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Chapter 1: P&D-Pirates and Dragons (Part I)
THALIA
'We're actually in Hong Kong. Why do we need to go to China?! I'm not complaining-I love Chinese food!' Percy asked. Thalia rolled her eyes.
'In case you haven't noticed, this is the place where the aura is stronger than the rest of the places in the world.' Isa said. They were wearing civilian clothing, as it would be a lot less eye-catching than armour. Isa was scrubbing her ring as they made way to the docks, the sea-green polygons glistening in the sunlight. They made their way towards the shoreline, and saw a jet ski skirting past the big ships. It was going at stunning speeds.
'People of Hong Kong really know their game, huh?' Percy smirked. 'The brand-new Manta-3000. It can get up to a staggering 103 miles per hour. Oh, I'm so gonna get myself one of those.'
'How did you know so much about jet skis, Percy?' Thalia asked, curious. 'You often do not show much intellect, you know.'
'I'll get you for that, Thalia. Well, my dad always sends me his own copy of "Top Fish", written by Delphin. He writes very detailed analysis on any water vehicles, and let me tell you, they are hilarious. It stayed on top of the charts for five hundred years straight.' Percy explained.
'Yeah, dad sends me a copy of those every week too by vapor teleportation.' Isa laughed. 'You remember book one thousand and five hundred million?'
'Yeah.' Percy snickered. '"The insufferable Wave 89-14K can make the calmest person in the world go insane. Hades, even Hades will go insane if he took just a short trip in the ghastly thing."' The two siblings started chortling with laughter.
'What about book five hundred and forty three million, fifty thousand and seventeen?' Percy said. 'The utterly idiotic-'
'Err… guys? The quest?' Thalia asked, pointing out the fact that they have a mission. Their expressions are priceless.
An awkward silence fell between the children of Poseidon as they looked into space, their expression blank, trying hard to form words. Thalia mentally patting herself in the back, her smug smile really beaming now.
'Right...' Isa said finally, blushing furiously, obviously embarrassed that she had indeed forgot about the whole quest thing. Thalia face-palmed and muttered, 'Wonder if stupidity runs through Poseidon's bloodline?'
Percy shot her a glare and Thalia closed her mouth, but not before flashing Percy her evil eye. Percy gulped.
'Now guys, this is a quite dangerous quest.' Isa said.
Naturally. Thalia thought.
'The destination of the boat is where we need to go, and unlock the first blood seal. This one has a very powerful Deathless guarding it- a daughter of Ares. She is very troublesome, armed with a sleek sword. And some fire powers inherited from her bloodline. Chaos is very evil-he knew that I will attempt to stop him, and he recruited many of Ausar's and my sworn enemies- many of which we have long since left behind or forgotten. This time, we'll be facing my arch-nemesis- Ching Shih, the Queen of the Pacific Ocean.'
'Wait, what blood seal?' Percy asked.
'Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, in order to unlock the main seal, we need to unlock 7 blood seals. Removing blood seals drain the life away from mortals, even demigods. Luckily, I am powerful enough not to die, just depleted of energy, as I am a Deathless. This is why I am the one who will unlock them. In this case, please take care of me until I regain composure.' Isa said.
She turned to Thalia. 'Thalia, I need you to shoo the mortals away from the place. It'll get hot almost instantly. Use any means necessary.'
'Okay.' Thalia muttered.
Once they approached an ancient-looking harbor, a Chinese man approached them.
'有咩可以幫到你?(How may I be of assistance?)' The man asked.
'Splendid! I need a seat for three to the restaurant.' Isa said in fluent Cantonese.
'That will be arranged. The ship will be arriving at five minutes. Please wait.' The man told Isa, and gestured to a row of seats. Isa translated and all of them sat down onto the plastic chairs, the floor lifting and dropping with the currents of the sea.
'Something's not right. The currents are too strong. And dad's not actually angry at the moment. Do you feel it, sis?' Percy said.
Isa's expression turned stoic. Her eyes shifted uncomfortably, darting left and right for a second. She took a deep breath.
'It seems that there is something ancient and powerful down there.' Isa said finally. 'But we'll worry about it later. I think the monster that we're feeling is not the one I have in mind, and I'm hoping that it isn't. Let's settle our minds for the fight in front if us first.'
