So it's been a while. A long while. Sorry for the update time but this year along with COVID has been rough on me and my family. My grades were not where they should be, and my parents separated. I've also had some self-esteem issues and depression, but I finally seem to be getting a hang of things and am ready to get back into writing. It also let me read over what I have right now and be a better writer. I also know where this story is going as opposed to when I started it, as I knew the general idea but now I have a definitive plan. Also, the support I have gotten from readers is absurd, and I'll be responding to all the reviews at the bottom of this chapter. Thanks so much for waiting patiently and enjoy the chapter.
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"Winter is Coming."
-Ned Stark
Daenerys POV
Daenerys looked over the city of Pentos. The sun bearing down on the land made the sea sparkle like stars and the city glow brightly as people milled about doing their morning routine. She had grown to like Pentos over the years she spent with their generous host Illyrio, but not enough to stop longing for her home. She knew Westeros was somewhere beyond that sea, waiting for her and her brother, the true heir to the Iron Throne, to return. Today if she appealed to Khal Drogo, they could start making plans for their return home with a grand army at their backs.
Daenerys was bothered by the marriage proposal, knowing full well she didn't want to marry the Dothraki savage. Of course it was never up to her, but her brother's disregard for her own feelings hurt the young Targaryen. Her brother always acted like he knew what was best for them, but some days Daenerys wondered whether he cared for her or her value.
"Daenerys?" she heard her brother call out to her. His voice cut through the peaceful scene like a knife through butter. "Daenerys!" he repeated. She heard his steps echo in the room, and she turned to face him, exasperated. "There's our bride-to-be!" she noticed him carrying white silk in his hands and his gleeful smile. "Look, a gift from Illyrio," of course it wasn't from him. He hardly gave her anything, much less a fine dress. When she came closer, she couldn't help but admire the simple beauty the dress had. "Touch it!" Viserys said, in a cheerful tone that said he was incredibly happy. "Go on, feel the fabric," he offered it to her. She knew he was proud of himself for this day. She ran her hand over it, the soft material folding under her hands. "Isn't he a gracious host?" Viserys asked, although he already knew the answer.
Daenerys looked up at him, "We've been his guests for over a year, and he's never asked us for anything." She was surprised at the willingness their host had to provide them with any need without anything in return.
Viserys smirked at her response, "Illyrio's no fool. He knows I won't forget my friends when I come into my throne." Daenerys had no answer for him. Her brother was a fool, who thought it was destiny for him to have the Iron Throne. He thought himself a dragon of the Targaryen family, and that nobody would dare touch him or mean him harm. Daenerys knew better, but she wouldn't question her brother.
A crashing sound interrupted the two, shattering what peace or tranquility remained along with a portion of the ceiling, as stone and dust crashed about. The two Targaryens jumped at the sudden interruption. A groan came from the pile of rubble, clearly a man's voice, deep and powerful. A lumbering figure rose from the dust, and Daenerys could see the man towered over 6 feet, taller than both herself, Viserys, and even Illyrio. When he passed through the dust cloud, Daenerys was taken aback.
Despite his form, he was actually built similar to warriors who rode on horseback, not as big as they were fit and nimble. His whole form was chiseled to a point. If Daenerys had to use one word to describe the man, it would have to be godlike (Lol see what I did there). When Daenerys' eye finally made their way to his head, she immediately noticed the startling sea-green eyes. She had never seen eyes like this, that seemed to shine with their own glow. For a moment she was entrapped by his gaze, until she broke the stare and noticed his other features. He had an untamed mane of black hair, though the look seemed to fit him. He looked like a warrior who had grown up a fisher on the docks.
Viserys put a hand on the pommel of his sword, though Daenerys knew full well the man could take her brother with ease. Her brother rarely used the sword, and it was mostly for looks. "Who are you?" he asked tersely. Daenerys could instantly feel the tension in the room rising.
The man shook his messy hair, holding his hands to his head for a moment before seeming to just realize the siblings were there. "Oh, sorry I didn't notice you. Did you say something?" he asked. Daenerys wondered how he seemed fine after crashing through their roof. She also wondered how he got up there in the first place.
"I said, who are you?" Viserys repeated, raising his voice a bit. The man raised an eyebrow at the forceful tone.
"That is very rude. You first," he said. Viserys visibly recoiled, not used to being spoken to like this.
"Do you not recognize the last remaining child of house Targaryen, rightful heir to the Iron Throne?" Daenerys of course was not mentioned in the introduction.
The man just looked confused and shrugged, "I suppose not, but that doesn't really answer my question."
Daenerys could feel Viserys tense up next to her, which she responded to by placing a hand on her brother's shoulder. She figured it was her turn. "I'm sorry for him, he just has a lot on his mind. I am Daenerys of House Targaryen, and this is my brother Viserys, also of House Targaryen," she spoke. The man's whole complexion changed when he was greeted kindlier, and he smiled.
"Thank you. I am Percy Jackson, and I don't really know what you mean by house. Though one time someone did tell me I would be in House Hufflepuff, so maybe that's it?" the man said. How had he never heard of a house? Everybody identified by their ancestors. It showed their status in society. She had also never heard of a House Hufflepuff, so he couldn't have come from a prominent family. The name 'Percy' was unfamiliar and unique to her as well.
Viserys also noted this as he smirked. "Well, 'Percy Jackson of House Hufflepuff' we would like to know how you fell through our roof, and why you were up there in the first place," Viserys questioned. Daenerys knew her brother felt more important than him because of his house name, and internally rolled her eyes.
"Erm… You called me to fix your satellite dish?" he asked more than stated. He shuffled his feet awkwardly. Daenerys had no idea what a satellite dish was, so she looked to her brother who seemed just as perplexed. "Just kidding… by the way," the man again awkwardly added, but clearly the two siblings didn't understand the joke. "I actually have no idea how I got up there, I just remember waking up as I crashed through a ceiling, and now here I am," he said.
Daenerys didn't know whether to believe him or not. Viserys clearly did not. "Nobody just falls through a roof, not knowing how they arrived there in the first place," he said.
The man shrugged again, having no response to this. "Well I'm telling the truth. Also, where am I?" he asked. Daenerys now had no idea how to respond to Percy. How did one not know where he was? He had to arrive there somehow. "And I mean literally, not, like, philosophically or something," he continued.
"Well… um… you are on the continent of Essos, more specifically the city of Pentos, in a Manse owned by Illyrio that we are staying in," Daenerys tried to answer his question, though she was still curious as to how he got here.
