Perseus Jackson: A Hero Once Broken
Chapter 11: The new King of Dragons
Location: Percy's house, outskirts of Anchorage, Alaska.
Third Person Point Of View
Chrysaor was quickly joined by Oceanus and they hoisted the unconscious man up. Hecate, Andrew, and Temussia met up with them as they began walking over to the trio who were heading into Percy's house. With a wave of her hand Hecate had fixed Percy's home to it's former glory. The windows were replaced, the interior walls repaired, and everything that was smashed and broken was no once again the pristine quality they previously were.
The 6 entered the house and were unsure what to do.
"Oceanus, we'll take him upstairs and clean up his wounds and patch them. Mother, if you make a pot of coffee for yourself, Temussia, and our guest, that'll be great." Chrysaor spoke out. Hecate, Temussia, and Andrew entered the kitchen and dining room area. Hecate told them to sit down whilst she began work on the coffee.
- UPSTAIRS-
"Oceanus just lay him on his bed. Strip the armour, his robe, and outermost clothes. I'll get the stuff from the medicine cabinet." Chrysaor ordered and the two completed their roles.
"I'll clean the wounds with the alcohol and you use nectar, but not too much." Chrysaor spoke, and he began cleaning the bite wounds that littered the legs. Oceanus waited patiently and dabbed minor amounts of nectar on each wound. They cleaned up the rest of the scrapes and cuts before putting everything away. They waited a moment before exciting the room quietly so Percy could remain asleep.
They went downstairs and found everyone else sat down at the kitchen table drinking coffee. Hecate looked up and spoke worriedly. "How's Percy doing?" When Hecate finished Temussia also looked at them with worry.
Before Chrysaor could speak Oceanus spoke to their surprise. "Perseus has an array of injuries but he is going to be fine. He is resilient and strong, he is sure to heal quickly."
Before anyone could speak there was a series of knocks on the door that echoed through the rooms.
Location: The Argo III, On Percy's Mountain.
Third Person Point Of View
Andrea and the rest of the group excited the majestic warship and looked at the beautiful building that stood 20 feet in front of them. Many of the lower walls had been made from a mixture of white and grey stone, which created an odd, but unique pattern that was aesthetically pleasing. Many of the wooden features that complemented the rustic, but modern building, were made of mahogany and the contrast worked well with the house. There was 3 floors, the second had a balcony and the third had two slanted roofs, separated by a flat one. Half of the first floor was accessible by ground, the other half was covered by the hill that contorted around the building and led to the second floor. There were large ground to floor windows that provided an insight into the building but they were unable to truly see was a garage door, large enough for two Yukon XL's that made up the only viewable section of the first floor. A black metal was used for final detailed on the house and could be found everywhere, holding the windows together, the piping, and sections of the roof. The sides and back of the house were covered in a mixture of pine, spruce and other similar trees that shimmered under the wind.
Annabeth audibly gasped at the architecture of the building and was amazed at how everything worked out. Modernism and rustic styles weren't her forte but she was impressed by the quality of the building in front of them. The looked around the other side of the mountain which was rather bare in comparison to the house. There was an array of tears in the grass that stretched and scarred the land. Close to the cliffs edge was a shocking sight. A humongous dragon skeleton was scorched and seemed to continue smouldering away with a small glow. They walked calmly up towards the building, walked up the steps, and knocked on the door.
They waited several moments staring at the dark wooden door. In a sudden the door was wide open and an Uberti lever action rifle was aimed at Andreas forehead as she was at the front.
Andrea turned her head to the side to see who was holding the gun before speaking. "Hey pops."
"Andrea what are you - you know what. Everyone, just come in." Chrysaor spoke confused before sighing.
He looked over the group as they entered. There was his daughter, much to his surprise and dismay. The goddess Artemis, and her hunters Thalia, and Phoebe. And the demigods, Annabeth, Leo (the one who previously ruined his ship and Chrysaor glared at him), Jason, Nico, and Will.
He closed the door after them, before proceeding to place the rifle back in its case and putting it under the console table of the hall. They walked into the open space living room / kitchen and dining area where Hecate, Temussia, and Andrew waited them. The sound system from the living room was now playing an old classic rock song as everyone sat down and grabbed a cup of coffee which was laid out for them. Everything was quite before questions started being thrown about.