The raft arrived and they arrived at a floating restaurant. It was designed like one of the buildings in the Forbidden City in Beijing, only floating on top of water. We alighted timidly and went in the restaurant. And Thalia's got to admit, this is what demigods call the exact opposite of Hades' realm.
Inside the restaurant, it was decorated with gold everywhere. A big chandelier hung about in the center. They climbed up the stairs, passing by a big painting, and arrived at the dining hall.
The hall was bustling with activity. Chinese and Western people alike were chatting happily as they munched into their food. Windows were set in two sides of the restaurant. But what caught Thalia's eye was the object which was set opposite to the doorway.
A throne used in the old days was set. It was made using pure gold, with dragon designs crafted all over it. But, unknown to most mortals, it was also humming with a secret power. She couldn't put her finger on it, but it seems like the throne was emitting power around it.
Isa walked straight towards the throne, her body glowing blue entirely as she teleported her armour straight to her body. The customers were completely oblivious to the change of outfit, and Thalia muttered a thanks to Buddha (Since she cannot say thanks to any of the Olympians because Zeus will know instantly where they are) that the Mist was still up and running.
Suddenly, two arrows flew towards Isa with astonishing speed that would make Artemis jealous. Thalia cannot even yell 'watch out!' when Isa caught the arrows with one hand and snapped them in two. 'Show yourself, Ching.'
'What a pleasant surprise.' A cold deep voice chuckled from inside of the throne. 'The Lady Isa herself.'
'Enough with the nonsense, Ching. Let us unlock the seal.'
'I'm afraid not, old friend.' The middle of golden throne glowed an intensive red before melting before them, and a feminine figure covered with bronze pieces and dust walked out of the hole. The bronze started dropping off her body. 'The unlocking of the seal will ruin my restaurant. And plus, I was under strict orders not to do so.' Ching shook the bronze from her armour, and unsheathed her sleek sword. 'So the answer's no, Isa.'
'Chaos is rising. Your restaurant will be destroyed nevertheless.' Isa stated, her fists clenching and unclenching nervously. 'Join us instead. We can save your restaurant AND the world.'
'You don't get it. I am under the orders of Chaos. He said if I helped him, he will not destroy my forces. Although my forces are more than capable to deal with his forces, I am less than a little ant to him. If he challenges me to a duel to the death, I am, in modern English, screwed.' Ching shook her head.
'Then I will need to neutralize you.' Isa snarled, her hands on her blade handle.
'Throughout my pirate times, I have treated you like my sister. But you abandoned us for the miserable hunters of Artemis. It is finally the time to see whose skill is more superior, Isaline.'
'Excuse me? Sister? Are you really fucking serious? As far as I can remember, you and your husband treated me like a slave. Every day, you whipped me until my skin broke for no reason. You gave me no food when I did not achieve your "high expectations". You are the one who gave me this!' Isa growled in fury, pointing to the scar on her face.
Isa teleported her helmet on, and she stood in a relaxed offensive position, preparing for the first strike. 'Your husband and you are the reason why I have joined the hunters of Artemis, and I haven't regretted the choice once. I'm glad your husband's dead. You will join him today!'
'You will pay, Isaline Federica Barbosa! You will pay for the deaths of my men, you will pay for the death of my husband, and you will pay for what you've done to me!' Ching yelled, pointing her sword towards Isa. 'Guards! Dispatch of the other two. I got Isaline.' Ching advanced towards Isa, her blade lashing out, and Isa instantly responded, blocking with a flurry of strikes. Waves of fire and water flew everywhere. The two was instantly immersed into furious strikes and blows.
Chefs came pouring out of the kitchen, each brandishing weapons from butcher knives to spears. Percy instantly sprang into battle positions, Riptide out and ready, gleaming in the presence of two of the most powerful Deathlesses in the world. Thalia instantly got to work, blasting lighting three inches from the customers, shooing them towards the ships. The mortals screamed and scrambled from the ship. Percy barraged into the chefs, Riptide slicing through the torsos of monsters, golden dust flying everywhere. He was a whirlwind, hacking Riptide into every chef that got into his way. Thalia managed to shoo everyone out, and joined the fray. Soon, everyone was in the fight for their lives.