"I've never heard of a continent named Essos," he stated, more to himself than them. "Although Zeus did write that I would be on another world, but there's no way I actually am, right?" he continued muttering to himself. His eyes went wide, and he grew panicked. "Do you guys know what America is? Or Europe, or Africa, Asia, or anything close?" he rushed out. He was much closer to them, and she could faintly smell the sea rolling off him. She wasn't sure why she was referred to as a guy but didn't question it for now.
None of those names sounded familiar to Daenerys, but she didn't want to hurt him. Viserys had a different thought. "I have been taught about every continent, world, kingdom, and house, and never once have I heard any of those names," he told Percy, rather harshly.
Percy seemed to tense up more now, fists clenching and unclenching. His face grew slightly red, and he started pacing, muttering words to himself that the siblings couldn't hear. Finally, he stopped and sighed loudly, rubbing his forehead, and running a hand through his hair.
He approached them again, looking more resolved and calmer. "Thank you for answering my questions, for now," he said. They were still bewildered at the whole situation.
None of the 3 knew what to do next, although Viserys looked to be about to speak up. Before he could, though, Percy disappeared from their very eyes. She had to blink to make sure she saw correctly. No sound or movement, he just vanished from sight. She thought she had hallucinated the whole encounter but Viserys looked about rapidly as well, so clearly they both saw the man arrive and leave.
The two Targaryen siblings looked towards each other with utter confusion in their eyes, but neither had any answers for the other.
-Line Break-
Percy awoke again in pain. Lots of pain. He could tell by the feeling of the sun on his face and the grass on his back that he was outside. He struggled to sit up, groaning all the way. His whole body felt bruised, like he fell a long way to the ground. Now he was just sitting on his ass looking around him. There was nothing for miles around him, except maybe some mountains or hills and a dirt road going through the valley. The grass was a soft green, and he could tell it was around mid-day by the sun beaming down on him.
The scene was completely different from the previous beautiful building he had collapsed on, though held a different but almost better beauty. He thought back to his previous encounter with the two silver-haired siblings and remembered that he was in a completely new world. He groaned again, louder than the first time.
When Percy stood up he felt a little woozy and took a moment to steady himself. As he walked to the road he could hear hooves and looked down the road to see a gathering of people on horses. They all wore cloaks with fur coats around their shoulders as if it was the medieval times. Where the hell was he, a Renaissance Fair? They even had swords in scabbards on their belts like the boy Viserys had. He could see them slowing down as they got closer to where he was.
"Who goes there?" the one in front shouted. He had a slight accent and a deep, burly voice. He was also ginger and wore a black vest with black pants and a black cloak, topped with a gray wolf pelt around his shoulders. Man, this guy reminded Percy of Nico.
"Umm… hi?" Percy responded. Wasn't the best greeting he's had.
"This is Lord Stark of Winterfell, with his guard and children. Who are you?" a man to the left questioned. He had a white beard and a helmet on. By this point he had assumed he was in some sort of medieval world, far less advanced than Earth. His main thought was hopefully they had plumbing.
"I'm Percy Jackson of Manhattan?" Percy decided this was an ok answer. Far better than his stupid Hufflepuff statement back at the other place. That was his ADHD talking.
"I've never heard of a Manhattan in Westeros. Is it in the North or South?" the Stark guy asked.
Percy sighed once again. "Well its actually really far from here. Not even on this continent," he said vaguely remembering something about other continents from his previous conversation.
The men around him raised their eyebrows, not believing his story entirely. Percy didn't care if they believed him much, he just needed a nap and some food. His stomach growled violently at the thought of food.
"And how did you get here, Percy Jackson of House Manhattan?" the same man asked. Back again with the house's thing. Percy internally laughed that they thought Manhattan was his house.
"Honestly, I have no idea. I just woke up on the ground like 5 minutes ago," he said. He seemed to be waking up in the middle of nowhere a lot. The men looked at him skeptically still.
"What should we do with him, Lord Stark," the man finally asked. They all looked towards one man wearing the same outfit as all the others. His hair was slightly ginger and had a rugged face.
The Stark guy sat for a bit, clearly thinking. "You may come with us, to Winterfell. We can provide food and shelter while you get back on your feet," he offered.
"Lord Stark!" another said, clearly younger, and a more sharpened face than most of the others. "We do not know this man. He is dangerous," he protested.
"Theon" Stark scolded, "We help any who need it. We are Starks." He spoke. The man Theon mumbled something under his breath. "We are close to Winterfell. You can join us, however we have no spare horses," he told Percy.
Percy shrugged "I don't need a horse. Thank you, sir, for your help," he said. He bowed his head out of respect. He was glad there were still good people in this world.
"Lord Stark is not a sir. He is a lord, the Warden of the North. Speak with more respect," the same boy said.
Percy narrowed his eyes at the boy. "I respect those who earn it in my eyes. He may be a lord, but he is not my lord. I bowed because he has already been kind to me, not because his position," Percy remembered Poseidon's words to him. He was raised to respect people but learned betrayal and how to make his own opinions on people. He already wasn't fond of this boy, who was clearly an arrogant prick.
Theon glared but stayed silent when the older Stark raised his hand. "I admire that. I demand nothing of you," he stated. Percy was starting to hate how everybody spoke so formally here. It was weird after the slang people in his age used.
"Thank you," Percy responded. He considered his options here. He was fine with going to Winterfell, and he was grateful they would give him a place to stay and some food. But he also needed to have a more long-term solution to his apparent homelessness. "I can serve on your guard," Percy exclaimed.
Percy was more shocked than anybody else there. He just blurted that out without consideration. He wasn't even sure he knew what he was saying. The Stark paused, clearly contemplating. "Can you fight?" he asked. Percy nodded. "How well?" he asked again.
Well, Percy wasn't the best swordsmen in camp for nothing. "Very well. One of the best from where I come from. I only want a place to stay, some food, and some good company," Percy continued.
The Stark smiled at his requests. "You'll find no better company than the men of the North. Very well. I will let you serve on my guard. You will, however, be watched carefully. But you will be given food, shelter, a sword, and a place to call home for the while," the Stark told Percy.
"Thanks, Lord Stark," Percy said with a smirk. He liked these new people. They were a lot better than that Viserys person. Well, everyone except that Theon guy.
Stark chuckled and turned on his horse. "Hope you don't mind walking. We don't have far to go." Percy shrugged. Wasn't like he had much choice anyway.
(*)(*)(*)
They were crossing a bridge in the forest when they saw the deer. They had been talking for the entire ride about Westeros, Winterfell, and the North. He had grown to like the Starks, and it seemed like most of them liked him. Besides Theon, of course. They had tried to convince Stark that he shouldn't let Percy into his guard, because they just met him. Percy thought those were reasonable points, but Stark just about ignored them.