"Why is she here?" Artemis said venomously whilst glaring at Temussia.
"Who's that?" Will spoke whilst looking at Andrew who looked like a younger him.
"Who are you?" Leo said to Hecate.
But the quietist question come from Andrea who looked rather fearful. "Where's Uncle Percy dad?" Once everyone heard the question they froze.
"He's upstairs, resting. Draco came and challenged him and he was severely injured. He's going to be unconscious for another hour at least." Chrysaor spoke calmly and Andrea rushed upstairs to see him, with nobody following to allow her to have some privacy.
Hecate sighed before beginning to answer everyone questions. "Leo. I am Hecate, goddess of Magic, hellhounds, and crossroads, I am Percy's and Chrysaor's adopted mother."
She took a breathe before speaking again. "Artemis, don't bother with your pathetic rivalry with Temussia. She's here to help Percy find Apollo and thus by extension help you." Hecate finished whilst glaring at Artemis. Temussia calmly smirked.
"Will, this is Andrew, now I know this may shock you, but he is your full blooded brother. Your mother gave him to a foster family when he was a baby because Apollo told her she had too." She finished whilst looking at everyone.
Andrew, Will, and Nico went over to one of the couches in the living room that stared out of the window and began speaking to each other. Leo was staring at Temussia who was messing around with a knife in her hand.
"I have a question for Artemis... Why is my daughter on this quest. She was meant to be in school at Seattle." Chrysaor spoke in a calm but angry tone.
Artemis sighed in confusion before speaking. "I don't know why she was in Point Pleasant but she was. She recognised who I was and asked why we were at Percy's safe house-" *At this point Chrysaors eyes opened slightly in shock* "- she informed us that she was Apollo's champion and offered to help the quest by taking us here. She then took us to Uncompahgre National Park where we fought a Wendigo then proceeded to came her."
Chrysor simply rubbed his temples with his hands. Before he could speak Andrea was noticed walking down the stairs and she encapsulated her father in a tight hug. "Is that skeleton outside that fucking dragon?"
"Yes it is. How's Percy doing." Chrysaor spoke warmly.
"He's injured all over but he looks like he'll be fine. If he didn't kill that dragon I would and make sure it regretted hurting Uncle P." Andrea spoke whilst fiddling with a bracelet on her wrist.
Temussia exited the table quietly as Andrea and Chrysaor embraced. She began walking up the steps of the stairs before a voice spoke out.
"Where are you going?"
Temussia turned her head to the table where everyone was now looking at her. She saw that the question had came from Artemis so she proceeded to glare at the goddess.
"I am going to see Percy. Is that an issue." Temussia spoke sarcastically.
"I am also coming-" Artemis started but was interrupted. "No you're not. You made your decision. I am closest to him and I know he would prefer to see me when he wakes up. Chrysaor, I'll change his bandages for you." Temussia calmly changed the situation and continued up the stairs. Artemis had simply gave in before starting a discussion with Hecate and her hunters on where Apollo could be.
Temussia walked down one of the halls and entered Percy's room where he was laying peacefully on his bed. She removed the bandages from his legs, and proceeded to look at the numerous bite wounds that marred his legs. She let out a light gasp and worry struck her eyes. It wasn't uncommon for Percy to get himself in danger, but what was rare was any serious injuries and he was covered in them. She began to wrap them up when Percy jolted awake.
Location: Percy's House, Outside of Anchorage
Percy's Point of View.
Percy jolted awake before gasping in pain. As the air rushed out his chest he was enclosed in a hug and his vision was blinded with red. "Tem, can't... breath.."
"Oh Perce, why were you such an idiot! You could have died you-you idiot." It was then he realised that Temussia was sobbing as she spoke.
"I was fine, I was always fine. But you're hurting my ribs." Percy spoke whilst in pain.
Temussia let go of her iron clad grip and sat next to him in bed. She decided to look into his eyes and gasped.
"What... what's wrong?" Percy asked worried.
"Your eyes... they're different." Temussia spoke in shock. She got off the bed and grabbed a small mirror and handed it to him. He looked in the mirror and was shocked at what he saw. Instead of the usual sea green eyes staring back at him they were now a darker shade of green with a golden crescent moon around the iris. It took him a moment, but he realised why that was the case. He was now the King of Dragons, and it was more than a title, he was now semi-immortal. However that wasn't the only thing he noticed, his hair was now too long thus needing cut, and he was needing a shave.
