AN: Remember, there will never be any Primordials in this fanfic. I don't like them.
Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan, I only own the OC's I made, which are free to copy off of. I also do not own anything I make references to.
Chapter Eleven- The Return
Zeus's POV
"Why have you called this council, Artemis?" I demanded.
"I have captured the golden eyed male."
"What? You brought him here, I'm guessing?"
"Yes. Come out here, boy."
"You do not order me to do anything. I swore to come here, but no more." a new voice said, one that held power. A man in a green cloak with the hood pulled up walked out from behind Artemis's throne, a sword in each of his hands.
"Who are you?" I demanded.
"Many of you have guesses. I signed notes with the first letter of my name, P."
"Perseus?" Poseidon gasped.
"Wouldn't you like that, Poseidon? I will tell you if you all beat me in a fight."
"Twelve fights in a row?"
"No. One on twelve. No godly forms, powers are welcome. You are removed by a potentially fatal blow withheld. No drawn weapons at the start. Agreed?"
"Pitiful scum! You dare challenge all of us at once?"
"Yeah, I would. Especially considering I beat Artemis less then half an hour ago. Do you accept, or are the arrogant Olympians to cowardly to fight me?"
"We accept." I growled. I will kill this uppity boy.
"We start thirty seconds from now. Exactly thirty seconds."
Slowly, the seconds ticked by. He sheathed his swords, and held his palms out at each other. Then I felt the time pass.
As soon as time was up, a stream of water shot out of one hand, and a river of fire came out of the other. They impacted right in between his hands, creating very thick steam. So thick, I couldn't see.
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Bram's POV
With the steam thick enough to hide me, I threw a knife at Apollo's throne, where I felt he didn't get up. "Dead."
Then I ran to his throne, seeing him with wide eyes, and my knife less then a millimeter from his throat.
Apollo's was the furthest left of the thrones, so I went to the next, Ares's, and tossed a piece of metal at it, it bounced off with an echoing clang.
"He's at my throne!" I heard Ares shout, and he ran out of the steam, straight into my sword.
"Dead." And then there were ten. The next throne was Dionysus's, who hadn't even gotten up. I held my sword to his throat. "Dead."
Then, walking to Hermes throne, a silver eyed goddess blocked me.
"Idiot boy." She snarled, and charged me. I backed up, using manipulating the steam to make it seem like I was running, then waited for her to pass, and punched her solidly in the stomach. "Dead."
"Dammit!" I had to duck as Hermes "lazer beam" mode went over my head, and crashed into Artemis. Then Hermes himself ran out, tripping over Artemis. These gods, not very smart. The angrier you get an enemy, the easier they are to fight.
"Dead." I said as I held my sword to his throat, as he was on the floor. The middle thrones were Zeus's and Hera's, side by side. Hera, being a more pacifistic goddess, was just sitting, waiting for her children to get me. It was child's play to sneak up behind her throne.
"Dead. Hey, Zeus, I got your wife!" I yelled, then ducked as a lightning bolt smashed into Zeus's own throne. Time to gather as many Olympians as possible to fall prey to my throwing knives. As soon as Zeus ran up, flanked by Demeter and Hephaestus, I started throwing, rotating my blades to the hilt would hit, not the blade.
"Dead, Dead, and Dead." I called as all three of them got a hilt in the throat.
I walked over to Aphrodite's throne. She was just sitting there, not moving.
"Why, hello." She said, charmspeak in her words.
"Dead." I called as she to got hit with a knife. She wasn't really the fighting type. And without commands, charmspeak was useless.
That left only Athena and Poseidon. I waved my hand, moving the steam to the far edges of the room, and saw the two of them. They were standing back to back, weapons ready.
"Who's first?" I called mockingly, and they both ran forward. However, Poseidon was faster, so he got to me first, and tried to hit me with a fist of water. I responded with a wall of fire, evaporating it, then jumped through the resulting steam, lighting Storm and Shadow on fire as I drew them. I usually didn't actually use most of my abilities. Knowledge was power, and the less they knew, the better.