He met and talked to his eldest son, Robb Stark, and another boy named Jon Snow. He was mildly confused at the whole bastard thing. Why did it matter if he was born from a different mother? He was still the Stark's son, and from the North. But he didn't pry much. Clearly this was a touchy subject among the family. He also talked to one of the younger kids, Bran Stark. The kid was nervous and a little shaky but didn't seem all too bad. He also learned of Stark's other kids, Sansa Stark, his eldest daughter, Arya Stark, his other daughter, and Rickon Stark, his youngest kid. He had a damn large family.
He also listened to Stark talk about his wife, Catelyn Stark. He could tell that Stark loved her, even though it had been a forced marriage. He could hear it in his voice and in his eyes. He saw it all the time with his friends at camp, Jason and Piper, Frank and Hazel, Leo and Calypso. He hoped he had it with Annabeth. He certainly loved her. They had asked him questions as well, about where he was from and how he got here. He was impossibly vague and could tell it was frustrating them all. At least he could be honest about how he just woke up in the middle of the road.
The two at the front, Jon and Theon, stopped their horses. "There's a deer right in the middle of the road. Dumb beast got itself killed," Theon announced. Percy frowned at his blatant cruelty. It was just a poor deer. Its not like it wanted to die there. He grimaced at the sight of it. The guts spilled out of its stomach, while maggots crawled around it. The two got off and tied their horses to the side, while Robb and Stark dismounted. Percy followed suit.
Stark walked toward the animal, looking grave. He could pull off a really good constantly grumpy look. "What is it?" Jon asked him when he walked by.
"Mountain lion?" Theon asked as well. Percy scoffed. Why the hell would there be a mountain lion in the middle of the forest, in the North and no mountains in sight?
Stark shook his head. "There are no mountain lions in these woods," he told Theon. Percy noticed the dots of red, and drag marks going to the right. Stark seemed to as well.
They walked down the stream, over another bridge. Percy felt calm in this forest, but not quite at ease. There was an underlying sense of danger tingling at his spine, like they were being watched or stalked. The stream continued on for a distance, but the white animal caught their eye. The two in front, Stark and his main guard, Jory Cassel, drew their swords. It was just a precaution, but Percy supposed there was reason if this was the animal that killed the deer.
They stopped when they got near, seeing the small wriggling pups first, then the blood red stain and antler protruding from its neck. Percy frowned again when he knew that the pups had not mother. They would die out here alone. Stark knelt down examining the animal. Percy thought it was a wolf, but it looked way too big. This thing could be the size of a small car.
"It's a freak!" Theon shouted. Percy resisted the urge to punch him.
"It's a Direwolf," Stark said. He turned to look towards Ser Rodrick Cassel, an adviser and uncle to Jory. They shared a grim stare, and he turned to the pups. "Tough old beast," he said, yanking the antler out of the neck. The tip was crimson with the wolf's blood. He tossed it aside.
"There are no Direwolves south of The Wall," Robb stated. What was The Wall?
"Now there are five," Jon responded. Percy couldn't help but go 'no shit' in his mind. Clearly these wolves weren't supposed to be here. Nothing to do about that now. Jon knelt beside Stark and lifted one of them into his arms. "Want to hold it?" he offered Bran. Bran took the animal, who let out cute whimpers and squirmed.
"Where will they go?" Bran asked. "Their mother's dead." These people loved to state the obvious. The pup still squirmed in his arms.
"They don't belong down here," Rodrick spoke from behind. They were just animals. Its not like they care about borders and crap.
Stark picked himself up, brushing off his cloak. "Better a quick death" he said, "they won't last without their mother." He sheathed his sword.
Theon grabbed the wolf in Bran's arms. "Right. Give it here," he demanded, pulling out a knife. No point in asking if you're going to just take it.
"No!" Bran yelled as the wolf yelped and squealed.
"Put away your blade," Rob hissed. Percy agreed wholeheartedly.
"I take orders from your father, not you," Theon said. Man that boy was sadistic.
Bran turned to Stark, "Please father!" he begged.
Stark shook his head, "I'm sorry Bran."
"Stark," Percy spoke up. "They're just babies. If you don't want to keep them, I will. I'll train them and take care of them." He also thought it was incredibly cruel to give Bran the pup to hold and then take it away to kill it. Having some massive wolves would be badass too.
"Lord Stark," Jon started, "There are five pups," he gestured to the litter. "One for each of the Stark children. The Direwolf is the sigil of your house. They were meant to have them," he said. Percy was a little disappointed but was fine with the pups being with the children, as long as they weren't killed for no reason.
Stark thought for a bit. "You will train them yourselves. You will feed them yourselves. And if they die, you will bury them yourselves," he stated with no room for debate.
Kind of brutal, but ok. The older boys picked up the pups, although Percy didn't trust Theon to not rip it's head off with his teeth. As they started walking back up, he heard Bran ask Jon why he didn't have one.
"I'm not a Stark," he replied. Percy rolled his eyes at the notion that he was worse than all of them just because of blood. He certainly seemed a lot better than Theon.
They headed back to the road and climbed their horses. Percy raised an eyebrow at the new albino white pup in Jon's arms but said nothing. The ride back was quiet while the boys held and stroked their pups, and Percy kept trudging along with his sack of eggs and backpack. When they arrived at Winterfell, the city was bustling with activity. There was a huge expanse of land around it that was barren with nothing but grass fields. He couldn't see a single tree.
The castle itself impressed Percy. Sure, it wasn't even in the ballpark of Olympus, or even New Rome, but it was still beautiful. It had wide circular spires rising up, and a large portion set aside that Percy could see the peaks of a grove in. There were a couple stables outside, and tents and hastily made structures that were clearly for the citizens to sell wares and trade. He noted it had a rather dull feel to it. Not quiet, but isolated, and the people were all covered in cloaks or large robes. Percy couldn't really feel the cold given his Poseidon blood and Hestia's blessing.
When they got close to the front gates, the guards took one look at the group and opened them wide. The gates swung open to reveal People milled about inside, and he could see a number of different buildings. This was clearly the center of attention in Winterfell, like the marketplace.
"Father!" a child yelled while sprinting toward Stark. It was a girl, with braided hair and a light blue dress. Stark dismounted his horse and handed the reigns to a nearby boy. He caught the excited girl, swinging her in circles and smiling.
"Is this Arya," Percy asked Jory who just handed his horse to the same boy.
"Yes. She's quite the fierce little lady," he said fondly. "The two behind are Lady Catelyn Stark, and Sansa Stark," he informed Percy.
