Hey everyone Krysthl-a and I'm back with the Fourth installment of Percy Jackson: Heir of the Gates

Whooohoo! Two Chapters Posted In Two Days. I Really hope you enjoy this chapter. I am revealing the first two disciples this chapter. This is in honor of The Sword of Summer by Rick Riordan that just recently came out. I can't wait to read it.

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Key:

"Regular talking"

"Lucius Fragment"

"Thoughts"

"Voice inside of head"

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Chapter 4: An Heir, Two Knights, A Bull and Dogs

The fragment of Lucius stared at the two people in front of him, they could see him but they couldn't see eachother this might help due to the fact that he had used most of his power to pull their spirits from their dying bodies into this realm through the gates. The two of them would make good disciples for…his heir? Was Perseus his heir, he was a fragment of Lucius so essentially he was Lucius just a part of him, that was the reason he addressed himself to Perseus as a god.

"Since you died in your reality I'm going to have to send you into a new body within this one." He said turning his attention to the two in front of him.

"No offence big guy, but why the hell did you bring me here, I'm an Assassin not some sort of knight." The one who replied first was the young woman in front of him; she had short blonde hair with two long bangs that frame the sides of her head and golden eyes. She was wearing a revealing outfit with a black tube top, pants, boots and a scarf around her neck. This was Leone.

The other person there was a young man with Auburn hair and Golden-brown colored eyes. He was wearing a blue and white long sleeve baseball jersey T-Shirt and torn blue jeans. This was Shirou Emiya "Why would you want me?"

"I chose you because you stuck to who you were until the end, despite the odds laid out before you." He stretched out his hand towards them. "Will you accept the deal and become my heir's disciple?"

"Alright I'll take the deal." Leone said with a shrug and rested her hand on the fragment's spindly purple claw; before she disappeared in a flash of light, the gate sending her into the past.

"First of all who are you?" Shirou said steadily his eyes narrowed. "The Age of Gods ended a long time ago so I know you're not a god and the only ones alive are Alaya and Gaia and you're neither of them. So who are you?"

"I wasn't lying when I said I was a god," The fragment explained calmly. "I am only the fragment of my creator."

"Who?"

"I am the only fragment of Lucius the God of the Gate, The Supreme God, The Right Hand of the Heavenly Emperor Karna Masta, the one who orchestrated the deaths of the gods so humanity could grow unhindered."

"What's the catch? Deals like this always have some sort of fallout for the human in it."

"You get sent back into a younger body and you'll regain your memories around the time you hit eleven years old, and you help out a kid who is the heir to a god, other than that I have no clue what will happen."

"You aren't going to make me cull the human race as collateral."

"No, I'm not." The fragment said shaking its head.

Shirou stared at the fragment for a moment seeming to mull it over. "On one hand I'm reborn and can help people, on the other hand I have to help a kid who's the heir of a god and I'm sent into the body of a kid." His mind flashed to his sister Illya and her being used by Kirei to summon the Greater Grail. "I won't let something like that happen to anyone else." He thought resolutely. "I accept your proposition." He said grabbing hold of the fragment's claw; he then quickly dispersed into a burst of light.

"You'll meet your first disciples soon Perseus." The fragment thought before he began sleeping to conserve power. He had used up too much bringing the first two disciples into this reality and needed to recover if he was going to bring the other disciples here.

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They tore through the night along country roads. Wind slammed against the Camaro. Rain lashed the windshield. Percy didn't know how his Mom could see anything, she kept her foot on the gas.

Every time there was a flash of lightning, He looked at Grover sitting next to him in the backseat. "Am I going insane or is Grover wearing some sort of shag-carpet pants." Percy wondered. "Where do I remember this smell from?" then it hit him when he remembered one of his many Kindergarten field trips to the petting zoo – Lanolin. The smell of a wet barnyard animal.

"So, you and my Mom…know each other?" Was all Percy could think to say at the moment.

Grover's eyes flitted to the rear-view mirror, though there were no cars behind them. "Not exactly," he said. "I mean, we've never met in person. But she knew I was watching you."

"Watching me?"

