Chapter 2

WELCOME ONE AND ALL TO ANOTHER CHAPTER OF GODS OF THE LIGHT! I'M YOUR HOST AND RESIDENT FANFICTION AUTHOR, ZAYDEN STORMVOID!

I have to say that I was surprised at how fast people liked, followed, and commented on this story! I was worried that this story wasn't going to be read as much as my others stories, simply because this crossover combination is so rare, but I guess i didn't have to worry so much.

Anyways, last chapter was the essential prologue of the story, which is why it was so short compared to my other stories. In that chapter, we saw Percy Jackson get the short end of the stick in life once again, this time in death. We saw how he became essentially floating ball of consciousness in a vast, endless Void of Darkness, only to be saved and revived by his Ghost, and then wake up to post-apocalyptic world, in a point in time and space, has his looks changed permanently and then has to run for his life. All in the span of a few minutes.

Now we will follow Percy's time in the Cosmodrone and his escape to the Last City.

Anyways time to start answering reviews:

CombatFan134: This comment had me laughing so hard at the mental image! As for your question, all the subclasses will be included in this story but will be introduced, developed, and reintroduced like if you played D1 and 2. they will come gradually.

TheSixTails: I'm happy you liked the story, and this is not a one-shot. This chapter is proof of that.

Vizzion Guardian: Percy vs. Oryx will happen but that it is WAY into the future, if my history in updating chapters is anything to go by.

MarethyuQ: Percy Jackson will basically be taking our place as The main Guardian you play in Destiny. This story is beginning in Destiny 1, go through its stories and DLC, and then go into D2 and its events. I hope by the time I'm done with D2 stuff that D3 arrives for me to do that too. So expect seeing Percy be forced into the hellish nightmares and adventures that we played through. As for pairings, while you are on the right track with Artemis, Thalia, and Piper being the same ones from the Rick Riordan universe, they won't be 100% the way they were before either, although hit the nail on the head for Piper. As for his Light Class status, it be revealed more in this chapter, but I can say that Percy won't be exactly like the Drifter.

With that said and done, Let the Mayham Begin!

As a reminder I don't own Percy Jackson or Destiny. They belong to Rick Riordan and Bungie, respectively. Now Eyes Up Guardians! Its Showtime!

Fallen Escape

Percy POV

Even as my mind rang with confusion, panic, and fear, my body reacted on instinct. With the confirmation from the Ghost, I ran to the massive wall. My ADHD mind ran wild with thoughts, as I tried to make sense of the events occurring.

'Why am I in Russia when I have never set foot anywhere outside of America, Europe, Olympus, the Underworld, and a pit of monsters and madness known as Tartarus, and why am I purple?' I thought.

A second of thought later and I already knew the appropriate answer.

'Then again, with my knack of finding myself in the most craziest, bizarre, and horrifying places where most would go mad, waking up in a different country, with what looks like after an apocalypse,with no memory and a different body, I wouldn't say it would be much of a stretch.'

As the massive wall towered over me, the Ghost's voice rang in my head again. "There, by the entrance." I looked and saw an open service door by the side. And by open, I mean one side of the door laying by the stairs below it and the other barely hanging on its hinges. "I didn't revive you just to let you die again, we have to move."

I replied "Message loud and clear the first time, my new robo friend." My voice still felt foreign to me. Even as I spoke like I always do, sarcastic wit and charm included, the slight accent and deeper tone of my voice was still weird. And not deep like Mufasa deep, but rather like suddenly talking like a mix of Chris Hemsworth and a British Prince.

As I entered through the service door, I looked around as I continued. The interior of the wall was full of rusted iron beams that looked hundreds of years old, pipes so old that they could crack if I hit hard enough, and more dark and tense as I went further.

Ghost spoke "Ok, step one complete. Now we need to find you a weapon to fight the Fallen. I rather not become an ornament on some Captain's trophy room."

I replied snarky "Whatever happened to protecting and look out for me?"

The drone replied "Of course I care. But you get riddled with laser blasts, I can always just revive you. Its my death that's game over time."

I almost tripped at that statement. "I'm sorry, riddled with what and revive the what now?"

Ghost hushed me and said. "Shhh, like I said, survive and flee first, then we can catch you up with the news you missed however long you were dead."

