Chapter 1

HO HO HO MERRY LATE CHRISTMAS AND A LATE HAPPY NEW YEAR! ZAYDEN STORMVOID HERE WITH A NEW STORY! I apologize for the late Christmas present, holidays, as many of you can attest, are a very busy and distracting time, even the time after the holidays can be a distracting shift in one's time and priorities. For me, it was a roller-coaster of a time! I won't say all the gifts that I got but I wish to share the gifts that affected me the most and what might affect my time in writing these stories.

Firstly, I got, from my Dad, an Oculus Quest, which me and my siblings freaked out about because it was our first time having a VR console. I also got Star Wars: Jedi Fallen Order, so many of you can see why I was distracted. And finally, the biggest gift, for me, that I got was Pokemon Sword! I found it amazing and don't really see why many people are trashing it but those are their opinions and I have mine and I wish to paid heed to mine. Anyways, this gift has actually more impact to my stories because as soon as I'm done with the Story and Post-Story of this game, you guys can expect a Pokemon fanfic story coming up soon. But right now I also have news for you guys about the Christmas gift I wish to give to you all: This story and more!

Right now by the time I release this story, I will also release another chapter of Spider-King: Conquest of Shadows, this story, and another story that you have to go look for yourselves on my profile to find out. Think of this as my way of both making up for lost time and as a special Christmas present for all those who have supported and liked my previous stories, as well as something new for others. Right now this story is my Percy Jackson/Destiny crossover story, something that not many have done and I wish to rectify that.

For those who want a summary of what to expect of this story, we will see Percy Jackson in the world of Destiny, having to face of against threats of alien origin and fight beings of godly might and status. So nothing new.

But enough talk, lets just get onto the story! As a reminder, I don't own the contents of Percy Jackson and Destiny and they belong the Rick Riordan and Bungie, respectively.

Now enough talk, LIGHTS! CAMERA! ACTION!

Awakening

First POV

Darkness. That was all that I could see. All that surrounded me. All that I was-well you get the point.

Darkness was all that my eyes could see. I didn't know whether my eyes were closed shut, or if there were open and all they could see was a black void of nothingness. Didn't really matter which...unless you have an ADHD & dyslexic brain that can make this situation feel 10 times more frightening and paranoia-filled.

I couldn't feel my arms, or my legs, hell, I couldn't even move my own head. It left me wandering if I even had a head, or legs, or arms. Left me wondering in this sea of black that if all that I was was simply nothing but a confused consciousness in this pitch black sea. If he does exist, is this what God was before he made the universe? No wonder he decided for a little redecorating.

I couldn't even feel anything. Well, anything good at least. I could still feel emotions, thoughts, feelings. At first you would think that it was a slight sliver of a blessing, but it only made this endless void more like Hell. I couldn't feel my body. I could see Nothing. I don't know where, why, or how I'm here. The emotions, feelings, that run through my conscious mind were numbness, fear, panic, sadness, loss. Despair.

But what made this void of nothingness more painful, what made me feel such emotions like loss and despair, were my memories. The one thing in this sea of nothing that was something. A final curse disguised as a blessing.

I could remember who I am...was, remember what I was, and those that shaped me, good and bad, to who I was then. My name is Perseus 'Percy' Jackson, a demigod, half-blood, son of Poseidon, the god, emphasis on the lower g, of the seas. Slayer of countless monsters and deities too numerous to count. Or at the very least, too boring to list them all out.

I remember all the adventures I had, all the horrors and monsters that I slew with either my blade or my will, and all the people that I cared for, fought for, loved. I remembered my hell of a weird life, remembered actually going to what the gods saw a hell, on more than one occasion, remembered being part of a prophecy, actually two prophecies, that would lead the world, as I knew it, to salvation or destruction.

I remember the one person who helped me through it all. My Wise Girl. Annabeth.

I also remembered how shitty my luck is.

As I ventured deeper into my consciousness of a mind, deeper into my memories, the names of friends, foes, and others passing by, to find out how I ended up in this black void, they suddenly stopped. Stopped onto the last thing that I could remember: I was dead. I don't know when, how, or why I was dead. Maybe my luck ran out and I died fighting a monster. Maybe I died of an illness, which makes me chuckle at the thought of how the 'Strongest Demigod of the Age', everyone's words not mine, was brought down by a simple cold. Maybe I died an old man living a good and happy life.

That would make me laugh if could. Did I mention I also couldn't talk?

The one last thing I could remember, the one thing until my memories ended into nothing was that I was in Elysium, basic Greco-Roman mythological Heaven, the Isles of the Blest in fact. I remembered that I was finally in paradise, with my Wise Girl at my side. I was finally happy.

