Chapter 1's done! Thanks to those who viewed my story and I really wouldn't mind a review or two too. I haven't gotten around to getting a beta yet, so forgive me for any spelling errors or grammer mistakes. You could point it out in the reviews too. This chapter is mainly on Percy. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognise, especially the characters in the story. I just used names that came to me. I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus, Kane Chronicles, Jumong, Ranger's Apprentice, Beyonders, Dormia, Lord of the Rings, Kingdom Hearts, Avengers, Eragon and Google Translate(I used that to generate family names)

Summary: Almost everyone knew that the person sitting on the throne does not belong there. They did nothing, though. Everyone heard of the rebellion that has happened and failed. And everyone knew what happened to those that joined. Perhaps they knew not who was the leader and what happened to the person, but they knew enough to know that joining the second wave, led by a successor, is dangerous - you only join if it's the last option. This time, though, it was not just straightforward swords, spears, shields, arrows and democratics. This time, unseen, other forces were gathering too. A storm was imminent - and if the throne is not returned to its rightful owner, it would grow to become a hurricane no one would survive.

'Thoughts'
"Speech"

Chapter 1: Get Lucky

"Perseus, would you like to explain why you are late again?"

"I didn't mean to be. I just lost track of the time, I promise..."

"Don't promise me you won't be late next time. We both know you will be. Let's see, we're still at basics of different weapons and their histories."

"Why can't I learn how to fight now?"

"Because, to fight well, it is better to know the weapon you are working with well, and to so that, you need to know its history and how it works before you fight with it. There is also the fact that our weapon manufacturers are all decommissioned and it is illegal to own a forged weapon. So, we will stick to the history lessons and your endurance training until I can get you the weapons to fight with."

"Which weapon are we looking at today then?"

Ajax looked at the impatient person in front of him and sighed. "I heard that you are going out with your brothers and their companions to look for the Atlantis Trident."

"Yes, why?" Percy looked surprised.

"We'll start with that then. What do you know about it?"

"It is said to have belonged to Acidalia, Queen Regent before Atlantis fell as Adonis, the King, died earlier on. After Atlantis was conquered, the Trident disappeared. Some people say that only the true king of Atlantis will be able to recover it."

"Do you truly believe that?"

"Not really. It's just that, a legend."

"It is a legend, yes, but it existed. The truth is, it did not disappear. Acidalia hid it in a safe place for the next regent when Royaume invaded."

"Why?"

"She hid it for the same reason she sent her daughters away - "

"She had daughters?"

"Let me finish. The point is, she knew that Atlantis will be conquered sooner or later and the Trident was significant. If it breaks, the people's hopes will go as well. That could not be afforded. And, yes, she had daughters. Two, in fact."

"Why didn't anyone go and look for them?"

"People generally believed that they were killed when Royaume took over the household. Some thought that they were taken by the tribes from beyond the Wall the time they visited there before the fall of Atlantis and their parents simply did not notify people of their disappearance."

"How did you know about them, then?"

Closing his eyes, Ajax asked Percy, "Do I have your promise that nothing you heard here will reach your brothers' or your father's ears?"

"Of course."

"I was from one of the lesser noble families of Atlantis before. That was why they never found me. But I knew the elder daughter, I taught her how to defend herself in the short period of time before she left Atlantis for Olympus, the deserted wasteland west of your map of Déviation. It was razed to the ground."

Percy was raptured. "What happened to them?"

"No one knows. All I know was that they joined the rebellion against the Võitja family and were never heard from again. Back to the topic, the Trident was significant for a reason. No one talks about it anymore, but there used to be a belief that the Jacksons were originally tied to the gods who founded this land and could practice magic. The Trident was forged by the gods and given to the family as a symbol of their connection before the gates between their land and ours were sealed. It is also said that when the gates open again, the Trident would allow its wielder to control the oceans."

Percy was silent as he processed the information swamping him. Most of it was new and incredulous, like the "magical properties" of the Tridents, which would be just myths. However, the rebellion... he heard of it before, in the passing, but he never took it seriously. Why would anyone dare to oppose the ruling family of Royaume? They were just scary. He found himself asking, "What happened to the rebels?"

Ajax's face darkened. "They died in the fire that destroyed Olympus," he replied shortly.

Percy understood that as an indication not to ask more even though his curiosity peaked. He settled for asking if he could go instead.

Ajax turned back to his schedule and told him yes.

"Perseus, are you done yet? We need to leave!"

"Yes, I'm here!" Percy declared as he burst into Hercules' chambers, where Hercules, Triton's servant, Kira, Triton and Grover were waiting. He only had with him a water skin and a small pouch with a map and some medical supplies. "So, where are we looking for the trident at?"

"Weren't you listening yesterday? We're going to the Founder's Mountain in the Orthys mountain range where few people would risk going. That place is dangerous, misty and freezing. We're going because it is perfectly possible that the legendary trident was hidden there, where only the bravest of men would enter," Triton said, sounding annoyed.

Hercules led the group as he knew the place better than the others, having gone there once. As they trekked pass and between foggy mountains, Percy got distracted by a flash of light he saw in his peripheral vision. When he turned his head to look, there was nothing there, so he turned back to the path. However, the light lingered in his side view, vanishing whenever he turned his head. On top of that, he realised that the others did not appear to have this problem. Grover, who was ahead of him, laughed at him when he asked about that light. "Percy, get your head out of the clouds. There's no lights there or here or anywhere in this range because it is uninhibited by people, the only light there is is the one from the sun and the one from our torch later in the day when it gets darker."