I frowned but couldn't fault the logic in his statement. As the darkness of the inside was becoming much, the Ghost appeared beside me in a flash of blue light. It said "Let there be Light."

The Ghost's eye started to glow and it shone a light that made the dense darkness see-able. I said "Thanks, little buddy."

As we proceeded, a clang of metal was heard above us. I crouched into fighting position on instinct, looking at the ceiling of iron bars and pipes for the source. Ghost spoke in hushed voice "Quiet. They're right above us."

Not looking forward to meeting 'They', I complied. I walked slowly, careful not to make any sound. As we reached some set of stairs, I looked in front of me to find a panel of the rusted plating off the wall. I walked forward, only for a blur of blue to suddenly crawl up from inside the walls.

I stopped in my tracks, slapping a hand in front of my mouth, to block the surprise gasp that almost shot out. 'I'm guessing that's one of 'They'.' I thought grimly. I barely caught of glimpse beside the blue blur, but what I did make out was a set of glowing, blue spider-like eyes, a mohawk of purple hair, and the body of a creature that looked like Archane got busy with the Predator.

I continued cautiously. As I moved to my left, up the stairs, I walked into a platform, with a veil of darkness surrounding us and the sounds of hissing and clanking echoing around us. Ghost floated forwards, its triangular pieces floating and circling around it, a field of blue light surrounding it. It looked around and said "Hand tight. Fallen thrive in the dark. We Won't."

'Well that's a reassuring statement.' I thought sarcastically, with a hint of panic.

Ghost floated forwards, casting light to more to the large area. It floated more a little ways and said "We need more light. I'll see what I can do."

As the Ghost floated towards a gap in the area, walls and slanted to make a triangle shaped hole with darkness in the middle, it spoke again. "Hmm, another one of these hardened military systems...And a few centuries of entropy working against me." The Ghost floated towards a mess of wires and metal, the room growing darker with its light more obscured.

A few seconds later, the sounds of power started up and the lights started to come up to reveal more of the area. I wished they didn't.

As the room lit up, I saw a tons of the 'Fallen', as the Ghost called them, running down a bridge across the gap of nothingness. 'Yep, definitely not like any monster I've ever seen!' I panically thought. The Ghost reappeared, floating fast towards me with a set of different, weirder drones chasing it. "THEY'RE HERE! RUN!" It yelled.

I complied again and ran down another hallway, the Ghost flying in suit. As we reached an exit to another corridor, it was locked by a gate. The Ghost blasted a beam of solid light at a console by the wall and the gate rose and opened up the way.

The Ghost said "Here! I found a Rifle! Quick! Grab It!"

I looked towards a blue box, surrounded by a pile of bones and skulls, my stomach once again trying to come out my mouth at the sight. Next to a human skull, was indeed a rifle. I quickly ran to it and picked it up.

'I don't believe I ever shot a gun before.' I thought. 'Will I be any good with it? My experience with projectile weaponry hasn't been good so far, will a gun be different?' I fondly remembered me firing a bow only for the arrow to, somehow, go backwards and hit Chiron's tail. The memory of having to clean the barracks that night would have made me chuckle, if I wasn't running for my life.

As I inspected it, I read the side of it, the dim light of the Ghost illuminating the words. Khvostov 7G-02. Was that the name of the gun? Suddenly, I felt like a whole other person suddenly took the reins of my mind. As if it was instinct, I hefted the gun towards my right shoulder, cocking the barrel of the gun and switching the safety off, like I had done it a million times before.

'Sub-Machine gun. 25 Bullets in the Magazine. Side Magazine Bricks hold over 184 more Bullets.' I chanted robotic-ally in my head. I shook my head and thought 'What the hell? Where did the sudden gun nerd knowledge come from?'

Ghost snapped me back with "I hope you know how to use that."

"Strangely, I do." I replied. Wherever the knowledge came from was irrelevant at the moment. I know how to use this weapon. I know how it works. That's good enough for now.

I took one last sad look at the pile of bones. 'I hope they didn't suffer to badly. Hope I don't end up like that.' I noticed a dusty helmet to the side and decided that to take it as well. The dead don't need it anyways. As I placed it on, it was dark for a second, and a thought that there were no eye holes in the helmet. Suddenly, it turned on and the world came up again, seemingly no different then without it but this time with a tiny radar on the side of my helmet. 'Huh. Convenient.'