"Keeping tabs on you. Making sure you were okay. But I wasn't faking being your friend," He added hastily. "I am your friend."

"It doesn't matter? From the waist down, my best friend is a donkey–"

Grover let out a sharp, throaty "Blaa-ha-ha!"

Percy had heard him make that sound before but he'd always assumed it was a nervous laugh. Now he realized it was more of an irritated bleat.

"Goat!" He cried.

"What?"

"I'm a goat from the waist down."

"You just said it didn't matter!"

"Blaa-ha-ha! There are satyrs who would trample you underhoof for such an insult!"

"Whoa. Wait. Satyrs. You mean like…Mr. Brunner's myths?"

"Were those old ladies at the fruit stand a myth, Percy? Was Mrs. Dodds a myth?"

"So you admit there was a Mrs. Dodds!"

"Of course."

"Then why–"

"The less you knew, the fewer monsters you'd attract," Grover said, like it should be perfectly obvious. "We put Mist over the humans' eyes. We hoped you'd think the Kindly One was a hallucination. But it was no good. You started to realize who you are."

"Who I – wait a minute, what do you mean?"

The weird bellowing noise rose up again somewhere behind them, closer than before. Whatever was chasing them was still on their trail.

"Percy," His Mom said, "There's too much to explain and not enough time. We have to get you to safety."

Percy's instincts started to scream at this point. "Safety from what? Who's after me?"

"Oh, nobody much," Grover said, obviously still miffed about the donkey comment. "Just the Lord of the Dead and a few of his blood-thirstiest minions."

"Grover!"

"Sorry, Mrs. Jackson. Could you drive faster, please?"

Percy tried to wrap his mind around what was happening, but he was drawing a blank. He knew this wasn't a dream, because he had summoned both Vargas and Xenon and the feeling that had come whenever he summoned them, had been one of the most real things in the world to him. His Mom made a hard left. They swerved onto a narrower road, racing past darkened farmhouses and wooded hills and PICK YOUR OWN STRAWBERRIES signs on white picket fences.

"Where are we going?" He asked.

"The summer camp I told you about." His Mom's voice was tight; she was trying for his sake not to be scared. "The place your father wanted to send you."

"The place you didn't want me to go."

"Please, dear," His Mom begged. "This is hard enough. Try to understand. You're in danger."

"Because some old ladies cut yarn."

"Those weren't old ladies," Grover said. "Those were the Fates. Do you know what it means—the fact they appeared in front of you?"

"They only do that when you're about to ... when someone's about to die."

"Whoa. You said 'you.'"

"No I didn't. I said 'someone.'"

"You meant 'you.' As in me. "

"I meant you, like 'someone.' Not you, you. "

"Boys!" His Mom shouted.

She pulled the wheel hard to the right, and Percy got a glimpse of a figure she'd swerved to avoid—a dark fluttering shape now lost behind them in the storm.

"What was that?" He asked.

"We're almost there," She said, ignoring her son's question.

"Another mile. Please. Please. Please."

Percy didn't know where there was, but he found himself leaning forward in the car, anticipating, wanting us to arrive.

Outside, nothing but rain and darkness—the kind of empty countryside you get way out on the tip of Long Island. He thought about Mrs. Dodds and the moment when she'd changed into the thing with pointed teeth and leathery wings. He felt his limbs go numb from extremely delayed shock. She really hadn't been human. She'd meant to kill him.

Percy's mind when back to the first time when he summoned Vargas and then when he summoned Xenon. "If I did it again would they be strong enough to stop whatever was coming after us?" Percy thought as the hair rose on the back of his neck. There was a blinding flash, a jaw-rattling boom!, and their car exploded.

All Percy remembered was feeling weightless, like he was being crushed, fried, and hosed down all at the same time. He peeled his forehead off the back of the driver's seat and said, "Ow."

"Percy!" His Mom shouted.

"I'm okay..."

Percy tried to shake off the daze. "I'm not dead. The car hadn't really exploded. We'd swerved into a ditch. Our driver's-side doors are wedged in the mud. The roof is cracked open like an eggshell and rain is pouring in." He thought, "Just freaking great!" A flash of light illuminated the sky and the culprit of their crash made itself known. "Lightning."