The fifth time he turned his head to look at the light, he tripped over a root in the juncture and stumbled. He landed with an 'oof'. As he picked himself up and dusted himself off, he realised that they have moved on ahead. "Hey, Grover? Wait for me!" There was no answer. Slightly anxious, he hurried in the rough direction he thought they left in, taking the left path.

After a while, he had to admit that he was hopelessly lost. Not only was there the fact that he lost track of the path, there was nobody ahead of him and no one answering him when he called. The worst part was the fact that the place was mistier and dusk was falling, therefore, it was harder for him to navigate and see clearly. This caused him to stumble over all sorts of things.

As he attempted to retrace his path to the split where he lost them, he noticed the light again, except, this time, it was right ahead of him and did not disappear. Deciding to follow it since he was already lost, he trekked in that direction. He was greeted by some sounds of laughter, chatter and very bad singing as he arrived at the edge of a clearing of sorts. He pushed the branches aside and saw a campsite.

~ Earlier on ~

"Come on, cupcakes, let's get this camp set up! We're staying here tonight, where no pesky Royaume soldiers would poke around our goods." Gleeson Hedge hollered. He received an affirmative from his people in the trade envoy. As he returned to his caravan, he thought about the report he would have to give Hermes. In the previous trips, the ruins of Olympus were deserted, but this time, he noticed that there were signs of someone staying in some of the less burnt buildings. Whoever it was made sure to clean up after themselves and probably could have escaped the notice of the Royaume patrols, but he was better than them, after all, he grew up learning how to identify traces of life.

Deciding that staying in his caravan to brood was not going to change facts, he moved on to supervise the setting up of camp. Eventually, he decided on helping build the campfire. As the families on this envoy surrounded the campfire and had their dinner, he thought that this night was peaceful. Then, he noticed the unfamiliar boy standing at the edge of their clearing looking on. Without alerting the rest, he stood up and made his way towards the boy still staring at the campfire.

"Hey, what are you doing out here alone?" accompanied the hand clapping down on his shoulder. He almost jumped out of his skin at the contact.

Whirring around, he came face to face with a stout man about five foot tall. The man in question had beady eyes, a wispy goatee and was looking at him with some curiousity and concern.

Percy flushed a little when he realised that he had, indeed, been staring at the campfire with some longing for its warmth as it was frigid. Knowing that the stranger expected an answer, he replied rather honestly, "I got lost when I was separated from my step brothers accidentally. Haven't figured out how to get out of here yet."

He was rather surprised when the stranger offered for him to tag along the caravan as they made their way down the mountains. "You won't do anyone any good freezing up here alone."

Letting himself be led by the stranger to the campfire, he was handed a bowl of stew and told to enjoy it. The stranger had him introduce himself to the group of people. As he settled down and ate the food, he realised that he felt more at home among this group of strangers than he ever felt in the stifling court life even though he never met them before and couldn't even recall most of their names. After the dinner, Hedge, the stranger, offered him a bedroll and a spot in his caravan.

As he drifted off to sleep, he thought about how friendly these people seemed to be and how he could introduce his mother to them - she always seemed so alone in the palace.

~With Grover~

"Wait up, Hercules, Percy's gone!" Grover panted as he continued hiking after them.

"He probably chickened out and just went home," Triton dismissed. Hercules did not even bother to pause.

"If he went home, he would have told me, what if he accidentally took the wrong path and got lost?"

"Good riddance to him, then."

Grover gawked at the two of them. "But..."

"Just forget it, Grover," Kira advised him in a whisper. "If you keep this up, they'll leave you behind as well, and you can't find your way out of this place if you get lost. If Perseus truly was lost, there is no chance of finding him again. This place is worst than a labyrinth."

Grover quieted at that, fervently praying that Percy was fine and capable of getting home himself. He would go after him, except that Grover knew he couldn't possibly find Percy even if he tried and he was no use to anyone if he was lost up here. On top of that, Akira would probably be instructed to put a dagger in his back for "deserting" the group. He was a Kane after all, and anyone could tell you that the Phaeton family doesn't trust the Kanes.

When the quartet finally reached the cave near the summit of the mountain, it was near midnight. They only stopped once to have dinner before continuing on their way. Hercules lit the torch he was holding before entering the cave, the other three following closely behind. There was no natural light in the cave. At the cavern, there was a single beam of moonlight shining down on a small case with a scroll inside.

Excitably, Triton went on, removed the scroll from the casing and opened it. After studying its contents, he frowned. Hercules handed the torch to Kira, who accepted it quietly, before heading over to see what was on the scroll when he saw Triton's frown. Grover stood quietly with Kira.

After awhile, Hercules beckoned Grover and Kira over. There was a map of some place on the scroll, with a verse written on the side in an unfamilar language.

"Do you understand it?" Grover shook his head. Surprisingly, Kira could read the language. Impatiently, Triton ordered him to translate. The translated verse just served to confuse them even more.

"Maybe we could think a bit more clearly after some rest?" Grover offered rather timidly. He knew what Hercules could be like when a problem was unsolved, but he was tired from the hike and wanted to sleep. To his relief, Hercules agreed.

Given the task of keeping the first watch, Kira thought over the verse on the map. He knew that he heard it before, but he mentioned nothing about it.

"What breaks but never falls and falls but never breaks?

Look for the ash left in the forest flame's wake

Where all this coincides, unearth the keys in the glade,

The Gladiolus would point the way to the gate."