I continued running down the dark, dimly lit corridors of the nightmare-esq place, now armed and more armored. I slowed down, cautiously lifting my weapon to prepare for any impending ambush. As I reached the end of one hallway, the next one shifting left, I moved slowly before pivoting and aiming my gun towards the new hallway. Aside from machinery, dim lights, and darkness, it was empty.

I continued forwards. I took five steps before a blur of blue and a shadow rushed by the end of the hallway to the left. I aimed my gun but found no creature, it already fleeing to the safety of the shadows. I continued. A few more steps and a pipe burst, sparks of electricity shooting out and the pipes hanging by the ceiling limp.

I aimed at its direction waveringly, before I relaxed and continued. The Ghost spoke up "Eyes forward. Watch your tracker." I simply nodded and continued.

I reached the end of the hall, where the creature ran past, and I slowed down. I looked to the radar on my helmet. An arc of red lit up around the left side of the radar, indicating an enemy. I breathed and steeled my nerves. A second later I rushed forwards and aimed the gun to the hall.

Not a second later, two figures jumped out of the shadows,one from the sides and the other from the ceiling. The one that stepped out of the ceiling was short and hunched, its body thin and insect-like. Its feet were plated and brown, two clawed spikes for toes in the front and another on the back of the foot. Its hands were claws, one holding a guns of his own and the other holding a dagger that sparked electricity. Its clothes were of orange, yellow, and red armor and cloth. I could distinctly catch a pair of stumps hanging from it sides, one each below his arms and bandaged. It face was definitely the most disturbing, with a spidery head masked in a red helmet, a mohawk of dark hair on its head, its four eyes glowing blue and insect like and its mouth open revealing rows of slobbering, razor sharp teeth.

The second figure was different to the other. It was slightly taller than the other, covered in a white body armor and cloth on his chest and its arms covered in red cloth. Speaking of which, the creature had two pairs of arms, four arms in total, two holding a long rifle in front of him and the other two hanging by its sides but twitching at the ready. It feet were the same as its companion and its face more obscured by the white helmet, arched with two protrusions by its side and its four eyes likewise glowing blue and it mouth open, revealing its own pair of sharp teeth and unleashed an inhuman screech.

They lifted their weapons to fire on me. I acted quick and, in a matter of minutes, fired a few bullets onto the taller figure, taking out the more threatening individual. The creature was riddled with bullets, screeching in pain before it fell onto the floor, limp and dead. Its partner acted swiftly, firing its pistol at me, three blasts of electric energy racing towards me.

As they came towards me, my world seemed to slow, the bullets sluggishly going towards me. I took a step and pivoted my feet, bringing my body to the side, the first bolt racing by me, now harmless. I moved my left foot to the side, criss-crossing my right foot, and in a graceful shift, I pivoted my feet and spun away from the second bolt. As the third came rushing towards my head, I simply tilted my head to the side, the bolt barely grazing the side of the helmet.

I kept my eyes on my target, my eyes glaring and targeting him like a predator wolf, not even flinching at the light of the bolts. I lifted my right shoulder, holding my own gun, and fired three shots of my own. The bullet found their mark. In a split second, the last creature's head exploded, a last hissing shriek sounding off and hissing whitish-blue smoke coming out of the remains of his neck. The creature's body clawed where its head was a few seconds ago, before it fell to the ground dead.

I stopped and let out a short breath, a slight tingle of energy flowing throughout my body. I walked over to the dead bodies of my former enemies, instinctively reloading my gun. and looked down. As I inspected their corpses, Ghost spoke out "They're Fallen, an alien species of scavengers and pirates. By the looks of it, the one who's head you exploded, nice work by the way, was a Dreg, a simple grunt. Cannon Fodder. The taller one is a Vandel, a more stronger, more commander version of a Dreg."

"Fallen." I repeated the name in recognition. 'So that's what's chasing us. Aliens. Not monsters. Interesting.' Whilst my thoughts on them being monsters was wrong, their appearance of a grotesque coupling between the Mother of Spiders and Predator was accurate. Seeing the dead creatures made my head ring, the two's appearance familiar, like I had seen their kind before.