So why? Why am I here? Why am I stuck floating in this void of nothing when I'm suppose to finally find peace with the girl of my dreams?

That was the question that I am despairingly asking.

Why?

Why?

Why?

And then suddenly, the nothing became everything. The infinite, Deep, sea of black became an infinite, blinding, Sky of white.

Where there was only Darkness as far as I could see, came the Light.

But even as my world turned to white, I could still feel the cold chill of the dark, its touch like a mark. And like the chilling mark of the Darkness that I left behind, the question I asked still lingered in my mind.

A question that wouldn't be answered for a very long time.

When I awoke, I saw something that was definitely...new.

As the blinding flash of Light faded and color and feeling came crashing back to me, I opened my eyes and gasped, like I was suffocating for decades. I took a long, deep breath. I jolted up from the cold hard ground or metal where I laid as my senses all returned to me. Sight, feeling in my arms, legs, and head, they all came back. I felt a wave of relief wash around me, swirling around the confusion already swirling in my brain.

But something was off. I felt different. Obviously, one wouldn't feel the same after you spend what seemed to be an eternity in a sea of nothing, but this feeling was more than that. I felt bigger, taller actually, more fit, and this is talking about a half-blood who could go toe to toe with Titans and Giants. But the most obvious change I felt was the Power. It felt like a rush of Power unlike anything I had experienced, even more than when I sat on my old man's throne. If I could describe how much more powerful I felt than before, I would say at my previous peak that I could take on an entire battalion of monsters, single-handedly, but now I feel like I could take on Kronos without breaking a sweat.

I took a few more breathes, like I ran a marathon, trying to focus this new power of mine down. When I did, I focused on what was in front of me.

...

All I could say was it was something new.

"Guardian...Guardian? Eyes Up Guardian!"

That was what the thing floating in front of me was saying. Said thing was what I could only summarize as a floating, one-eyed drone. In more specific details, the drone looked to be a grey sphere with a glowing blue eye, surrounded by eight white pyramid-like structures around the sphere, which they seemed to constantly move and rotate around it. The eye of the drone was glowing blue around a black plating and the tips of the triangular structures were colored in a triangular-shaped yellow color.

"It worked...You're Alive!" Said the drone cheerfully, bouncing up and down in the air, like it's equivalent of a jump in surprise glee. As it did, the pyramid structures around it seem to detach, float, and reattach itself to the sphere that I assume is its main body.

I was a frozen as one of Medusa's statues, my brain trying to process the information of what I was seeing. I have seen many strange and weird things. I have seen a giant of a man with a bull head wearing diapers. I have seen a messenger god wearing a tracksuit and carrying a phone that could turn into a staff with wings and two living, metal snakes. So when I say that this thing takes the cake in the new and weird department so far, take my word for it.

The drone seem to tilt and look around me curiously. The drone spoke again saying "Or maybe not? You seem to be frozen like a statue. Did I do something wrong?"

Its question snapped me out of my stupor as I practically leaped up in shock and panic. I yelped and stumbled next to the destroyed looking car that I was resting next to a second ago.

The drone spoke in a surprised, worried tone "Woah Woah! Don't be alarm! Its alright! Everything is fine! I come in peace! Just take a breathe and relax, Guardian."

Despite my years of watching alien and robot movies and the words 'I come in peace' not really helping, I did as the floating drone said. After I relaxed a bit and gained my bearings, the drone seemed to realized it as well.

It spoke again saying "Good. Seems you calmed down a bit. Though I can understand your reaction. I mean how else would someone react when they are resurrected and the first thing they see is a floating, alien robot?"

I spoke, my voice raspy and foreign to me, saying "W-What are you?"

The drone stood or floated straight and said "I am a Ghost. More specifically, I'm your Ghost."

"A Ghost?" I said.

"Yep." said the Ghost.

"My Ghost?" I questioned further.

"That's me." It confirmed again. "Your one and only Ghost. And you are my Guardian."

"Guardian?" I questioned again.

The Ghost seem to shake itself, sort of like its equivalent of shaking its head. It said "If it weren't for the fact that you were just brought back to life, I would think that your brain was full of seaweed."

That last word jolted me from my confused state. Memories of Annabeth flashed in my mind, of all the times she that to me, whether it were as an insult, a joke, or an an endearing pet name. I shook myself of my stupor and looked at my surroundings.