PERCY
Percy will finally admit that he is indeed a little scared. These chefs were not the typical monsters he had faced in the two wars, as judging upon their skills, the chefs had had supreme training. Even the best swordsman in camp was having trouble holding on to twenty of of their blows they sent to Percy were deadly accurate and powerful, their chemistry between each other perfect.
Percy ducked and sliced one's knee cap open before slamming his sword into its gut. Just as Percy was mentally celebrating his mini-victory, he was pushed over by one of the bulkier chefs. Sensing danger all around him, Percy quickly rolled away to dodge the incoming strikes, the spears and knives slamming into the spot where he laid three seconds ago. Percy flipped himself over and leaped back, buying some time for him to get ready again.
They bunch up too much. Percy thought. Pathetic. No honor for the Aegis Forms.
With a defiant roar, he threw himself into the fray. He whacked swords aside, bashing his shield against the weapons of the angry chefs, made his eyes glow to try to intimidate the chefs. But the chefs were surprisingly careful. They forced him back, and he could barely defend himself. He did get one lucky jab in, sending a single monster to his knees, holding his stomach and coughing blood. The others closed in slowly, weapons raised. Percy did the natural thing.
Percy fell still and closed his eyes, his sword never losing composure. And at that, Percy's mindset entered auto-pilot.
Fighting with instincts is actually the best way you fight, if he recalled correctly in the camp' straining sessions. Always trust your instincts over your brain.
That unexpected move seemed to make the chefs wary, for they drew back slightly. The chefs started to close on him slowly after a few seconds.
Wait for it...Percy's mind spoke.
The chefs raised their weapons, getting into the formation in his mind.
Wait for it... Percy's mind spoke again, and Percy did not have the intellect to realize that the voice in his head wasn't exactly his for the time being.
The chefs charged with full speed.
Now.The voice commanded.
Percy's arms moved, raising the sword as if by their own volition. In camp, he'd trained his body to follow the instincts of a soldier, performing practice attacks, jabs, and stances until they were second nature. He was always familiar with fighting by instinct, especially when fighting against immortals like Kronos and Gaea or taking on an entire army.
He just had no idea where these particular instincts came from.
He snapped his eyes open and spun in a complex sword kata, feet shifting quietly on the red carpet. He moved so gracefully, he seemed to dance with the chefs. While shifting and turning around, his blade struck nineteen times in rapid succession, each blow precise, and each step exact. When he stopped, he held Riptide before him in a calm, two-handed grip.
He took a deep breath, as if coming awake after a long sleep, then turned—absently noting his shield, which he'd dropped sometime during the process.
What had that been? The rhythm of the attacks seemed so familiar. The nineteen strikes had come as if this particular fight—with each chef in its place—was something he'd practiced time and time again. What was that? He wondered. Did I-
Thalia. His mind reminded him.
'Oh no.' Percy gasped, and raced towards her aid. A huge whirlwind of electricity flowed around her, as she blasted a chef in the face. Percy jumped into the battle, and stabbed a chef in the throat, killing him instantly.
'About time you got here, cuz.' Thalia grumbled. 'I was about to be overwhelmed.'
'Now that I'm here, would you mind being back-to back with me?' Percy grunted, as he swatted away a flying dagger aimed at his head.
'No.' Thalia jumped towards Percy and slapped her back against his. 'Just like old times, eh?'
The chefs backtracked a bit, and hesitated. A single big-three demigod was not an easy opponent, let alone two.
'Yeah.' Percy replied, holding Riptide in a 'defend' posture, his eyes narrowing. 'Team kick-ass is on the roll again.'
They tensed as the chefs, once again, charged towards the two lone demigods.