Percy figured the one with the striking red hair was Sansa based on what Stark said, and the other Catelyn. She had soft brown hair, and wrinkles around her eyes that told Percy she smiled a lot. She reminded Percy of his own mother.
"Sansa!" Stark said while hugging his daughter. "My love," he said again as he and Catelyn embraced. He heard her repeat the phrase. When they separated Stark gestured Percy forward. "I would like you to meet Perseus, of Manhattan. We found him on the road, and he has pledged to be on my guard," he told the family.
Percy bowed his head toward the group. "Lady Catelyn, Lady Sansa, Lady Arya," he greeted each of them.
"I've never heard of Manhattan?" Arya blurted.
"Arya" her mother said, shooting the girl a stern look.
"It's alright, not many have. It's in a different continent," Percy kept with the half-lie half-truth.
"Well, I would like to formally welcome you to Winterfell. Ser Rodrick, could you show Perseus to the guard's quarters?" Catelyn asked.
"Of course, milady," he said and started guiding Percy away. Percy got a short tour of the castle and talked about certain parts. He learned of the Godswood, which he needed to ask more about. He was told of where the Stark family stayed in case of an attack. Percy himself examined the structure for strengths and weaknesses. Given his luck, he figured they would be attacked some time or another while he was here. Inside the guard's quarters was quite bare. They each got a double bed and a chest at the foot for their belongings. There was also a wardrobe beside each bed for their clothes, uniforms, and anything else.
"Usually you will not have to wear a specific uniform, however you will need their sigil on your clothes, so you are recognized as part of the guard," Ser Rodrick informed him. That's cool. He figured they would all be wearing identical clothes, like minions or something. "Once you are settled, we will find a sword for you, along with clothes you may want or need," Ser Rodrick continued.
"No need to get me a sword, I have one," Percy told him. "Though I will need a scabbard most likely," he said. He figured if a sword was a common weapon, he probably shouldn't reveal that he could transform one from a pen and a ring. Even if they didn't know what pens were.
"Where is your sword?" Ser Rodrick questioned. Percy cursed himself. How was he supposed to pull one out without revealing anything suspicious?
Eh, whatever. "It is enchanted. Back where I come from, they could make certain weapons with concealing attributes that helped," Percy started telling Ser Rodrick. "But please, don't go about shouting it to the world. If someone asks you, you can tell the truth. I won't ask you to lie on my behalf, but please don't give the information away for fun," he asked Ser Rodrick. He had a feeling the man wasn't some guy that went telling secrets and betraying trusts.
Ser Rodrick raised an eyebrow. "An enchanted sword?" Percy nodded. "You'll have to show me then. It must be quite an interesting trick," he said. Percy had no problems revealing his sword. He didn't really want to reveal Riptide yet though, since he probably wouldn't get any use out of it here.
He pulled his ring off his left pointer finger, and it sprang into a replica of Anaklusmos. Ser Rodrick, startled, stumbled back while his eyebrows sprang into his head. The sword felt the same as Riptide, and Percy recognized the trident on the base of the blade. However, this time, wrapped around the trident was a branch, which Percy just knew was an olive branch. Nice touch Hephaestus. Another difference was the engraved words, which instead of reading Anaklusmos in Ancient Greek, read Aivine, or Maelstrom.
"Well, that's quite the sword," Ser Rodrick stated after recovering from his shock. "The design is different from any I've ever seen. Where was it made?" he asked Percy.
"My own country. A friend and mentor made it for me. He's probably the best craftsman I know," Percy told no lies.
"And what tongue is the engraving in?" Ser Rodrick continued.
"Ancient Greek. You wouldn't know about it though from what I know about this country. It reads Aivine, or Maelstrom in this language," Percy told the elderly man.
"You named it," he stated. Percy nodded. "It must be special then. Here, only swords with great deeds get names. Does yours have any?" he asked.
"Not yet. But maybe it will get some with Lord Stark," said Percy, smiling.
"You are full of surprises, Perseus. I will leave you now to get settled. Please find me, Jory, or Lord Stark when you are ready," Ser Rodrick finished and strolled out the door. All Percy had were the clothes on his back, his eggs, and his backpack. He put the backpack in the chest but kept the eggs with him. He didn't want these to be found by anyone, and the safest place was with himself. He felt a certain protectiveness towards them, like he needed to keep them safe at all times. He supposed this was what mothers always felt like.
Not 5 minutes later he walked out the door with the sack of eggs in his hand. Percy walked to the courtyard where he met the whole family. He saw Jon and Robb sparring while Theon and Bran watched. The clang of swords echoed in the courtyard. The sounds were somewhat familiar to Percy. The clang of swords, or the smell of fire reminded him of Percy, but missed the smell of strawberries and the waves crashing along the shore.
He missed Camp and everyone in it, but most of all was Annabeth. He knew she worried about him right now, just as he always worried about her. He couldn't even warn her before he was whisked away into this new world. He missed seeing her fierce grey eyes, or her blonde hair that she still hated so much. But he knew the only way back was to finish his task, which he didn't even know yet. For as much change he brought about in the Gods, they were still massive pains in his ass.
He approached the sparring group.
"Hello," he started. He felt slightly awkward with them. He knew he was really supposed to be guarding their father, but he figured he'd get to know them a bit too.
The two sparring stopped. "What are you doing here," Theon snapped. Percy supposed Theon still hated him for telling him down earlier.
"Theon," Robb Stark shot him a look. "We are just sparring. We heard the king is coming soon. My father received a raven from the Capital. Jon here," he ruffled said boy's hair "wants to be better than the Kingslayer," the kids all laughed but the one in question.
Percy raised his eyebrows at this news. Not only was the king coming, but someone called the Kingslayer came with him. Sounded kind of counterproductive if he was honest. "Quit it. I'll be going to the Night's Watch soon. I want to make sure I can fight when I get there," Jon told him.
"What's the Night's Watch?" Percy asked. Sounded like a cult to Percy, but he also thought that sounded stupid.
"How have you not heard of the Night's Watch?" Theon prodded Percy again. He shrugged.
"They're an army that defends The Wall from Wildlings, among other things," Jon said with sincerity and respect.
Theon scoffed. "Army? They're a band of misfits and criminals that the kingdoms couldn't bother holding in their cells," he remarked.
"That's not true. They're the defenders of The Wall. It's one of the most important jobs in the Seven Kingdoms," Jon shot back. Percy could clearly see this was a touchy subject.
"Either way, I'm glad you know what you want, Jon. It's good to have a direction in life. It gives you goals to reach for," Percy told the boys. He figured he'd better end this argument before it got out of hand. Jon nodded.
"Do any of you know where your father is? I was told to find him after I got settled," Percy asked them. He also had no idea what to do when Stark didn't need protection.