I shook my head in time to see the Ghost let out a flash of blue light, the light encasing and shining on the corpses. It was scanning them. Ghost finished and said "I scanned them so that you can inspect them later. If there is a later. Right now, we need to head out."

I nodded and continued onward, leaving behind the dead Fallen. As we reached the end of the hallway, about to enter another room, another Fallen Dreg fell from the ceiling, a dagger in his claws ready to strike. I ducked under the blade, as it tried to slice my throat, and jammed the back of the Khvostov into its gut, knocking the wind out of it. I brought the back of the gun upwards in a semi-uppercut, knocking it to the ground, before I finished it by smashing the gun one final time onto its head. The head exploded like a watermelon, the Fallen writing for a second before settling dead.

The Ghost looked at my performance and said "Wow. Proficient with a gun and an expert in combat. I'm guessing that your past life was something of a warrior, maybe a Reef-born venturing to Earth?"

I looked to it with confusion and said "What?"

"Irrelevant for now." Ghost replied. "Let's keep moving."

I sighed and nodded. I continued on through the room full of machinery till my radar blinked red, warning me of multiple enemies. I rushed in, a few Fallen Dregs and Vandels dropping in and firing on me. As I ran, dodged, and fired back, I noticed that the bolts of electricity that the Vandels fired seem to curve and track me in mid-fire.

As dispatched the last of the Fallen grunts, the final Vandel fired a final bolt of electricity that hit my shoulder. As the Fallen fell dead, I grunted in pain and held onto the wound. I could feel a jolt of shock go through my body. I swore and wished that this new body of mine had some Ambrosia on him.

Suddenly though, I felt a wash of relief and energy course through my body. I felt the pain of the wound vanish and could feel the wound close up and mend in seconds. I looked to the Ghost beside me and asked "What was that?"

Ghost said "That was the Light, the power that I used to revive you, the power that now flows in you. It helps increase your regeneration and recovery faster than a normal man to the point that its instantaneous. That's only one facet of its abilities, but for the umpteenth time, we have to go now."

I nodded silently and stretched my arm experimentally. As I felt it feel as good as new, I readied myself and continued. As we ran through a bridge, looking briefly at the flags all around with strange symbols, we stopped to find a big crate, alien in origin.

Ghost said "That's a loot crate. We should open it."

I chuckled and said "Jeez, this place seems to be more like a video game every step of the way."

I walked towards the crate and inspected it. I decided to try the obvious a press the green button on the top of it and it opened. "Opensesami!" I shouted and chuckled. I opened it to find another gun inside the crate, this one more longer and sleeker than the SMG. It was a high-tech sniper rifle. I set the Khvostov on the ground, grabbed the sniper rifle, and inspected it to find the name on the side of its scope.

'Calcutta-LR2.' I thought, the information coming in robotic-ally as I inspected and readied the gun. 'Sniper Rifle. Magazine Ammunition: 4 Bullets. Additional packs of magazines add 8 further bullets. I definitely have a lot to ask about when we get out of here alive.'

I looked back onto the chest to find it filled with glowing blue cubes, some large and some small. Ghost hovered toward me and scanned the cubes. Suddenly, the cubes started to disintegrate and flow into Ghost. It turned to me and said "That was Glimmer, the currency of the Last City, very valuable. And that new gun of yours is a sniper rifle, lucky find."

I got up and looked to the two weapons I have. I shook my head and decided to give this new gun a try. I reached back and slung the Khvostov on my back and hefted the Calcutta up and continued.

As we ventured forward, we came across peril after peril, from trip mines, more Fallen dregs than you can count, and alternating between weapon to weapon. Turns out, I suck when using a sniper rifle, as the number of bolt marks on my ruined armor is evidence enough. Maybe I just suck at long-range weaponry like bows and snipers, rather than simple rifles?

I also noticed a few other things of note. One, I was using to two weapons at once, which would be seemingly impossible to do if I still possessed the Curse of Ares, a curse where I can't wield more than two weapons and the one he afflicted onto me when I whooped his when I was 12. Ah, fond memories. But back to the seeming absence of the curse, it both made me feel elated and yet terrified and worried.