Percy was shaken out of his thoughts by a groan next to him. It was Grover, he was slumped over, blood trickling from the side of his mouth. He shook his furry hip, thinking, "No! Even if you are half barnyard animal, you're my best friend and I don't want you to die!"

Then Grover groaned "Food," and he knew there was hope.

"Percy," His Mom said, "we have to ..." Her voice faltered. He looked back. In a flash of lightning, through the mud-spattered rear windshield, he saw a figure lumbering toward them on the shoulder of the road. The sight of it made my skin crawl and his instincts scream louder.

It was a dark silhouette of a huge guy, like a football player. He seemed to be holding a blanket over his head. His top half was bulky and fuzzy. His upraised hands made it look like he had horns.

He swallowed hard. "Who is—"

"Percy," His Mom said, deadly serious. "Get out of the car." She threw herself against the driver's-side door. It was jammed shut in the mud. Percy tried his but it was stuck too, he looked up at the hole on the roof.

"Shit." He thought, the hole was sizzling and smoking.

"Climb out the passenger's side!" She told him. "Percy—you have to run. Do you see that big tree?"

"What?" Another flash of lightning, and through the smoking hole in the roof he saw the tree she meant: a huge, White House Christmas tree-sized pine at the crest of the nearest hill.

"That's the property line," She said. "Get over that hill and you'll see a big farmhouse down in the valley. Run and don't look back. Yell for help. Don't stop until you reach the door."

"Mom, you're coming too."

Her face was pale, her eyes as sad as when she looked at the ocean.

"No!" I shouted. "You are coming with me. Help me carry Grover."

"Food!" Grover moaned, a little louder.

The man with the blanket on his head kept coming toward them, making his grunting, snorting noises. As he got closer, Percy realized he couldn't be holding a blanket over his head, because his hands—huge meaty hands—were swinging at his sides. There was no blanket. Meaning the bulky, fuzzy mass that was too big to be his head ... was his head. And the points that looked like horns ...

"He doesn't want us," His Mom told him. "He wants you."

"Besides, I can't cross the property line."

"But..."

"We don't have time, Percy. Go. Please."

Percy stared at her for a moment and amongst the thunder, rain, and his instincts now roaring in the back of his head.

He got mad. Then—mad at his mother, at Grover the goat, at the thing with horns that was lumbering toward them slowly and deliberately like, like a bull. He gripped the handle of the bag the duffle bag that had what he bought earlier that day and climbed across Grover and pushed the door open into the rain. "We're going together. Come on, Mom."

"I told you—"

"Mom! I am not leaving you. Help me with Grover."

He scrambled outside dragging, the surprisingly light, Grover from the car, but he wouldn't have gotten far without his Mom helping him carry Grover uphill through the wet waist-high grass. Percy glanced back and for the first time got a clear look at the monster.

He was seven feet tall, easy, his arms and legs like something from the cover of Muscle Man magazine—bulging biceps and triceps and a bunch of other 'ceps, all stuffed like baseballs under vein-webbed skin. He wore no clothes except bright white Fruit of the Looms. Coarse brown hair started at about his belly button and got thicker as it reached his shoulders. His neck was a mass of muscle and fur leading up to his enormous head, which had a snout as long as Percy's arm, snotty nostrils with a gleaming brass ring, cruel black eyes, and horns—enormous black-and-white horns with points you just couldn't get from an electric sharpener.

Percy instantly recognized the monster from the first story Mr. Brunner told his class.

He blinked the rain out of his eyes. "That's—"

"Pasiphae's son," His Mom said. "I wish I'd known how badly they want to kill you."

"But he's the Min—"

"Don't say his name," she warned. "Names have power."

The pine tree was still way too far—a hundred yards uphill at least.

Percy glanced behind him again.

The bull-man hunched over their car, its massive bovine nose stuck in the in the windows.

"Food?" Grover moaned.

"Shhh," Percy told him. "Mom, what's he doing? Doesn't he see us?"

"His sight and hearing are terrible," she said. "He goes by smell. But he'll figure out where we are soon enough."