He put the mirror on the bed and tried to get up before hissing in pain. "Percy don't!" Temussia warned."
Percy waved his hand and got up. This time everything was fine, he looked down at his legs where the bite wounds were now healing effortlessly. He heard a loud crack where his ribs were and he could feel the bone heal.
"What was that?" Temussia asked worried.
"That. Was one of my ribs I believe." Percy replied confused.
"Wait, what?" Temussia spoke.
"I'm semi-immortal now, I guess, i'm now similar to a minor god, without the god part. I'm the King of Dragons- wait, help me find a book. It's old, rather tattered leather binding, it's titled... Tales of the Depths of Tartarus. the author name was scratched out." Percy spoke as he began searching a desk.
"Sure." Temussia spoke with a smile seeing Percy return to his normal self. She began looking at the opposite side of the room and after 5 painstaking minutes she found it on top of a shelf nearly out her reach. She got it book and swiped the dust off of it. She stared at the front of it, the title was exactly what Percy said it was, and dead centre was a dragon insignia.
"Hey Perce, I found it!" Temussia turned with a smile.
"What would I do without you?" Percy replied with a grin before being given the book. He turned through the pages before landing on the one he want. 'Dragons.'
"It says here that:
Dragons are an ancient and diverse race, similar to Drakons. However where Drakons were spawned in the Chaos era with many other Alpha monsters it began in the primordial era. Their first alpha was known as Dragorious and the race boomed in size. Part of Tartarus became known as the dragon den, the alpha viewed as king, and some powerful dragons, became "nobles." One of these nobles, Syrabis, rose up with an army and killed Dragorious. Syrabis allowed the dragons to do whatever they want and many terrorised humans, during the 'Medieval' time period. This time Draco rose in support and killed Syrabis single handedly. Since then there have been numerous duels and Draco has survived all, and thus remains as King of Dragons.
Dragons are known to have an array of powers. First and foremost is their roar of flames, due to a magical biological process they have a unique organ in their throat able to convert energy and oxygen into flames. Each roar of flames is unique, and with each subspecies differs further. Those few that were bred in captivity under Thanatos display a more unique type of flame known as soul flames with similar properties to stygian ice. The few created by Pontus thrived in water and instead of flames spewed a blend of ice and water. Each dragon is highly unique but do have similarities.
One of those similarities is their amazing senses. Every sense is heightened to impossible levels; their vision is perfect with no blind spot like humans, they could hear a twig snap half a mile away. They are able to sense the infrared radiation (heat) coming off of other lifeforms. One of other unique ability, is their ability to heal life ending wounds in hours...
The rest of the chapter had been burned and with illegible writing.
"So, you're now the King of Dragons. What's your plans, Lord Perseus." Temussia spoke out jokingly.
"Well first of all, you, are going to keep calling me, Percy. Lady Temussia." Percy replied with a smug grin.
"Don't even think about it Perce. Now go shower and shave, and if you stop being a dick, i'll sort that mop you call hair for you.
Percy gave her a short glare before lamenting. "Fine." With the single word he went through the door of his room, crossed the hall, and entered the bathroom.
Authors Note
What is up guys, chapter is coming to you all a little early due to the reception on my previous chapter, honestly brought a smile to my face, love you guys.
Anyway some questions for you all. Anyone else playing battlefield one? Im loving it, favourite guns to use are the Russian 1895 and the M1907 of the medic class. I've also been getting into the Zombies scene in call of duty, love the maps of Black Ops 3, the Giant and Revelations are my favourites, and my best game is round 93 on Ascension. If any of yous play either one do share in the reviews.
If you are interested in Percy's house in this story I have based it on a real location, known as the Ptarmigan Residence in Colorado, lovely home, lovely location. Check it out, its beautiful.
I have the next chapters typed out, they'll be coming in the next week, but before that I am working on the next three chapters of Patron of the betrayed on my page, so go check out.
But anyway guys please review your thought on the chapter, quite a few dark thing are going to mentioned in the next one that are integral to Percy's character, Follow and Favourite if you're new.
Stay awesome folks, ~Admeto