I wondered if sometime before my death or when my memories started becoming fuzzy, that if Ares lifted the curse as a reward or the god of War maturing and letting his grudge go. That last one made me nearly burst out of laughing. However, another option of the absence of the curse could be that there was no Ares to curse me, that Ares had faded or died, and, with that logic, if there was no Ares, perhaps the rest of the Olympians are also gone. Like my Dad.

I shook my head, trying to clear and ignore the insane, crazy thought away before I thought of it any longer. But it left me with another question: 'Am I ignoring the thought because its crazy, or because the more I think about it, the more I feel it might be true.'

With the evidence of these Fallen being apparent aliens, the post-apocalyptic vibe that I have been seeing throughout this place, and the dozens of skeletons that I have been seeing, I feared that this meant that there was no civilization, that this was Actually the apocalypse, and I knew the gods, no matter how selfish and egotistical they may be, they would never allow for this to happen.

'If they were alive.'

I shut my brain from that path of thinking, less I might fall to my knees if I were to venture to wondering about my friends.

Another note worthy info was the white and green bricks that came off of the Fallen I shot. When I picked them up they turned into a magazine full of bullets, which I found convenient and helpful as that point I was running low on ammo.

The final note was the feeling inside of me, the one that I felt since I woke up. The Light. That's what the Ghost called it. It seem that the further I went, the further I fought, the more the feeling started to grow, started to become more powerful. And when I focused on it, I could feel a multitude of sensations from the power. It first felt like a warm, empowering fire that felt warmer and hotter the more I focused on it. Next, it felt like an orb of lightning, empowering and flowing throughout my body, ready to shoot forth. And finally, it felt like the very cosmos itself was flowing around me, like I was a dark void of my own, sucking up power and feeling it flow all around me.

It was fucking confusing.

After blasting through a rather nasty room of Fallen, and walking out an equally nasty looking, massive vent, The Ghost and I found ourselves outside once again. I was left stunned at the view. Night settled by the time we got out, the sky dark and the stars shining high. The area we found ourselves was a large courtyard, multiple shacks and structures all over, large beacons and towers scattered around, rusted cars aging and laying on the ground, covered in plants and weeds. I noticed that there were several large tanks around, looking equally as destroyed and old as the cars.

Ghost spoke "This was an old Cosmodrome of Old Russia. My datalogs call this place The Divide."

"Catchy." I said.

Ghost continued "There's got to be something we can use to fly out of here."

"Wait WHAT?!" I yelled in a panic. The Ghost looked to me at my outburst. I waved my hands around, saying "Nuh uh, NO WAY! Me and the air DO NOT Have a good relationship."

As a son of Poseidon, the sea god, the air was definitely not our element. Not if my dear old Uncle Zeus, god of the Sky and Lord Olympus, had anything to say about it. But as a thought before, dear old Uncle Zeus may actually have no say in the matter.

Ghost replied "Well you might have to suck it up Scatter-Brain, because flying's are Only way out of here. I rather not have to head to the Last City, which is Hundreds, if not Thousands, of Miles away and it will take forever to get there on foot. And with Fallen on our tails, we can't afford for any kind of aerophobia at the moment."

I would have argued more, but the flare cut me out. Me and the Ghost looked to see a shining red flare shoot into the sky. I would have asked if that was a signal intended for us, but Ghost answered with a simple "Uh oh."

Suddenly, a flash of light shined out on the horizon, me and Ghost turning to see a mass of light and particles shine into the air to materialize as a Massive alien looking ship. As it materialized out of the light, it crashed onto a tower, causing said tower to crumble to the ground. As it flew our way, the earth rumbled and the wind flew past us. More lights shone in the distance for tinier yet still large alien ships flashing into the sky.

"Fallen Ships!" Ghost exclaimed. "This close to the surface?!"

"I'm guessing they aren't here for a family reunion?" I asked.

"If by 'family reunion', you mean reinforcements to hang our heads on a pike, then yes." Ghost quipped back. "If you value your head as I do mine, then let's get out of here! Head to the building on the far side of the Divide!"

I used my sniper to scope out the location and found that the Fallen indeed called in reinforcements. The tinier alien ships slowed and hovered above the ground high, the underside of the ships opening up to reveal and let out a dozen more Fallen Dregs and Vandels.