The bull-man then bellowed in rage. He picked up Gabe's Camaro by the torn roof, the chassis creaking and groaning. He raised the car over his head and threw it down the road. It slammed into the wet asphalt and skidded in a shower of sparks for about half a mile before coming to a stop. The gas tank exploded.

Gabe's comment of not a scratch went through his head at the moment and his hand twitched with the idea of summoning Vargas or Xenon to help.

"Percy," His Mom said. "When he sees us, he'll charge. Wait until the last second, then jump out of the way— directly sideways. He can't change directions very well once he's charging. Do you understand?"

"How do you know all this?"

"I've been worried about an attack for a long time. I should have expected this. I was selfish, keeping you near me."

"Keeping me near you? But—"

Another bellow of rage, and the bull-man started tromping uphill.

"Shit," He thought. "He smelled us."

The pine tree was only a few more yards, but the hill was getting steeper and slicker, and Grover wasn't getting any lighter.

The bull-man closed in. Another few seconds and he'd be on top of us. His Mom must've been exhausted, but she shouldered Grover. "Go, Percy! Separate! Remember what I said."

He really didn't want to split up, but he had the gut feeling she was right—it was their only chance. Percy sprinted to the left, turned, and saw the creature bearing down on him. It's black eyes glowed with hate and reeking like rotten meat.

The creature lowered its head and charged at him, he felt his instincts roar at him to get away but he held his ground until it started charging at him. Percy held his ground until the last moment where he jumped to the side. The Minotaur stormed past him like a freight train, then bellowed with frustration and turned, but not toward him this time, toward his Mom, who was setting Grover down in the grass.

The Minotaur grunted, pawing at the ground eyeing his Mom, who was now slowly retreating down the hill, back towards the road, trying to lead the Minotaur away from Grover.

"Run, Percy!" She yelled to him. "I can't go any farther. Run!" The Minotaur charged at her, she tried to jump out of the way but the Minotaur seemed to have learned his lesson from before and his hand shot out and snatched her by the neck ignoring her struggling.

"Mom!"

She caught his eyes, and managed to choke out one last word: "Go!" Then, with an angry roar, the monster closed its fists around his Mom's neck, and she dissolved before his eyes, melting into light, a shimmering golden form, as if she were a holographic projection. Then in a blinding flash, and she was simply ... gone.

"No!" Percy roared. The Minotaur looked at him and raised its head and let out a bellowing roar that lasted for several seconds.

Hundreds of howls responded and within the darkness of the trees nearby pairs of golden eyes were illuminated by the flashes of lightning. They were slowly advancing. In seconds the eyes advanced out of the tree line and their forms were illuminated by the lightning above. They were massive wolf-like creatures…and there were hundreds of them.

Percy's hands twitched with anger and the familiar energy that accompanied his summoning. Behind him two swirls of gold appeared and the forms or Vargas and Xenon came out.

"What do you need boss/milord?" They responded immediately.

"Can you take care of them?" He gestured to the force assembled before them. "And I need one of you to grab Grover." He pointed to his friend in the tall grass.

"Understood." Xenon said as his glowing eyes flashed when he turned around looking menacing in his black armor under the lightning as he strode off towards the approaching creatures.

"I'm guessing, the bull-man is yours boss?" Vargas asked cracking his fingers, noticing the rage in his summoner's eyes. "What happened?"

"It killed my Mom." Percy muttered lowly but Vargas still heard it. His eyes softened in concern for his summoner.

"I know where you're coming from," Vargas said placing a hand on Percy's shoulder before picking up his massive sword with one hand. "Take it down but don't kill yourself doing it, nothing can be accomplished if you're dead." With that Vargas shot off into the crowd of creatures with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Percy took his summon's suggestion and took a breath to clear his mind. Then he stripped off his red rain jacket. "Hey!" He screamed, waving the jacket, running to one side of the monster. "Hey, stupid! Ground beef!"

"Raaaarrrrr!" The monster turned toward him, shaking its meaty fists.

Percy had an idea but it was stupid and could possible get him killed. He put his back to the big pine tree and waved the red jacket in front of the bull-man, planning to jump out of the way at the last moment. It didn't work out that way though.