"He went into the Godswood. Probably praying, or talking to our mother," Robb told him. Percy nodded.
"Thanks."
He strode to the opening in the walls, where there was a clear grove of trees. He could see the tips of red leaves in the middle and figured there was something of importance there. He walked through, looking around him. It was like an oasis in a stone world, with trees sprouting everywhere. He could feel a stream nearby, his power reaching out for the familiar touch of water.
His water powers were in overdrive since he got here. He always knew where the closest body of water was, and how far down the closest pool of groundwater was. He felt he could reach out without a thought in the world and make a new lake right where he stood. Though that wouldn't be good, he still felt the power within him straining to be used. He supposed this was what it was like in a world without gods. It was rather unsettling if he was honest.
Percy brought himself out of his thoughted when he reached a small pool, where Stark and Catelyn were talking while sitting by the shore. He didn't want to disturb them, so he sat against a tree and crossed his legs.
He reached out with his senses for the first time, allowing the pull in his gut to start. He practiced pulling the water vapor around him into a small ball, where he could hold it in his palm. He noticed it took no effort from him to do this. He had done this before in his own world, and it had taken a lot of pain in his gut and focus to pull the water into a different shape.
He froze the water into ice, feeling the cold in his hand. Then, he warmed the ball of ice, but focused on keeping it in its icy state. He continued warming it, but not allowing it to melt until he could feel it slowly become warmer than his body temperature and heat his palms. Then he finally let it go and it almost immediately turned to vapor.
By then he noticed the two approaching him, aware he was there but he could tell they hadn't seen his theatrics. "Stark, Catelyn," he greeted.
"Perseus," Stark greeted him back. "Did you settle into your quarters?" he implored. Percy nodded. "Good. I will need you in these upcoming days. You are aware of the king's visit, correct?" Percy nodded again. "I will need your help in setting up, and when it comes, monitoring the feast," Stark informed him. Percy continued nodding, feeling like he wasn't doing anything else. "You will also keep close to me when greeting them, and during the feast. Meaning no offense, I would like to monitor you for the while," Stark told him.
"No offense taken. I'm honestly surprised you trusted me enough to be part of your guard so soon," Percy remarked.
"I know a good man when I see one. I see one in you, so don't prove me wrong," he declared. Percy went back to nodding. "Now, Ser Rodrick mentioned something about an enchanted sword?" Stark asked with a raise of his eyebrows.
"Yeah, I have one," Percy said. He wasn't surprised Ser Rodrick told Stark, since Stark was his lord and friend. He wasn't offended or anything. "Though I would prefer to have it kept a mild secret, I don't mind showing you guys."
"We would very much like to see this," Catelyn spoke up. "I've never seen anything enchanted or magical, so I suppose this would be a small miracle."
Percy smirked and pulled his ring off. Once again, it sprang into Maelstrom in his hand, while he held it up to the light peering through the trees.
The couple backed away, though Stark's eyes lit up with curiosity. "That's an impressive blade. I've never seen anything like it," he exclaimed. "What's it made out of?" he asked.
"A metal from my home-land, infused with normal steel. The metal gives it the bronze tinge," he told them.
"And what do the engravings mean?" he inquired, slowly running his hand along the blade.
"The one of the trident at the bottom with the olive branch around it is a rather personal story. The words read Aivine in another language, or Maelstrom in this one," he said.
"Must have been an expert craftsman. I've never seen engravings in a sword as delicate and precise as this," he observed. "Well, at least I know you have a sword. I hope you know how to use it," he said. Well, that was ominous.
(*)(*)(*)
Percy had been in Winterfell a week, and already he knew he loved everything and everyone around him. The Starks had been great company, though the parents significantly more than the children. The boys only wanted to spar with him, which he kept denying, while the girls had an infinite number of questions. Stark and Catelyn seemed to have so many stories to tell, and he could always talk with them while they were out riding or organizing the feast.
Speaking of the feast, the king was about to arrive. He had grown more used to this world and this country, but still felt in the dark about anything outside Winterfell's walls. The children's wolves had grown at an inhuman rate, already seemingly like puppy teens when they had appeared to be only babies a weak ago. Percy had helped the children numerous times training them and helping them bond.
Currently he stood behind and to the side of Stark, in the crowd that waited for the king's entourage. He was excited but nervous to meet the king, not knowing how to go about it. He had found out through his conversations that Stark and the king were great friends, fighting in a rebellion together to overthrow the previous king. He also knew the king came following the death of the apparent Hand of the King, who was like a father figure to both of the men, according to Catelyn. She had also told him that it was likely the king came to request Stark to become the new Hand of the King, something Catelyn seemed nervous and unhappy about.
"Perseus! Please find Arya and bring her here immediately," Stark asked him. He was on edge for the visit, something Percy picked up on.
"Right away," he said maneuvering through the crowd. He found her a ways away at the front of the castle with a helmet on, kneeling on a cart looking at the approaching caravan of people. Percy almost stopped to look as well but ignored them for now. "Arya!" he called out to her. She turned her head, and he offered a hand to her. "Come on, we'll see them soon. Your father wants you with them," he told her. She groaned but let him lead her back to her family.
He brought her back to Stark, who took off her helmet and handed it to Ser Rodrick. "Go. Stand with your sister," he ordered. She groaned once again but stood beside her sister, who looked generally disgusted by her presence. He bit down on his tongue to keep from laughing. The boys got a fresh shave in preparation for the king, which Jon seemed more frustrated about than any of the others. Percy himself had let some light stubble grow, though not much.
The clopping of hooves brought him out of his thoughts as he looked towards the road, where the horses started to appear. Each was accompanied by a rider wearing either dull red and black armor, or gold armor that was supposed to look fancy but honestly seemed very heavy and impractical. Some held banners, which were either a stag rearing up, or a lion doing the same.
Following them was a different assortment, starting with a blonde boy wearing red robes, then a guy with some strange helmet that looked like a dog. Percy chuckled at the way it bounced with every step of the horse. It looked horribly uncomfortable. He noticed the boy's arrogant smirk permanently on his face, and when he looked at Sansa Percy felt a need to send a message his way. One that started with a blade and ended with a hilt. Behind them was a carriage decorated with red and gold, then finally an overweight man with a cloak around his shoulders and two blades in scabbards on either side. Percy figured the king and queen were in the carriage.
When the man with the belly- er sorry, cloak approached, he noticed everyone around him kneel. Percy looked around alarmed, before realizing this man was the king and quickly dropping to his knee. He debated not bowing at all but given the situation he figured he'd just save everyone time and an argument and just kneel. The king dismounted from his horse and strode to Stark. Percy was already annoyed at the prolonged kneel that was uncomfortable and went against everything he went by. He was forced to keep kneeling until the king gestured to stand, and Percy shot up.