ISA [And yes, she has one. SURPRISE!(duh)]
Ching and Isa traded blows, both ladies aiming to kill. Isa faked an opening for Ching at her stomach by stabbing Ching in the gut. Chinggrinned and evaded the blow and made a move to stab the daughter of Poseidon. Isa twirled out to the right and became shoulder-to-shoulder with Ching. Isa back-kicked Ching in the head, and Ching fell off the stairs. Leaping down the three steps and aiming Moulbage towards the female pirate's head, Isa thought she finally had her. Ching growled and rolled out of the way, and Moulbage slammed into the ground to the hilt. Ching made use of this moment of distraction to kick Isa in the kneecap, thus making Isa fall backwards. Isa slammed her hands in the ground and flipped herself over, but not quick enough to keep Ching from slamming her open palm into Isa's right wrist, disarming the wife of Ausar instantly. Isa groaned and saw the flipped image of Ching coming at her, her sword raised.
Isa flipped herself over on her stomach and rolled out of the line of charge. Isa used the momentum of the roll to get up as Ching changed direction and charged her again. Isa stepped forward, and when Ching started to swing, Isa slapped her sword hand away, and followed up by a roundhouse kick to the head. Ching let the kick impact her head, but not before jumping up and hooking Isa and slamming her to the ground. Isa groaned and tried to get back up. Isa was forcefully flipped over, so that she was facing the roof. The first thing she saw was an arrowhead.
'Give up, Isaline.' Ching smirked, as she aimed her crossbow at Isa's faceplate. 'You are no match for me.'
'We'll see.' Isa muttered, and flopped up and gave Ching's gun arm a good kick in the elbow. The shot went wide as Ching cursed, screaming for her numb arm. Ching instantly lunged at Isa, and they were immediately engaged in a fist fight.
Isa and Ching exchanged blows, strike after strike, block after block, neither of the most experienced females in the history giving an inch. Isa relied on versatility- her grace in her moments and her reflexes served her well, and yet, there is no lack of power in her blows. Cheng, on the other hand, relied on heavy strikes- each punch deals a great ton of damage- perhaps even lethal to inexperienced targets. But yet, her movements are as fast as ever.
'You are getting better, Isa.' Ching smirked, and backed off a bit.
'But I will always be superior to you.' Ching opened her palms, and charged a mid-large ball of red energy. Ching closed her hands on the ball, and unleashed a hailstorm of fire tendrils straight at Isaline.
Isa narrowed her eyes and raised her hands, conjuring up water from the nearby sea, and seawater began rushing into the restaurant. Isa's hands flicked once and a water shield came up, the tendrils of fire dissolving into mist. Isa then flicked her hands once more, and the shield turned into ice, and shattered into many little sharp pieces. Isa held her hands above her head, and The sharp pieces floated above Isa, pointing at Ching from above.
'You have no idea what you are dealing with, Isa.' Ching smirked, her body glowing with a mad red aura. 'I have improved myself over the years since you left.' Ching roared, and above her open palms were two flaming red fireballs. 'You're gonna pay, Isa.'
Isa shot the ice shards at Cheng, but the heat of the flames was hot enough to evaporate them all as Ching blasted a huge wave of fire towards the said shards. Isa was shocked hadn't she super-freezed the shards already? But she got no time to think about it, as this time, Ching aimed the huge blast of fire towards her.
Isa used one hand to make a fire shield with concentrated water molecules in front of her to control the fire, while she drew a large amount of water from the ocean to prepare for her real strike against this monstrous fire attack.
'Are you actually that weak, Isaline. I was wrong with my words- you need to pay, very dearly, my love.' Ching chuckled. 'Very dearly indeed.' Ching narrowed her eyes and increased the intensity of the attack.
'Come on...' Isa muttered, calling on more water molecules to defend herself. 'Do your worst.'
Suddenly, the wave of fire disappeared. Isa knew what was coming, and gathered the water she'd called on before to defend at this very moment, probably even turning the tide.
Ching roared, and soon enough, a red-hot fireball was coming at her at full speed. 'Do not underestimate the fireball, Isa.' Isa reminded herself. 'The ball's heat and intensity about the half of the sun's outer layer.'
Isa closed her eyes, and focused on the water by her feet. Isa decreased the water's temperature to an extent which she shook from the effort, but keeping the liquid form of water. Then, Isa raised her hands, and the water she's gathered before bent to her will. A very icy cold blast of water met Cheng's fireball. Mist appeared between the two elements, and the water Isa froze turned into a very hot sixty degrees. But Ching's fireball had disappeared. 'That's all you got?' Ching growled.