The Minotaur charged in fast, its arms held wide to block any attempt to dodge from either side. Time seemed to slow down and all Percy heard was the blood thunder through his ears. "Can't go left or right," he thought, "The only way out is up." With that his legs tensed and he leaped straight up and kicked off the makeshift kickboard that was the Minotaur's head, turning in midair and landing on its neck. Milliseconds later the Minotaur's head slammed into the tree and jarred Percy momentarily.

The bull-man staggered around, trying to shake him. Percy locked his arms around its horns to keep from being thrown. Thunder and lightning were still going strong. The rain was in his eyes. The smell of rotten meat burned his nostrils. Sounds from the fight between his two summons and the wolf-like creatures.

The Minotaur shook itself around and bucked like a rodeo bull trying to shake Percy off. It was then that he made a connection. "He only goes forward!"

Over by the tree where Xenon apparently set him before just before jumping into the fray was Grover, still groaning about food. The Minotaur wheeled towards him and pawed the ground and got ready to charge him. Percy thought of how it squeezed the life out of his Mom and unadulterated rage flooded his veins filling him up like a high-octane fuel. He wrapped two hands around one of the horns and pulled back with everything he had. The Minotaur tensed and let out a surprised grunt, then – snap! Percy rolled off the Minotaur's back and landed flat on his back in the grass smacking his head off a rock.

He struggled up with blurry vision and looked to his hand; in it was one of the Minotaur's horns a ragged bone weapon that was the size of a knife.

The Minotaur charged and reached out to grab him with one of its large meaty hands.

Without thinking Percy ripped off Neo and ducked under the hand and stabbed the fleshy underside of the arm with the broken horn and ran it along the arm tearing into it before ducking under the Minotaur's other arm and stabbing it right up under its furry ribcage and twisted it in. The Minotaur flailed, clawing at its chest trying to dig out the broken horn, then began to disintegrate.

Not like his Mom, in a golden flash of light, but like crumbling sand blowing away in chunks by the wind, the same was Ms. Dodds had. Then almost all his strength left him but Percy struggled to his feet and staggered towards Grover.

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In the horde of wolf-like creatures Xenon and Vargas stood back to back, Xenon looked better than before with his helmet crest now gold with a sapphire gem in the center and a ball of chained fire in his left and his sword Xentar was wreathed in the same flames that made up his cape. Vargas looked relatively the same except for his sword Dandelga, which was now on fire.

"To think our summoner would be able to defeat it without assistance at such a young age." Xenon chuckled.

Vargas grinned shifting his weight to his back leg, "We can't let him show us up now can we?"

"No, we cannot." Xenon said getting into a stance.

"Brave Burst." The two said in unison swinging their swords.

"ARDENT SOUL SLASH!/INFINITY BURST!" Two voices roared as the field light up in red-orange and blueish-purple flames burning the last of the wolf-like creatures and turning them to golden dust.

Once their attacks finished the two rushed towards their summoner.

He was crying as he picked up his friend calling for his Mom, the two knights looked at eachother before they gently forced open their connection to the gate and disappeared in crimson swirls.

Percy staggered down into the valley, toward the lights of the farmhouse – holding onto Grover, refusing to let him go.

The last thing he remembered was collapsing on a wooden porch, looking up at a ceiling fan circling above him, moths flying around a yellow light, and the stern faces of a familiar-looking bearded man and a pretty girl, her blond hair curled like a princess's.

Both looked down at him, and the girl said, "He's the one. He must be."

"Silence, Annabeth," the man said. "He's still conscious. Bring him inside."

With that Percy passed out, but right before he did he heard a voice whisper. "Oh, master."

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So yeah, Percy's first two disciples are Leone from Akame ga Kill, the anime version since the manga version hasn't died yet, and Shirou Emiya from Fate Stay/Night, who is going to be a fusion between his Unlimited Blade Works self and his Heaven's Field self who I believe are the strongest versions of him. Now if anyone can guess which one is the Thunder Disciple and which one is the Water Disciple, I'll reveal to them one thing about the story they wish to know. Please either post your guess in your review or PM it to me through my account.

So in the immortal words of Atlas and NeonZangetsu….

…Review, Would You Kindy?