As I emerged, I saw Poseidon pointing his trident at me, and a river of water shot out. Then froze as we wrestled for control over it. I was going to lose, but all I needed was to buy time, as I ran underneath the water, and started swinging. Poseidon let the water crash down, and was busy trying to deflect my barrage of attacks. A trident was a mostly offensive weapon, with range and power. I, however, was inside it's length, where it couldn't be used properly. Then another weapon almost killed me: Athena's spear. That was a problem. And I had a solution.
I threw Storm at Poseidon, and Shadow blindly backwards. I bought me a second, all that I needed to draw a hunting knife, and hold it to Poseidon's throat.
"Dead." I declared, then dropped, and rolled to the side as Athena tried to stab me. My right hand closed around Storm, and I somersaulted back up to my feet in time to deflect her spear. Time to get in close.
Keeping her spear to the side, I ran forward, directly towards Aegis, and hooked my knife around the side, opening her guard. Then, with Storm held to her stomach, I said a final word.
"Dead."
"But you wouldn't do that, would you, Perseus?" Athena said, a smirk on her face.
"Perseus wouldn't. But I am not Perseus. I AM PONTUS." I yelled, and shoved her backward. "If you want proof, I can stab you."
"Then do it. Prove you aren't Perseus." she gasped.
"As you wish." I said, then pushed my hunting knife into her, but making sure not to hit any vital organs. "Good enough?"
She was too busy screaming to reply, so I turned to the Olympians, who all had outrage etched on there features.
"You dare harm an Olympian?" Zeus roared, coupled with an Apollo saying, "You're Pontus? But you faded. All of the Primordials are either dead or asleep!"
"Yes, I dare. But I can heal her. If you don't let me, I give Apollo a fifty-fifty chances of curing it successfully."
"Do it. And maybe you'll live." Zeus threatened.
"I will. But you do not threaten me." I responded, and walked over to where Athena was still on the floor. My hands glowed as I sealed her wound.
"And why don't I?" Zeus asked.
"This is why." I said, and I pulled out my secret weapon, a Desert Eagle .50 cal. "This is no mortal gun. Each round is an incendiary Imperial Gold bullet. Except, instead of regular mortal incendiaries, these are filled with Greek Fire. Any one of these bullets will go through you skull and quite literally melt your brain. Then, of course, the Imperial Gold will explode, tearing your head apart."
I watched there eyes go wide, and Ares say, "That's quite a gun, punk."
"Yes, it is. While I'm quite sure you'll survive it, even gods aren't capable of growing a new brain. Now, I will answer one question, truthfully and honestly, or else you'll just keep chasing me." I said, my eyes narrowing. I already knew what they would ask, and what they would say afterword. They would want to know who I am, then try to limit my power in some way.
The gods argued over this for a while, then Athena spoke up. "Who are you, really?"
"I would say I am Pontus, Primordial of the Ocean, but that isn't true. And the time for my secrecy is over." I reached up, and pulled down my hood, exposing my face.
"How? The Chimera killed you! Hades felt your soul enter the Underworld! I thought you were dead!" Zeus shouted, while Poseidon started crying and laughing.
"My soul did enter the Underworld."
Flashback
Almost Four Years Ago
Percy's POV
Before I died, I saw a man, a man in a cowled, dark green cloak, appear out of the forest. He looked at my chest, and shook his head,
"There is nothing I can do. The cuts are too deep, and many. You've maybe twenty minutes left at most."
"Please, try to protect my friends."
"Who are they? I take it you mean demigods."
"Nico, Thalia, Jason, Dakota, Sylvia." I coughed out.
"What about the girl, Annabeth?"
"No. . . ."
""I promise I will look after them. I swear it on the River Styx."
"Thank . . . .you . . . ."