Gods that was so dumb and unnecessary. Stark bowed his head, "Your Grace."
The two stared at each other, until the king finally spoke. "You've gotten fat." That's it. That's all he said. And who the hell was he to comment on somebody's weight? Stark gestured to the king's own belly and they continued to stare at each other.
Finally, after possibly the longest greeting ever, they both burst in laughter and embraced in a man hug. "Caaaat!" the king said and hugged an extremely uncomfortable looking Catelyn.
"Your grace," she mumbled out of courtesy.
The king ruffled Rickon's head and went back to Stark. "Nine years. Why haven't I seen you? Where the hell have you been?" he questioned Stark.
"Guarding the North for you, your grace," Stark replied with a smirk. "Winterfell is yours."
Percy noticed the carriage doors opening, and a woman stepped out already wearing a glare shot towards anyone who looked her in the eye. "Where's the imp?" Arya asked Sansa, loud enough so that everyone could hear.
"Will you shut up?" Sansa snapped back. Percy chuckled at the animosity between the siblings.
"Who have we here?" said the king going down the line. "You must be Robb," he said, shaking Robb's hand. "My, you're a pretty one," he said to Sansa, though Percy could tell it wasn't something creepy. She smiled timidly back to him. He looked at Arya and knelt down. "And your name is?" he asked.
"Arya," she said.
He nodded and went down, finally to Bran. "Oh. Show us your muscles," Bran flexed proudly even though he was wearing a cloak so you couldn't really see anything. He laughed. "You'll be a soldier!" he proclaimed. Bran smiled as well.
Percy decided he liked the king. Despite the prolonged and unnecessary and highly annoying kneel at the beginning, he liked the king's vibe and how he approached and acknowledged all of the Starks.
"That's Jaime Lannister! The queen's twin brother!" Arya exclaimed to Sansa again.
"Would you please shut up!" she snapped back. Percy laughed at the two again.
The queen approached the family, maintaining her glare. She approached Stark and let out a grim smile, holding her hand toward him. Stark knelt down and kissed her hand, something Percy only thought happened in movies. "My queen," he said. Next to him, Catelyn said the same.
"Take me to your crypt. I want to pay my respects," the king announced.
"We've been riding for a month, my love. Surely the dead can wait," the queen told him.
The king looked back at her. "Ned" he gestured to Stark.
Stark looked at the queen a bit sympathetically but shuffled past her to follow the king. "Perseus," he gestured as well.
Percy jumped but followed Stark. Why the hell would Stark want him to walk with them in the crypts? He bit his tongue and followed. They descended the stairs to the crypt below the castle, a place Percy hadn't been yet. They walked through a long hallway as they started talking.
"Tell me about Jon Arryn" Ned said. Percy knew Jon Arryn was the previous Hand of the King who had passed recently.
"One minute he was fine, and then…" he didn't continue. "Burned right through him, whatever it was." Percy remarked it sounded an awful lot like poison. "We loved that man," the king said.
"We both did," Ned replied.
"He never had to teach you much, but me? Remember me at 16?" he asked. The two chuckled. "All I wanted to do was crack skulls and fuck girls. He showed me what was what," he said.
"Aye," Ned said, shooting the king a look.
"Don't look at me like that. Its not his fault I didn't listen," he joked. The two laughed again, and Percy smirked.
The stopped and Percy could see the king panting heavily after that short walk. "I need you, Ned. Down at King's Landing, not up here where you're no damn use to anybody," he announced. So, Catelyn was right. Stark looked apprehensive. "Lord Eddard Stark, I would name you Hand of the King," the king proclaimed formally, though to no one except the three.
Stark knelt. "I'm not worthy of the honor," he stated.
"I'm not trying to honor you. I'm trying to get you to run my kingdom while I eat drink and whore my way to an early grave," he spoke. Percy winced at the rather harsh wording but chuckled lightly at the conversation. He really liked the king, even though he wasn't a fan of how he ruled as of yet. "Damn it Ned, stand up," he patted Ned's shoulder. Ned stood. "You helped me win the Iron Throne, now help me keep the damn thing," he remarked, hinting back to the rebellion Percy learned they led to overthrow the previous king.
"We were meant to rule together. If your sister had lived, we'd have been bound by blood," he said. Percy was shocked he would admit toward not even liking the queen but preferring another woman. He also frowned because he never knew Ned had a sister that had died. "Well its not too late. I have a son, you have a daughter. We'll join our houses," the king said with finality. Ned not only looked apprehensive, but disappointed by the idea. The king shouldered past the two.
He shot Ned a look, who just looked stressed out and waved Percy down with a hand. The king strode off down the hallway, past more crypts and statues. Percy hated the idea of a fixed marriage. That's why they hardly existed in his world. They took away the right to choose, and of individuality. If two people loved each other, they would be torn away by a marriage nobody wanted but the few who benefitted from it. Percy would have to try and talk Ned out of the idea. He hated the idea of anybody in a fixed marriage, much less one of Stark's children.
They finally stopped the long trek through the crypt. They both looked towards the statue of a woman on the right. The mood turned somber as Percy could see the sadness and regret in both of the men's faces. The king protruded a beautiful feather from his cloak, gently placing it in the hand of the woman.
"Did you have to bury her in a place like this?" he asked Ned. The king shook his head. "She should be on a hill somewhere, with the suns and the clouds above her," he uttered. Percy figured this was the woman the king referred to earlier. He could tell the king loved this woman, even in death. This was the first time his voice grew unsteady, and his face shook with unshed tears.
"She was my sister. This is where she belongs," Ned replied.
"She belonged with me," the king said wistfully. He reached out, cupping the woman's face in his hands. "In my dreams, I kill him every night," he vented.
"It's done, your grace. The Targaryen's are gone," Ned assured. Percy thought back to meeting the two blondes in that stone place. They said they were Targaryens, and one proclaimed himself as the rightful king of the Iron Throne.
"Not all of them," the king retaliated.
The 3 walked out of the crypts to get ready for the coming feast.
(*)(*)(*)
Percy now stood behind the long table that was supposed to be seating the king, queen, Stark, and Catelyn, but was only accompanied by the woman. Music played around them as the great hall was lit up with candles, food, and excitement. Percy wasn't in the best mood to be feasting, not that it mattered since Stark told him to watch over the woman while he and the king visited. Percy noted that not only had they separated, but the king was blatantly flirting with another woman in the middle of the feast.
