is trying something. You must stop it.'
'Sure, I always do; anything to keep you safe. Did you find the fleece yet so you can return to the physical world?'
'Almost, by next summer my range will increase the whole of the Atlantic. I think it's in the Sea of Monsters but I am not sure of its exact coordinates. I will give it to you soon. Love you, Luke, my prince of the seas. I can't talk any longer, I have to rest.' Regret lingered in the air as the connection slowly dwindled.
'Love you too, Seia, princess of the skies and my heart.'
'Always a charmer, Luke…' A sense of mirth was in the telepathic voice before the telepathy ended.
Luke smiled bitterly as he stood up, caressing the trunk of the tree as he did so. In its branches was another bracelet, woven from Seia's tangible power and the magic of her tree. He plucked it from its hook and clasped it around his wrist. He always kept every single gift from Seia, no matter how many he had as bracelets and charms covered his forearms. He found a note on a leaf, stenciled carefully with fire.
{Luke~ this bracelet will give you protection in the skies. I spent months working on this so that any lightning blast or otherwise will be stopped in mid-air and reflected back at the caster. I already gave you many gifts to help with your powers. Now I give you some to help with protection against by father. Love~ Seia}
His eyes shined with unshed tears. Trust Seia to think about stopping her bastard of a father from killing him. He was the son of an elder god and a possible child of the prophecy. Her father has been trying to kill him already for the last 5 years with quests almost bi-weekly and at least monthly. He just got back from a quest last week. He knows he is going to have to go on one soon and for some reason he senses he won't be alone this time. He convinced Chiron to have every questing team with one experienced quester so casualties and failures will be kept at a minimum. That's the only reason why Annabeth completed the quest of receiving a golden apple from the garden at Mount Tam. She almost died on the quest from Ladon's posion. It was only luck Red was gifted with a special healing agent from Apollo because she was dating his son who would be devastated if she died on the quest. His eyes became downcast as he realized once again that no one really knew who Perseia Jackson was. Just that she was a demigod who sacrificed herself to save the Son of Poseidon and Daughter of Hermes. Just that she was a girl who now guards the borders of Camp Half-Blood and strengthening the camp's protections. They don't care that her father raped her mother. They don't care that her father never even knew she existed. They don't care that she was a legacy of Tethys. They don't care that she is stuck in limbo forever in the tree until he finds the Golden Fleece. They. Don't. Care. And he wonders why he never rebelled until he gazed back up at the shining colors of the hybrid tree, her tree, and remembers why. He stays for her, for the girl who believes in the gods when they don't deserve it. She is the girl who is the center and soul of his life and the love of his life who was always there for him because she loves him. And he loves her. He would do anything for her, and she for him. They balance each other out, she was calm and collected until she loses her cool, he was calm until something angers him and he channels it all into a calm rage. She was always content with life, urging him on in multiple cases while he never liked the way his life was back then. Now, she's gone, her spirit encased in a wooden vessel until he can save her. And he will, he will not give up. She is everything to him. Everything good in the world and all of the things he looked forward to. He remembered the first few weeks at camp, when he was so resentful of the gods for not saving her. He remembered the feeling of vengeance coursing through his body. He remembered when she contacted him telepathically and his reaction to having her back. She could only contact him, and his possessive nature was thrilled. She was all his, always. He smiled, mist-traveling away as he silently heard on the wings of the wind a few lyrics from one of her original songs, "My heart, my body, my mind, my soul, love of mine you will always own."
I'm probably never going to actually finish this story…
~Silver