Percy But Not Percy 7
A/N: voting's over. This chapter will be a direct skip to a sixteen year old Percy. I have decided that there would be no Percabeth. Might not have romance involving Percy at all.
Disclaimer: nothing. Is. Owned.
PO'd was the feeling that Nico DiAngelo was currently experiencing. He was having a peaceful rest. Then, with no warning whatsoever. A harpy's screech woke him with a start. He fell on to the floor and rolled. He slowly got up and cursed. He wondered what would cause a harpy to panic.
This was the first time a harpy screeched like that. He remembered one time when he woke up to see the mangled, half-eaten body of a new camper. Yet the harpies didn't make a sound. At least not as loud as that one.
He walked out to the porch of the Hades cabin. He got one after Thalia defeated Kronos via Ophiatourus. Chiron decided to make new cabins to honor the minor gods and goddesses and Hades. He rubbed the sleepiness out of his eyes and looked to the woods. He reasoned that's where the screech had come from.
He hurried back inside his cabin to change into some normal clothes. After doing so. He shadow traveled to the edge of the woods. A few curious younger campers jumped back in suprise. Chiron didn't even look up from the large piles of dust. He was looking teary eyed at the largest one. Which had about 100 round objects accompanying the dust. Nico looked closer and realized something.
"Argus!" Behind him. Annabeths hand shot up to her mouth in surprise. Nico looked back at the pile. They were eyes.
"He will reform in a few months at the most. In the mean time we will need campers to patrol along the camp borders" Chiron said. Though his eyes never left the pile of eyeballs. The dust already blew away. He then turned to the campers. "If something was strong enough to kill Argus and our entire harpy staff, well, we better be prepared. Don't go anywhere without a buddy, your armor and your weapon." His gaze swept the crowd. As if he was picking out the people who would disobey this rule. His eyes landed on Thalia. Who was giving him an angelic look back.
Totally fake.
Chiron was about to say something else when he was interrupted.
"There will be no need for that little donkey." Came a voice. It v Came from just behind the tree line. It was haunting. It had a German accent. And sounded like a skeleton. If skeletons could talk.
Nico jumped at the voice. It could've been saying 'I'm a dead guy' because it was accompanied by a b very strong aura of death.
Then came its owner. It was a teenager about seventeen years old. He had grey hair that was cut in a messy buzz cut. Like the hair of a dead guy. He had yellow eyes. Nico suddenly was reminded of the skeleton warriors that Atlas grew.
That wasn't the freaky part.
His skin was a dull grey, you could see through it and see a full skeleton. Like an x-ray image. He had a set of crows wings that sprouted from his back, and was holding a long scythe. Which he rested on his shoulders. He had a hole in his forehead like a bullet hole. Nico knew this guy wasn't natural.
"I see you find my appearance intimidating, I can change that. He spread out his arms, and a full body bone white cloak appeared on his body. It covered him from head to toe. The hood made seeing his face impossible. His scythe and wings disappeared. But the drawn weapons of every camper didn't. Nico didn't bother, he reasoned that this guy couldn't be killed.
"Just who are you!" Chiron asked. His voice steely, his eyes radiated fury. Nico guessed he didn't like being called a little donkey. Chiron didn't draw his bow but it looked like he was about to.
"My name is confidential, and no, I am not Thanatos." Nico flinched at the mention of Thanatos, especially after his sister died in the junkyard of the gods.
"I am sorry of the destruction my colleage caused." He motioned to the piles of dust. He didn't sound sorry at all.
"Who is this colleage of yours?" Annabeth asked. She looked downright murderous. She held her knife out and her stance looked ready to pounce.
"Only the most dangerous mortal in exhistence of course." He acted like this explained everything. His robe glowed for a few seconds and the wings sprouted from his back. "Well, that's my signal, gotta fly!" With that he took off into the sky.
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Annabeth was furious when she stormed back to her cabin. At that person who called Chiron, at this persons colleague, and at herself for not doing anything about it. Then again, he did look a little, strange.
She also remembered Nico's weird reaction. She was mildly disturbed by too-cool-to-care Nico freaking out.