"Now I can ease your pain, make it easier to speak and breathe." He chanted a soft tune, and with something that sounded like boulders rumbling, I no longer felt that I was about to die, but I wasn't fooling myself.
Then I saw what I came here for: the Door of Orpheus had opened, which was the sound of boulders rumbling. I climbed to my feet, and walked in, using the blessing of the hearth to heal my wounds.
The man stayed with me until he saw me pass into Hades realm.
I am now officially dead.
End of Flashback
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Percy's POV
"Wait, you said someone was with you while you "died". Who was it?" Athena asked, while Poseidon ran over and hugged me.
"Father, let go of me." I said, and when he did, I continued. "The person was an analogy. The Percy you knew died that day. I am not him. Who was the man that I saw? An apparition of the Mist I created to open the doors, since I was not able to sing."
"How are you that powerful with it?" Zeus asked.
"Hecate gave me her blessing. I can heal because Hestia gave me hers as well. Thanantos, Phobos, and Deimos gave me their blessings, to."
"That explains everything but the fire." Athena pointed out.
"I should give you the overview. In the Underworld, after passing through the Fields of Asphodel, I called upon the souls of the greatest heros to train me. They include: Achilles, Temujin, or Genghis Khan as you might know him, Miyamoto Musashi, Theseus, Hua Mulan, Jeanne 'd Arc, and the greatest of them all, Zoe Nightshade, among others. At the end of each teacher, they would give me a quest. One of such was to retrieve the Sword of Hyperion from the tree trunk. It allowed me to control light, and by extension, flame." I took out Light. "This is it's form after I was done re-forging it."
"What about your "family"?" Artemis asked.
"Prior to the last six months, rescuing demigods were the tasks set by the teachers, or I just would rescue one whenever they were in trouble. If they were more Roman than Greek, they went to Camp Jupiter. If they were more Greek, they went to Camp Half-Blood. If I saw any girl being abused, or any female demigod being abused, I took them to the Hunters. Gwen, Arin, and Saracen all train with me in the Underworld, just not as long." I finished.
"My son, you have grown strong." Poseidon said with wonder.
"Too strong." Zeus said. "We must have him swear an oath to one of us."
"Fine. I wouldn't agree to this usually, but I know what a threat I would become." I said. "So just swear fidelity to one of you?"
"Yes." Zeus commanded.
"There are few of you that I respect, and only one that I could do something useful for." I turned to Artemis. "I swear, on the River Styx, to be loyal to you, Artemis."
Then I added, under my breath, so no one could hear. "For as long as is just."
There was a war looming. Drakons usually don't come out of Tartaurus. It would take either a Titan to bring it out, or something just as powerful. Most likely, though, it came here during the Great Stirring, but was never killed. If my worst fears are true, though, we would need as strong of a Hunt as possible. Then I tried to convince myself that was the only reason I swore myself to Artemis
"What? Me?" she asked with outrage. Apollo was laughing so hard, he nearly fell out of his chair.
Then, when he got his laughs under control, he said. "Should we call you The Guardian? Keeping Artemis away from all the scary things."
"Personally, I like it." Athena added. "We can not afford to lose any more demigods after the last war, and even now, after the Titans are defeated, recruitment is still down."
"The idea has merit." Hera said. "Let us put it to a vote."
Most of the Olympians raised their hands. Artemis, Ares, and Dionysus didn't, but Dionysus was snoring.
"If you refuse, you're more then welcome to spend some time with me!" Aphrodite squealed.
"For one, that's disgusting. For two, no. Never." I responded. There is no one that I'll allow myself to fall in love with. It's to dangerous. Either she'll get captured, or I will. But maybe if she's good enough not to. . . . I thought, glancing at Artemis.
"Why Percy?" Aphrodite whimpered. "Am I not pretty enough?"
"No. I've lost to many people who I love. I will not let that happen again. To many of my friends have died. Gwen, Beckondorf. . . . . to many."