Isa smirked when she held up her hands, and the water she had commanded to sneak up mimicked her movements, grabbing the pirate's legs. Isa threw her into a round table.
'Enough of this! I shall end you right now!' Ching roared, and flew towards Isa, her fists flaming. Isa narrowed her eyes as she prepared to strike, standing at a defensive stance. It was obvious that the fight will settle with the most basic thing in terms of combat- a fistfight.
Isa ducked right to the dual downwards flaming hammer blow that Ching was sending. Isa instantly used this moment of hesitation, punching a straight towards her jawline. Cheng's head snapped backwards, and stumbled a bit, her fire on her hands put out. Isa continued with her blows, overwhelming the queen of pirates. Isa mentally face-palmed as she accidentally threw a way overpowered right punch at Cheng, and instantly, Isa knew she made a mistake. Ching was a very experienced fighter-if you make one mistake, she would take the most if it. Ching kicked Isa's left side of her body, breaking the chain of strikes that Isa unleashed at her. Isa was surprised at the recovering rate of the queen if pirates, having received yet another hard punch to the abdomen, making quite a noticeable dent on her armour. Ching followed up with a sharp kick to her head, sending Isa towards the throne. Isa was shocked at her power- she was still dizzy from the hard kick.
'You can never beat me, Isaline.' Ching rasped slightly, reaching for her dagger in her boots. 'You are no match for me.' Ching charged, and her dagger came towards Isa when she was still reeling. 'You're dead.'
Although Isa's head was still spinning and her mind telling her that she needed to hurl badly, with over 5 centuries being a master thief and much experience in life-and-death situations, Isa paid no attention to her mind. Instead, Isa grabbed Cheng's blade arm and whacked Cheng's grip with her other open palm, following up to a mistakenly well-aimed kick to Cheng's chin. This time, Ching was sent reeling as Isa steadied herself.
Isa seized that moment of inconvenience and momentum and conjured up a trident out of thin air by focusing water vapour and making it hard as steel. Isa stabbed at her nemesis' helm. Ching screamed and slumped, falling to the ground, her entire body limp. Blood flowed onto the ground from where Isa stabbed her. Isa took a deep breath and removed her helm, and hurled onto the ground.
'Ew. Gross, sis.' Percy grimaced, as he pulled Riptide out of the last chef's body. 'That is so uncool.'
'Hey, although we are children of Poseidon doesn't mean we do not have motion sickness.' Isa retorted. Isa put her helm back on and stood at the throne.
'Now the blood seal should be right around…here.' Isa said, and ripped apart the armrest of the throne, and inside the armrest was a ancient-looking stone block. There is a symbol of a phoenix in the front, with a hole underneath.
'Well, here goes nothing.' Isa muttered. Reaching in, Isa said a silent prayer to Poseidon as she braced for the worst.
Isa screamed as an excoriating pain went through her spine. Every part of her ribs was stabbed with a virtual knife, buried to the bone. Isa's body glowed red for a second and shook, before flumping to the ground. The throne glowed with an ethereal blue light. Thalia and Percy rushed over to her, worry evident in their eyes.
'Are you okay, sis?' Percy asked, cradling Isa's head in his arms.
'Yes.' Isa said meekly. 'I'm fine. The blood seal requires a large part of your soul. Heck, if this wasn't toned down already, I would've needed to wait for rebirth. Please, give me some ambrosia.'
'The original ones were that bad?' Thalia asked, taking over Percy's arms in cradling her head, while fumbling her backpack for some ambrosia. Thalia found one a few seconds later and gave Isa a piece. Percy walked off into the distance.
'Yes.' Isa said, popping the whole piece into her mouth. It tastes of the pie she made for Siris. Oh how much she wanted to see her husband again. 'It requires your entire soul, and even damaging your mind a bit.' Isa stood up, feeling fully refreshed again. Isa conjured up a flask of nectar and chucked it down.
'Hey guys?' Percy asked, standing by the damaged walls. His voice quivered a little.
'What's up, Perse?' Thalia asked.
Percy didn't say anything. Instead, he conjured up a wall made of water the instant an icy blast came towards him. The water turned into ice and shattered when Percy flung his hands wide open.