She quickly changed into her pajamas. As soon as her head hit the pillow she fell asleep.
She had a dream.
She was kneeling before the Olympions. Though the only one present was her mother Athena. She looked straight at her.
"Annabeth my daughter, I must warn you, I don't have much time."
"What is it mom?"
Athena smiled for a brief second. Then she donned a look that was that of a strategists. "The Primordial gods, they have been awake all this time. They are planning to take over the world. You must stop them!"
"The Primordials! How?"
"Your brother, Malcolm snuck here two nights ago. He begged for a quest. I told him the location of a base the Primordials built for their servants. I placed a spell over him so I saw and heard what he saw and heard. This was his last known transmission." The goddess waved her hand, her face was a look of guilt and worry. Her mom was the terse type, straight to the point.
Then she entered a completely different dream.
She was crouched over, hiding behind a stack of wooden boxes. She felt tired and hungry. She was Malcolm alright.
"So where do you think he went?" Said a voice. It sounded like the voice of a commander. With an African accent. The other voice responded.
"Headed somewhere to New York, though it was hard to tell." She gasped. The second voice sounded just like the freak with the wings! From Her point of view she could see two dark silhouettes. Who were most likely the people talking.
"It's always hard to tell where J-" He was cut off by the freak.
"We're being watched" The second figure looked around. She felt Malcolm's body tense up. Ready to run.
"By the crates!" The first voice said. Then Malcolm started running. Then the sound of a gunshot, and an immense pain in her heel, she toppled over and slammed her head against a crate.
"He's not dead yet." the second voice pointed out.
"We'll keep him alive, let's see what the leader wants with him." The first voice said.
That was when she woke up.
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Thalia was pretty psyched.
It was late afternoon. In the morning, Annabeth went to Chiron saying something about a dream and Malcolm.
She was in the sword arena, stabbing at dummies with her spear. She looked at the last one and decided to electrify it. Spidery arcs of electricity shot from her spear and into the dummy. Incinerating it instantly.
"ahem" She looked over her shoulder to see Connor Stoll standing just outside.
"War counsel at the Big House," with that said, he ran off in that direction. Thalia retracted her spear and shield. She then ran off to the Big House.
When she got there, the rest of the counselors were already there. Heads looked up when she got there, then they went back to what they were doing. Thalia took a seat next to a shaky Annabeth. Chiron spoke
"Campers, we are in grave danger"
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Percy was not PO'd, furious or psyched. He was indifferent. Emotionless.
"So the Olympians believe that you are trying to seize control?" He asked. He was in the throne room of the Primordial palace. Tied up next to him was an unconscious boy who infiltrated their base two days earlier. Blonde hair and stormy grey eyes. Dominik and Hans caught him, he had a bullet wound in the right heel. Percy didn't bother healing him.
"Yes, they are working through both camps. You must be careful, they have both launched quests. You are officially hunted."
"May I be enlightened of the prophecy they received?"
"You may, here is the Greek one." Ananke said. She tossed him an ancient looking scroll. Percy caught it and began to read.
Five will travel through the Realm of the Dead,
One lost to a hunter of the Snakes head,
Four will enter the valley of death,
One shall take their last breath,
Hunters and Heroes along the way,
and Death's debt to pay,
In the base the enemies loom,
And meet the deliverer of doom,
Percy rolled up the scroll, and looked up just in time to catch the Roman Prophecy.
You shall travel to the valley of death,
One shall be lost to pay deaths debt,
The leader born of August,
Release the monster of Bloodlust,
The Mortal released shall act on fates will,
A hero he shall kill,
The endgame will come soon,
Five heroes it shall consume.
Percy finished reading the prophecies. He had a solid idea that he knew what the meant. A rather morbid idea. He took the two scrolls and looked back up to Ananke.
"I will take these to the others, they will want to see these" He told Ananke.
"Percy, you are the only hope for defeating Ophion, you must make sure that those heroes don't succeed." She said.
Percy nodded. Then promptly disappeared. Leaving a cloud of mist in his wake.
A/N: So, there goes another chapter. Please feel free to ask any questions. The more questions the better this story gets.