The Ghost vanished back into my pack as I ran onto the field, dodging enemy fire by taking cover by the structures and ruined cars. I fired back, switching between weapons and killing multiple enemies.

As a group of teamed Vandels convened, they all readied up and aimed these sniper looking rifles onto me. Energy gathered on the tips of the rifles before they fired fast and straight bolts of lightning at me. I managed to evade most of the blasts, one lucky shot hitting my side, before I took cover by a pillar of concrete.

As I fired back from the safety back on them, I noticed that more ships were approaching, possibly with more back up. We couldn't stay pinned down here for long. I noticed a set of cars to my side that could act as cover enough for me to get in close. With a plan in mind, I steeled my nerves and ran.

I ran fast, ducking and combat rolling from enemy fire, managing to hit a few more Dregs as I moved between covers. As I got close to the Vandels and fired onto them, I took out half of their numbers before my magazine ran out. I grunted in frustration and the world seem to freeze as multiple bolts of lightning were sluggishly racing towards me, some that could be lethal.

Suddenly, the feeling of the mysterious power, the Light, surged and spiked, the power coursing through my veins. I went with it and let my instinct take control. It went so fast that I could barely register it myself. As the beams were feet away from me, my body moved on its own, jumping to my side, pivoting and spinning expertly away from the bolts, all the while my arms moved at lightning speeds and reloaded my gun mid-jump. As I spun and landed on the ground, I fired my loaded SMG onto the rest of the Vandels, taking them out.

As it was over, I felt a tiny bit of fatigue hit me. I breathed hard and fast, taking in a moment to breathe and calm myself.

'What...the Hades...just happened.' I thought. 'That felt like I went Flash for a moment. *Sigh* Is this was the Hermes kids felt like?'

Ghost voice rang out "You just performed an Evade! You used the Light to hyper-tune your body and move at flashing speeds, all the while reloading your weapon. Only Hunters could do that. Is that what type of Class you are?"

I was confused for most of that statement. Hunters? Class? Evade? More questions just keep piling up. Shaking my head to get it together, we continued on, picketing through the dead Fallen for more ammo and continuing on towards the building.

As we got there, a group of Dregs and the weird drones that chased Ghost a while back came out to fire on us. These drones' main bodies were roundish, with a series of glowing yellow eyes on the front, two roundish pieces in the back that looked like jet engines, and outfitted with a torrent on its belly that fired small and tiny bolts of energy.

"Skanks. Watch out." Ghost warned.

After I duck and fired back on the enemy, quickly taking care of them, before proceeding inside. Ghost spoke out "I'm picking up traces of an old jumpship. Could be our ticket out of here."

"Great." I said. "Cause this back and forth of you pointing things out that I have no idea and shooting roided-up spider aliens was getting tedious."

Ghost chuckled, sounding slightly amused yet annoyed. "Just find the freaking jumpship, smart mouth."

I moved further on in as the Ghost wished. I snuck through and blasted some more Fallen along the way. I took great, yet dark, satisfaction in sniping a Fallen Dreg's head off while it was crouched down, for some reason. Afterwards I came across a large room. What I saw inside the large room was wild greenery all over the floor, a large chunk of the ceiling exposed, a large dark hole on the right wall and several Fallen. The two pieces worth noting were the large creature and the ship.

In the other end of the room was a large old-looking spaceship, hanging in the air by a mess of wires. The ship was big, practically the size of a speedboat, and looked like something you would find in Star Wars. It's main body was long and pointed, the tip of the ship looking like a cannon. It had what looked like engines on its sides that looked like its wings and a main thruster engine on the very back. It looked worn and rusted but looked decent enough to use. Ghost classified it as an Arcadia-class Jumpship, whatever that means. But it was our ticket out of here so it was good news.

The bad news was the Fallen that were tearing it apart. One particular Fallen creature was larger than the rest. It was large, practically around 6-7 feet tall, decked in similar color of armor and rags. It had four clawed arms as well, with a large rifle being held by the upper two. The helmet it wore looked like a skull but with flap-like wings and spikes. My helmet locked onto the said big Fallen and a name appeared over it like a videogame: Rahn, Devil Captain.

'Neat name.' I thought.

"Clear them out?" I asked Ghost.

"Clear them out."Ghost affirmed.