"Wait. Gwen? The Roman?"
"Yes. The Roman." I said, and pulled up my sleeve, exposing my marks.
"What? You were at Camp Jupiter?" Athena asked. " That was incredibly dangerous. You could have caused a war."
"No. When I was at Camp Jupiter, my past was dead. I was a Roman demigod, who just happened to be good with a Greek blade." I said. "And who would believe me if I said I was Greek? All the Greek gods are gone to them. To Camp Jupiter, you are all Roman."
"Very well. You were wise not to expose your past though." Zeus said. "Artemis, take Perseus to your camp. Dismissed!"
"Come with me, boy." Artemis grabbed my arm, and flashed down to her camp.
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Artemis's POV
"Stay here." I hissed. "No matter how much I would enjoy it, I doubt Zeus would want you to die."
He nodded, and I walked out into the middle of the camp. Coming up to my Lieutenant, I ordered,
"Thalia, gather the Hunters. I have some bad news, and some more bad news."
A few minutes later, the Hunters were all assembled, with me in front of them.
"Hunters, Zeus has seen it fit to burden us with a "Guardian" as if we can't protect ourselves. The only bright side is that he probably won't be as bad as most males. And besides, we can just have him "protect" us from the boredom of doing laundry or sharpening arrows" I said, and saw the Hunt perk up a bit at that last statement. However, a few of them were still unhappy.
"A male? In the Hunt?" Pheobe asked in outrage. "The last male to spend time with us was Orion, and we all know how that turned out. The only good thing about that was that he was stung by a scorpion."
"He's better than Orion. At least, he'd better be."
"Artemis, I had no idea you thought so highly of me." I heard from beside me. Percy had literally appeared next to me.
"Well, here he is. And how did you do that?" I asked, while the Hunt was shocked at his appearance. He was dead, after all.
"I can hide myself in the Mist." He explained.
"Thalia," I ordered. "Get him a tent. I'm sure you have a lot to catch up on."
Then, as Thalia stormed forward, I saw a nervous look on his face. I wish I could listen to this. . .
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Percy's POV
"Come with me." Thalia ordered, and I hastily followed her. "Four fucking years, Jackson. Four years of me looking for you. Explain."
"It was either four years of you thinking I was dead, or four years of trying to hide that you knew I was alive. I'm sure someone would've noticed that you weren't grieving for me or whatever." I responded. Hell hath no fury like a woman wronged.
"Fine. For now. Tell me exactly what you've been doing and just how many weapons you have. I know you have at least four swords." She said.
"I was training in the Underworld and bringing in demigods. As for my weapons: I have Storm and Shadow, my two short-swords. I have Light and Darkness, the katanas, two silver hunting knives, ten throwing knives, a Desert Eagle, and, of course, Riptide."
"Speaking of Riptide, why didn't you ever use it? And how do you carry it all?"
"It's the most recognizable thing I have. It'd be like having an empty six-pack of beer in a car, then trying to convince people you aren't drunk. As for how I carry it all, well, it isn't easy. Either Storm and Shadow or Light and Darkness are on my back, while the other pair is at my waist. The hunting knives are strapped to my thighs. Four throwing knives are on my waist, and the other six are on my shoulders, three on each side. I usually hide them with the Mist, though."
"Okay. Here's your tent." She said, handing me a rectangle of fabric. "Jut throw it on the ground, or if you want to move it, but both hands on a side."
At that, she walked away, and I headed in the opposite direction, a bit outside the Hunt's boundaries. Then, after expanding the tent, I walked inside and went to sleep.
AN: Here you go. I would have done a better job, with a few less plot holes, but the readers wanted me to get Percy back, so here he is. As for his powers, they'll be revealed next chapter.
This chapter is where the Re-Write splits off more from this story.
Warning: I might not be able to update this next week, Thanksgiving and all.
Reviews are always appreciated!