Percy also noted the awkwardness between the two ladies at the table, not even a word being spared as they both just gazed upon the festivities. He could cut the tension like butter. It was rather boring, but he supposed necessary, and he expected something like this occasionally for him, just maybe not so soon.
Finally after about an hour in, Catelyn spoke to the queen. Percy blamed Stark for his eavesdropping because he had been stationed in such a boring place. "Is this your first time in the North, your grace?" Catelyn asked the queen.
The queen tore her eyes away from her cheating husband and smiled politely. "Yes. Lovely country," she replied shortly.
"I'm sure it's very grim after King's Landing," Catelyn continued. Her efforts at conversation were hopeless on the queen. "I remember how scared I was when Ned brought me up here for the first time," she continued on.
They were cut short when Sansa approached. She smiled timidly at the queen. "Hello little dove," the queen greeted. She sounded happier to see Sansa than anybody else here. "But, you are a beauty," she stated. Sansa looked thrilled. "How old are you?" she asked.
"13, your grace," Sansa replied.
"You're tall. Still growing?" the queen questioned.
"I think so, your grace," Sansa said.
"And have you bled yet?" the queen kept up with her interrogation. Percy's eyebrows shot up. If that question meant what he thought it meant, that was a very rude thing to ask.
Sansa frowned and glanced at her mother. She started to shake her head. "No, your grace," she said.
The queen nodded slowly but changed the subject rather quickly. "Your dress, did you make it?" she asked politely for once. Sansa grinned again and nodded. "Such a talent. You must make something for me," the queen stated. Sansa nodded, bowing slightly and stepping away. "I hear we may share a grandchild someday," she told Catelyn.
Catelyn looked at her, "I hear the same."
"Your daughter will do well in the capital. Such a beauty shouldn't be hidden up here forever," she finished. Percy started to hate the queen as well. He either loved or hated people in this world. There was never an in between, except for maybe the king. The queen seemed to throw shade wherever she could.
Percy watched Stark for a moment, just as he got blocked by a blonde man. The man seemed elegant and wore the gold colors that several others with the king had on. Stark tried to escape the conversation, and though Percy could tell Stark was tense, the blonde smiled, and he thought little of it.
He did, however, have some opinions about the smirk and looks the blonde boy kept shooting at Sansa, who returned them with her own nervous smiles. The boy still had an arrogant smirk on his face, one which Percy was tempted to remove with some water accident but withheld himself.
Percy blinked when Sansa was struck in the face with some type of glop, that based on Arya's smirk was sent towards the older daughter by way of spoon. He chuckled lightly at Arya's usual playful manner, but at the same time knew it wasn't quite the time for pranks.
"Arya!" Sansa screeched. Arya giggled and started loading another projectile. "It's not funny!" Sansa complained.
He noticed Catelyn unsuccessfully trying to get Robb's attention. He stepped forward. "Milady, I can take Arya to bed if you want," he told Catelyn.
She smiled gratefully at him. "Thank you, Perseus," she said.
He walked towards the girl and got her attention. "Come along, Arya. Time for bed," he said. It was interesting playing the role of scolding parent when usually he was the scolded child. She complained but followed him regardless. "And stop shooting your mother glares," he said chuckling. She sighed.
He led her to her quarters and made sure she was in bed. "Wait!" she called to him when he was almost out the door.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Could you tell me about where you are from? I've never known anyone from outside Winterfell," she asked him. He smiled gently. He didn't want to talk about his world much and stayed away from the topic with Ned and Catelyn. It brought up memories he didn't want to bear at the moment.
"Perhaps another day. But I can tell you a story about where I'm from," he told her.
She frowned. "I'm too old for stories," she stated.
"I think you'll like this one. And who knows, maybe tomorrow you'll want another one," he said.
"I doubt it. But fine," she pouted.
"Well," he started. "Long ago, there was a Labyrinth in the basement of a giant caste. And in that Labyrinth was a horrible creature called the Minotaur…"
(*)(*)(*)
Percy woke, once again, on his back. Only this time he was on a rocky surface, and he could feel the sun beating down on him. It was much hotter here than the North. He knew this was not the last place he fell asleep, which means the Gods' curse or spell or whatever sent him somewhere else again where he was needed.
"Who are you?" a voice asked. It was a man, and when Percy opened his eyes he took note of his appearance. The man wore a combination of light black armor and a black cloak, with a full scabbard at his side. How the hell could this person not be dying from wearing all black in this heat.
He groaned loudly once again. "One minute man," he muttered. He could hear drums and cheering in the background and rose to his feet. He acknowledged the festivities around him as he rubbed his head, and once again looked at the person. "Ok, sorry what did you say?" he asked.
"I asked who you were. Though now I also want to know how you appeared from nothing," he questioned. Percy rubbed the back of his head. Clearly the Gods didn't care about discretion.
"Well, I'm Percy Jackson. And for the appearing thing, let's just say it's a curse," he said simply. "Where am I, by the way?" he asked, "And who are you?"
"I am Ser Jorah Mormont, of Bear Island. And you are at the wedding of Khal Drogo and Daenerys Targaryen. Percy was now much more alert. The Targaryen chick was getting married?
"Holy shit, okay," he managed. He was still rather frazzled by the experience of waking up in the middle of nowhere, but he knew enough now. "Sorry, why is the Targaryen marrying Khal Dragon or whatever?" he asked Mormont.
"The two will marry so Viserys Targaryen will have access to the Khal's army when he sails to Westeros," Mormont told him.
Percy was shocked that the war plans they mentioned when he met the two were actually happening. "So what are you doing here?" he asked Mormont.
"I'm here to give some gifts to the soon-to-be Khaleesi, as well as my services. She will have a rough life ahead of her being married to a Khal," he hinted.
"What the fuck is a Khaleesi?" Percy asked.
"A Khaleesi is the Dothraki word for queen," Mormont replied.
"And what the fuck is a Dothraki?" Percy kept up, not knowing anything about what this guy was talking about.
"The Dothraki are the tribes that inhabit the central plains of Essos, known as the Dothraki Sea," Mormont said. Percy was so glad this guy was nice and helpful.
"Okay. Thank you," Percy said. "Well, it's a pleasure to know you Ser Jorah Mormont," he told him, holding out a hand.
Ser Jorah grasped Percy's hand with his own, "And you, Percy Jackson."
"Now, lets go visit the Khaleesi or whatever," Percy said.
"Soon-to-be Khaleesi. They are not yet married," Ser Jorah informed him.
"Yeah whatever," Percy groaned. This world was so confusing.