I took out my sniper and shot another Fallen Vandel's head off. They didn't like that. I ducked under a pile of equipment as the Captain fired bursts of fire at me from its gun. I maneuvered around the cover off the room, firing at the Dregs and Vandels. I found a weird device on the ground and it lit up and sparked as I picked it up, beeping wildly.

'Shit, Grenade!' I thought.

I looked around at where to toss it, when I looked at the left side of the room where a squad of Shanks appeared. On instinct, I tossed it towards them and ducked under cover. After a loud blast of sparks and explosions, where the Shanks floated were a pile sparking and destroyed metal. I sighed in relief and turn my head around...to find the Captain right in front of me.

"Ah Shi-" Was all I could say before the big Fallen roared and knocked me into the middle of the room. I groaned in pain before he jumped in front of me and pulled out two giant sparking swords. It roared to the heavens before bringing down onto me.

I quickly reached out and grabbed the blades with my bare hands. I gritted my teeth, straining against the larger creature's strength, the swords' sharp blades sinking into my armored leather gloves. The Captain was momentarily surprised at my action and strength before it growled in venomous hate and pushed the swords forward. The swords then sparked alive with electricity and started shocking me. I let out a gritted-teeth scream of pain, the electricity surging into my body.

As I strained and was losing consciousness against the pain, memories started flashing around my head. Of my friends, my father, my mother, Annabeth. I remembered that I had to survive, to find out what it is going on, to find out what happened to them, what happened to me. And I couldn't do that if I'm dead. As I started gaining the strength to push forward, one last memory came up in my head, but not one that I remembered. All that I saw was face, a woman's face, whitish-blue skin, blue glowing eyes, white flowing hair. And a smile on her face.

My fists tightened and gripped the cracking swords, pushing back, newfound strength surging within me. The lightning that surged onto me started coursing around my glowing body, till it was all around me. My eyes saw white and blue and the creature that tried to kill me and that was all that I cared to focus on.

With a roar of fury, the swords shattered in my hands and I brought my head forward and smashed it against the Fallen's head. Both our helmets shattered to pieces in a thundering rumble, muting the screams of the Fallen Captain as it shot up into the air, lightning covering it head to toe, and it disintegrated into nothing but dust.

I shot up to my feet, energy surging around me. I let instinct take over again and I slammed my hands into the ground below me, a final thundering shockwave resulting out. I poured the energy coursing around my body and onto the ground, pouring it out from me. As I finished, I collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion and laid there panting.

For about two seconds, before I felt better. I heaved myself up from the ground and looked around me. Around me was a swirling ring of pure white Light. It swirled around the ground below me like the top of a tornado and me in the eye of it. I felt a wave of calm and warm energy sooth me, seemingly healing my wounds and exhaustion.

It stayed there for a few seconds before it too soon evaporated into nothing. I let out a sigh and looked to my left, looking at the Ghost that floated there, looking at me with what I would assume as pure shock.

"W-Wha-What just happened?" It said with a shocked tone. I was right. "What did you just do there? That looked like a Healing Rift. And with that Fallen Captain? That looked like a Striker Titan's Fist of Havoc. But that's impossible. You did a Hunter Evade earlier. How could you have done a Hunter Evade, but use a Titan's Fist of Havoc and a Warlock's Healing Ring?"

Half of what it said confused the hell out of me, but I got the gist. What I did now and then was impossible for whatever I was. 'Great. No matter what kind of situation I'm in, I'm always the impossible one.' I thought with bitter remembrance.

Seeing as I wasn't about to give it answers, The Ghost shook itself and let out, somehow, a sigh. "Well, whatever is going on, I'm sure we can figure it out later. Right now, lets see if the Fallen haven't damaged the ship enough so we can get us out of here."

I nodded, my mind ringing and the memory of this mystery woman practically glued onto the back of my eyelids. I picked up the Khvostov off the ground next to me when I was launched, and secured the Calcutta strapped to my back. I walked to where the Ghost was inspecting the ship.

The Ghost said "Hmm, its been here awhile. Hasn't made a jump in centuries. Heh, We're lucky the Fallen haven't completely picked it clean.