'What's happening?' Thalia asked, helping Isa up, spear and Aegis by her hand already.
'That.' Percy muttered, before yelling out towards to two girls. 'BRACE FOR IMPACT!'
Isa pulled Thalia down as she covered her head with her hands. Suddenly, the root of the whole restaurant was ripped apart, and Isa saw what was causing all the trouble.
'Bollocks ... Not it again.' Isa muttered.
PERCY
Okay. Seriously. Who would have thought there are dragons, drakons, and CHINESE dragons. It was actually three very different types of monster.
Drakons tend to stay on land, their movements slow, breathing fire, and big as heck. Dragons, are similar, just with wings to fly, but smaller and more tamed.
Chinese dragons, however, as Percy saw right now, was a complete different category altogether. It was massive, like 5 drakons combined, and only can it breathe fire, it can also shoot blasts in their own element, in this case, ice. It has no wings, but it can also fly into the air, like a snake in the air. To make matters worse, it seems to be extremely territorial.
Percy was startled when the dragon first faced him, it's talons out, it's mouth glowing with powerful energy. Ice shards began emerging from the dragon's back, and Percy knew it was going to eat him.
Right now, it had ripped apart the roof of the restaurant and was staring at them, hungrily. Percy frowned as the ocean was now freezed into ice, meaning that the temperature was so cold what it can even freeze salt water.
'Bloody hell.' Thalia muttered, her hands charging with electricity. 'We cannot use our weapons in this, can we?'
'If you got a sliver sword, then yes. If you don't, do not bother.' Isa growled, forming yet another fire shield as a fire blast hit them. 'Hey bro, you familiar with vapour platforms?'
'Just learned it last week, but I'd manage.' Percy shrugged.
Last week, Percy tried to do some aeroplane stunts he saw on TV with Blackjack, but he fell off when he was doing a loop. Percy braced for impact when he found out he was not falling. That's when he started doing this. It was surprisingly easy and low-power consuming. He had climbed all the way to Mount Olympus by walking outside of the Empire State Building just a week ago. Once he reached the gates he bumped into a very surprised Artemis as she was getting onto her chariot, and he got to fled by running on the platforms away from Olympus because he 'polluted her armour with male stench'. Of course, Artemis caught up to him and although Percy let out a strong resistance, Artemis was far superior than him, and she beat him up really badly. Afterwards Percy had to request Hestia for assistance, who was right next to the scene, for assistance when Artemis threatened with some of her many castration sickles. He shuddered.
'Good.' Isa nodded, and pulled out four jars of Greek fire rigged with C4s from her backpack. 'Here, throw the jars into his mouth. Thalia and I will keep him distracted.' Isa stated, handing Percy the detonator.
'The one that's shooting fire and ice at us?' Percy squeaked.
'Yes.' Isa rolled her eyes. 'Its insides are not as invulnerable as its outside, you know.'
'How do I get its mouth open?' Percy asked. 'It's not like it will stand still and open his mouth for us.'
'You need to get it open by whatever means necessary, Percy.' Isa said. 'I don't care how. You should get going now.' Isa yelled as she blocked a strike the dragon unleashed with its talons with a water vapour wall.
Percy's eyes narrowed as he concentrated on his pathway towards his destination. Percy ran at full speed, straight towards the dragon. The dragon trained its beady eyes on Percy, its eyes unrelenting. Percy got a dreaded feeling in his gut as the dragon's eyes glowed with over one billion years' worth of power, its teeth still red with blood from its last kill. The dragon swirled around once and lunged at the lone demigod.
Annnnnnnnnnddddddd... This chapie's finished! Yes!
Before you ask why I know Chinese, or more correctly, Cantonese, check my profile. I'm a 'Hongkonger', or whatever you call us. Don't even try to put the Chinese in Google translate, because Google doesn't know Cantonese slang. I tried, it came out as: 'Youmie can help you?' It was hilarious. Just trust my definition, people. You can trust little ole me a little. I will not deceive you.
My grammar sucks, I know that. I only got 78 marks last English exam, for your information. I suck so much.
I welcome comments. Harsh ones also, but please be constructive. I'll try to improvise. I really hope that you enjoyed this chapter.
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