They walked through what Percy would hardly consider a wedding. He rattled off questions to Ser Jorah who answered them to the best of his ability, while they approached a stand with the Targaryen girl from before and some big muscular guy with hair no guy should have. His hair was braided and reached his ass. The wedding was full of nasty stuff, like grinding bordering on straight up sex, and varieties of not so much gourmet foods. He shuddered as somebody killed somebody else over a woman, but everyone else cheered so he figured it was normal.
They finally approached the stand, and while Ser Jorah approached with some books Percy tried to come up with a gift for the clearly stressed girl. She was the first to welcome and talk to Percy in a civilized manner, and even calmed her brother before Percy did something he might regret. The only thing' he had on him, however, were his dragon eggs, as usual.
He eyed his eggs. 5 dragons would be difficult to take care of. He could use some of them to thank her, even though it was unnecessary on his behalf and probably more than he should do. But, at the same time, he didn't care for this many dragons, and as Ser Jorah said, this girl looked like she could use all the help she could get. Maybe the dragons could help protect her.
He finally decided to give her 3. He eyed the eggs inside the sack and saw 2 that stood out to him. One egg was shaped differently from all the others, and the other had the colors of the sea. He decided he would keep those two and give the other 3 to the Targaryen. When he pulled the 3 out, he drew stares from everyone around him, and hushed whispers.
Ser Jorah finally got back and looked at him, then what he was holding. His eyes went wide. "Where did you get those?" he implored.
Percy shrugged. "A gift," he simply said.
"Nobody gets dragon eggs just as gifts," he interrogated. Percy shrugged again.
"Well, she's about to. Here, can you hold this?" he asked handing his sack of 2 eggs to Ser Jorah. Ser Jorah gingerly took the sack, and he gasped when he looked inside and saw 2 more eggs. "There better still be 2 in there when I get back," he told Ser Jorah with a glare.
He walked forward to the stand, where the Targaryen was still reading the covers of the books Ser Jorah gave her. He could see piles of offerings on either side of the pair. He also took note of Viserys and someone else sitting to the side.
He now noticed the blue streaks painted on the Khal's chest that went around his body. Their eyes met, but neither backed down. Finally, the Khal looked away and Percy approached the girl, Daenerys. "Khaleesi" he offered, figuring to use the Dothraki word in the presence of the big guy, who still watched him.
She looked up at him, and gasped when she recognized who he was. "You," she murmured. He sent her a knowing wink.
"Me," he said. "And I come with gifts this time," he told her, "These are for telling me about this new place, and not getting your brother to fight me. Oh, and also the wedding I suppose." He walked forward and handed her the 3 eggs.
The man next to Viserys walked up. "Dragon eggs, Daenerys. I'm sure the ages have turned them to stone, but they are and always will be beautiful," he said. Percy scoffed at how he just assumed they couldn't be hatched but went with it. "Though how one would acquire one is a mystery. And 3? Well, it must be a miracle," the man sent the hidden question to Percy. Percy ignored him and walked back to Ser Jorah. He was thankful Viserys never saw him, lest there be more questions and/or threats from him.
Ser Jorah offered the sack to Percy, who took it graciously. He quickly checked, counted two eggs, and looked back up. The pair on the stand stood, and tread to where 2 horses waited for them. One was a beautiful white color, and a mare by the looks of it. The other was brown, and he noticed it was a gelding.
'Hello?' he reached out with his mind to the horses.
'My lord!' they both whinnied and reared up violently. 'We haven't seen a demigod in ages! Poseidon either! We thought the gods had faded!' they exclaimed.
'They have. I'm here from another dimension to bring them back. Among other things.' He told them.
'Another dimension! That's incredible. And you're bringing the gods back? How?' they continue to not let the people approach them because they were so excited.
'I need to restore belief in the people. You can tell any other horses that I have come.' He told them, trying to end the conversation so that the newly wed could mount them.
'We will! Graciously!' they finished and settled down once again.
Percy watched as the couple mounted and set off at a slow pace. "Where are they going?" Percy asked Ser Jorah.
"They are going to consummate the marriage," he responded gravely. Percy shuddered. Poor girl.
"Well, I best be going. I was nice to meet you, Ser Jorah," he said.
"And you, Percy Jackson. I hope we meet again soon," he told Percy.
"We will. Don't worry," Percy finished.
Well, nice. Chapter done, and the longest I've ever done. In case you didn't know, this is him in the first episode of the show. The story format will be like one chapter per episode, maybe more maybe less. This chapter he was more passive just because he is getting used to the new world, so don't worry he'll start to get more involved soon. Thanks for all the support for just the first chapter, and once again I still feel horrible for taking so long to post this chapter. Now, onto replies
theowlinthesea
-Thank you, I thought there weren't enough PJO GOT crossovers.
Guest
-I checked and you're right about Piper, but Leo was a son of Vulcan because Vulcan claimed him with his symbol in CHB.
halfblood0227
-Thank you for the support, and here is your desired chapter.
-Your name is very hard to spell for one, and for two I'm sorry to not follow through your ideas, but thanks for the recommendations (Also fuck the red priests not sorry they killed Shireen xD).
BLKDroid
-Lol thank you very much this was a motivating review.
-Thanks lol.
brade1991
-I won't don't worry. Sorry for this one taking so long in the first place.
kingmanaena
-I'm glad you think so.
kopol
-Thanks for the helpful criticism. I'm going to anti-buff him in a way, like giving away dragons and introduce new challenges that aren't in the original show. Thanks for giving it a shot anyway.
jazmincita716
-Thank you very much
Alexvsjsn
-First of all your name is very hard to type. Second of all thank you I hope to make this a quality crossover to add to your list.
ryker55mc (1)
-Lol here you go with more on the way.
namer1
-Thanks for the support and your input. Same thing I told kopol but glad you're sticking around.
ryker55mc (2)
-No lol sorry here you go. Just took a while to update for reasons in the top AN
Guest
-Thanks very much. All the support you guys give is very motivating
Sito ezumaki namikaze
Your name is also very hard to type. And same thing I told kopol so check out my answer to him for your answer. Though thank you for your input, and I'm glad you're sticking around too.
Espada6431
-Thanks I plan on continuing from now.
SpartanBoi
-Yep, I also decided to go with a following type Percy for similar reasons, and others
Guest
-Lol sorry here's your chapter
66buttercup99
-Here's your update, and my plan will be for him to follow Stark, at least for now. Who knows what will happen when Ned Stark does or does not get decapitated. Who knows.
So yeah, here's the chapter for all you requesting it, and for those asking/criticizing his pinnacle of power, check my reply to kopol. I'm glad to get back into this story as I think I'm most excited by it. The reviews were extremely helpful and motivating, and the support I got was insanity. I appreciate all of you who favorited, followed, and reviewed.
-BagelBoy101
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