I wanted to freeze there and ask it what it meant by 'centuries', my brain, for all the Seaweed everybody jokes that I have in there, knowing for a fact that there weren't any kind of ships like this when I was 16, but prioritizing escape then questions, I asked "Will it it fly, if that is what is supposed to do?"

Ghost looked to me and said "That is what its suppose to do and I can make it work." It vanished in a flash of white and blue. After a few seconds of the sounds of scanning and the thuds of struck metal, the ship woke up. The lights around it glowed, the engines on its wings growled and screeched alive as flames and air shot out. The ship wobbled and moved in the air, the wires that held it to what was left of the ceiling snapping off and it floated in mid-air, the dust off the ground blowing away where it hovered.

I looked in awe of the ship and simply said with wonder "Awesome!"

Ghost's voice rang out from the ship. "Ok...flip a switch here, flip a switch there and...there we go! Its not going to break orbit, but it just might get us to the City."

I called out, trying to speak through the roar of the engines, saying "Again, our we sure there isn't any other way we can get there. Like maybe hot-wire a car or hijack a boat?"

Ghost's voice replied "All the car's around here a long since dead and the ocean is hundreds of miles away from here, so no. Now, about that transmat..."

A menacing thud sounded out from behind me. I turned to find a few Fallen Dregs and Vandels crawl out of the dark, menacing hole in the wall. What followed made me freeze in horror. If the Captain was big, whatever this abomination that came out of the hole was massive. The creature looked the same as the Fallen, what with the Spider-like look, the armor, and the four arms, but it was almost twice as big as the Captain, carried a cannon-size rifle in one of its hands and it helmet was a freakshow combination of a spider and the Minotaur, horns included. In fact, I feel like this thing could go toe to toe with the actual Minotaur and win.

As they directed their gaze at me and I readied my gun at them, Ghost called out with a hurry "Ok and with that, I'm bringing you in. Right Now."

Suddenly, I was enveloped in a blue light, similar to Ghosts's, and a second later found myself in what looked like the cockpit of the ship I was standing outside of. I looked out to find the Vandels and Dregs, that are now shooting at us, and the monster size Fallen slowly get shorter and farther away as the ship ascended in the air.

I gripped my seat for dear life, panic of being shot out of the sky, by the Fallen or by a lightning bolt, courtesy of a petty uncle of a god, skyrocketing. I found Ghost hovering beside me and it said "Alright lets get out of this Fallen infested hellhole and get to the City. Its time to go home."

As the ship turned and shot out into the sky, me all the while screaming my lungs off, I noticed something before. A cloaked figure on the roof of a building, rifle in hand and covered in armor. I could only see the glowing robotic blue eyes that shined from its hood-covered head, before the ship's engines roared and we shot out into the sky.

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And there we go ladies and gents, the second chapter of this fic of mine and the end of the first mission of the Destiny story. So you can relax everybody who thought this was a one-shot.

The reason for the long update? Crazy events that happened in my life and me wanting to get this chapter right. Its hard to describe the scenery and enemies of a video-game when the video game Wiki and sites don't give you a description of how they look like, so I had to look at the places and enemies and detail them in my head to the best of my ability.

I also wanted to put as many video-game jokes as I could, probably to make the scenes that were overly too video-game-ish more realistic. I also wanted to not detail every encounter in the first mission of the tutorial simply because that would a) too long and b) too boring and tedious, so I compromised by only making the more eventful moments of the mission into detail and leave the rest to your imaginations.

Anyways, as for your guy's answers for what Class of Guardian Percy was, There you have it. It will be explained next chapters, as well as explaining to Percy about the Light. As for how I wanted to depict the Light in this story, I wanted it to come off as best as I could of it being a new sensation that is constantly around Percy and yet an unknown to be revealed. Hopefully you guys liked it.

Also if you guys have any questions about Percy suddenly using a Super, and yes that is what it was, in the tutorial when even we couldn't do that in, its Percy Freaking Jackson, when is anything with him ever predictable.

Anyways that's all for now. I hope you guys like this story, leave your comments and questions in the reviews, positive and constructive criticism always welcomed, and hope to update soon.

Next Time: Percy finds out more of this strange world, of who he is, and fear come true.

THIS HAS BEEN ZAYDEN STORMVOID AND, WHILE THIS IS A BIT LATE, I HOPED YOU GUYS HAD A HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!