Percy found himself walking in the snow covered wilderness. He was confused, as he looked around seeing nothing but rocks, mountain peaks, and endless amounts of white snow. He had no idea where he was nor how he got there, deciding he had been in more confusing situations before he started to walk, to try to find civilization.

He had been walking for sometime, before he looked down at himself, he wasn't in any sort of Westeros clothing, no he was wearing an American Eagle jacket, a orange CHB t shirt, and his beaded necklace was once again around his neck. He smiled as he looked down and smiled at his blue jeans and converse tennis shoes. His hand slipped into his pocket and he felt Riptide, in pen form once again. He was once again Percy Jackson, no longer Perseus Stark.

He found a smile coming to his face before suddenly a hand shot up from the ground below him, grabbing his ankle and throwing him to the ground. Percy helped in fear as more hands shot up from the ground and wrapped around Percy. Terrified Percy screamed and struggled away from the hands, he rolled off to the side before jumping off. He grabbed Riptide out of his pocket and flicked the cap off, and watched Riptide extend outwards.

His sea green eyes widened in shock and horror as Skelton's started to rise from the ground, each of them in torn armor, and carrying swords. Before Percy could even concentrate on that the dead were rising in front of him, his eyes traveled behind the Skelton men, where thousands upon thousands of dead men stood, weapons drawn. In the front however was a man in seemingly clean leather, no not a man... a monster. Blue skin, bright blue eyes, horns coming out of his head forming like it were a crown, and a sword of ice in his hand. Beside him were four more just like him, except white hair blew off the tops of their heads.

"Winter is coming."

Percy looked around and backed up, he was clearly out numbered hundreds of thousands to one. He thought of running, he thought of standing his ground, he thought of fighting yet he didn't know what to do. However as he stared at the monster his eyes widened in shock and horror to see him holding a chain in his hand, and a blonde haired women on the other end. Percy's breath haltered as he saw the women was still alive. Her curly blonde hair blowing in the wind, yet she only had rags on her, her feet barefoot, Percy couldn't even believe that she hadn't frozen to death. His eyes widened even further when she looked up, and stormy grey eyes shined towards his sea green.

"Annabeth," he breathed out. Anger sparked in Percy as he took a step forwards clutching Riptide, before rushing forwards. He stormed past the Skelton men, slicing through them with ease before rushing forwards to monster. Then just as they all were in front of Percy, they disappeared in a gust of snow suddenly appearing in front of him. The winds blew Percy down onto the ground and his vision was blinded.

Percy gasped as he shot up from his bed, he looked around and realized he was still in his cell, chained, and a prisoner. He fell back down on his bed his mind going wild, when he suddenly remembered what he had been told all those years ago by the gods. He was to defeat the White Walkers... but how in the hell did they have Annabeth? How was she there, and how was she not a white walker as well?

That is why they sent him here, not to have a new life free of the trials and pains of being a demigod, no it was because only a demigod could save this other world from the monsters beyond the wall and only a demigod could save Westeros from Night King, the white walkers, and the army of the dead. All the stories he had heard from his father while growing up, they were true every single one.

Closing his eyes, he tried to concentrate on his last discussion with the gods of Olympus, but all he got were hazy fragments. That had been eighteen years ago and Percy had a lot of events that have covered up those memories. Sighing he closed his eyes and tried to remember all he could from that night.

"You will be given a new life."

"To save the world from the White Walkers and the army of the dead."

"Then you will get to decide who sits on the Iron Throne."

Percy opened his eyes and shook his head in frustration. He was stuck in a cell in the middle of war, he had no power to do any of those things, and maybe the gods will have to send another demigod to save the world, because Percy didn't even know how to get started. Hell Percy might not even live to see Winter, which his father promised was coming, and Percy assumed many more in this war wouldn't see it either. Maybe if he could get out of this cell he could try to end this war, they would need every man alive to fight that army he just saw. Hell maybe he was going crazy in his cell with all the thoughts flowing through his mind.

Percy's cell door opened however he didn't even bother to look over to who it was, he knew who what it was. Tyrion Lannister, the imp, had visited him twice a week for the past few months giving him updates on common life. He learned about Sansa's horrible life, the war to the North and the War to the sea as well. The war of the Five Kings had dwindled down to four, and the King of the Iron Islands was really a non factor to the crown, just to Robb as they took over un guarded Home lands of those who left to fight his war. He had come to see Tyrion as a friend, as they talked together, joked together, and even felt sympathy for each others lives. With Tyrion being hated by his family his whole life, and Percy rotting in a cell mourning the doom that was bound to happen to his family.

"Come to tell me how Robb has bested your father yet again?" Percy asked looking over towards the door, only for Percy to see Tyrion standing next to his sister Cersei. Percy suddenly jumped up from his bed and glared at the queen.

"Now, now Perseus no need for violence," Tyrion stated stepping between Percy and his sister, "We've come to offer you a deal."

"What deal?" Percy asked raising his eyebrow, "The same deal you gave my father?"

"No," Tyrion stated, "This deal will give you your freedom outside of the cell, you'll be able to live in Kings Landing and will be under my protection with my Shire and my dear friend Bronn who will make sure you aren't alone if someone pays their troops to try to kill you."

"Oh just spit it out what do you what," Percy growled.

"Stannis Baratheon is coming to Kings Landing, we don't have enough troops to defend the city with most of them going to fight your brother in the North. We've come to ask you for help," Cersei stated venomously. Percy raised an eyebrow at Queen regent in confusion.

"And why should that concern me?" Percy asked.

"He's coming from the Blackwater Perseus," Tyrion informed him, "You have great control over water, and could turn the battle in our favor if you help."

Percy stared at the two Lannister's shocked, anger boiling through his body. The audacity of them to ask him to fight against the people that would help bring peace to the realm. How could they expect him to fight with them as he had spent nine months rotting away in a cell wondering if he was going to die in it.

"No," Percy snarled out, "I will not."

"Don't do it for us Perseus," Tyrion exclaimed, "Do it for the innocent people of Kings Landing, and do it for your sister, please do not make a rash choice... I will speak to you soon and hopefully you'll change your mind."

Percy didn't respond, instead he turned away from the two Lannister's and stared blankly at his cell wall. He flinched slightly when his cell door slammed shut, but his mind was elsewhere. His father had died because he supported Stannis's claim to the throne, how could Percy his fathers son, fight against that man. He knew he would be freed from his cell, but there was no telling what would happen to his sister, nor would he be able to sleep at night knowing he could of saved innocent lives, but instead he sat in his cell and did nothing. All Percy knew was the next time Tyrion visited him it would be on desperate terms, and Percy could use that to his advantage, if he decided he wanted to help the dwarf.

Hope you liked the chapter, don't worry Percy will be entering the Game of Thrones very soon. We could see OP Percy using his powers soon if he decides the help but the question is, will he?