Said surroundings looked something out of a post-apocalyptic movie or video game. The area was littered with wrecked cars, covered in rust like it laid there for centuries, the ground was of cracked, aged pavement, mixed in with patches of wild greenery and blankets of snow. The place was as silent as a graveyard, the only sounds around being the blowing gust of the cold wind, the squeaking of rusted metal, and the constant clicking sounds coming from the Ghost. Small, young and dead trees grew out in random spots, weird items and machinery covered in blankets with equally weird symbols around, and the ground was illuminated by the reddish-orange of a sunset. I looked out to the direction of the light and saw more of the same. More crashed cars, more wild grass and plants, entire valleys covered in snow, and a destroyed bridge filled with more destroyed cars, as if adding more depressing notes on a quite beautiful landscape.

I looked behind me to see the giant ruins of a wall, hundreds of feet high, stretching for what seemed like miles in both directions without end. Its walls were decayed and rusted, like most of the stuff here, some panels chipped and open to see the iron beams inside the massive structure. a path laid in front of me that lead to an open passage inside the wall.

I turned to the Ghost and asked "Where the hell are we?"

The Ghost answered "Ah yes, it would make sense that you don't know this place. Most if not all Guardians tend to lose their memories of their past life. To answer your question however, we are in the Cosmodrome of Old Russia.

I immediately ignored the first comment the Ghost said the second the words Cosmodrome and Russia were said 'Russia?!' I thought. 'How in the h-e-double hockey sticks did I get to Russia of all places?! And what did the Ghost mean by 'Old Russia'?!'

I opened my mouth to ask these questions when a sharp inhuman shriek pierced through the area. 'A monster?!' I thought. Not any monster I knew made that kind of shriek but I didn't want to take my chances. I reached into my pocket instinctively to bring out Riptide, my trusted Celestial Bronze sword, but when I did there was nothing there.

I looked down to see my pocket and found no magical ballpoint pen in there. I then took notice of my clothing and thought 'What the Hades am I wearing?!' My attire was something out of the norm, especially for a demigod who has worn Spartan-like armor over a t-shirt and shorts. The clothes I was wearing seemed worn and faded, most of it looking unrecognizable then. The coloring was mainly black and purple, with slim armored black pants that felt flexible yet durable, a plated chest wear decorated in intricate designs and as comfortable as my regular, heavy armor from Camp Half-Blood, a pair of black boots that felt comfortable and seemingly weightless, a pair of black gloves on my hands with an M carved into the right one, a holster fit for some guns around my waist, and a series of knives and weird devices on my sides.

Around me was a black cloak, tattered and torn to shreds, a purple mark or flag strapped also to the left backside of my waist with a symbol too torn and faded to make out, and a black band around my left arm. One particular note was the roundish, pointed plate on my right shoulder carrying a few notches, like a tally mark. The tally mark added to 5 with the last mark, that carved diagonally through the other 4, looking more jagged and rushed with the line scratching past the tally marks in a sudden drop. I felt a weird sort of feeling going through my body and a slight pain in my head. I shook my head to try to clear the pain away and my eyes locked onto a reflection of a car mirror.

What was I saw there was the final nail in the coffin that shook my being to the core. My reflection.

My raven black hair was just as messy as I always had it, but now with the edges more slightly pointed and straight. The silver grey wisp of hair that I gained from holding the weight of the sky was still there, but had a shimmer to it, like it was glowing. I looked into my eyes and saw the sclera part of them being greyish instead of white and seemed to also glow. The pupil was pitch black, just as black as the void of Darkness that up till a few minutes ago I was drowning in. As for my iris, as I looked into my sea-green eyes, they gained a cosmic look to them, and seemed to glow like the eyes of a wolf or cat.

But what most shocked me, what made me believe I was no longer fully the same, was the color of my skin. It was no longer its previous tannish color that years of battle and exercise garnered, not even the pal white skin that I had when I was 12. Instead it was purple! My skin was colored in an ethereal, light purple glow, with wisps of whitish-blue washing around my skin like waves. I touched my face to see if it was an illusion but nothing changed. I felt like I was having a mini-panic attack. I didn't look like a monster, and I still looked human-like, but I knew it wasn't me, this wasn't the Percy Jackson that I saw when I look in the mirror.

My mind raced with panicked thoughts, but before I could make sense of what was going on, the Ghost spoke out.

The Ghost looked towards the direction of the shriek and around the area in a hurried and panicked way. It said in a similarly worried tone "This is Fallen Territory. We aren't safe here. I Need to get you to the City!" It floated towards the same path that I looked at before, the path that lead to the inside of the wall. It floated towards me, seemingly unfazed by my appearance or inner turmoil and said "Hold Still."

Suddenly, in a flash of blue light, the Ghost disappeared. I frantically looked around wondering where it went. 'Did it flash away? Like what the gods do?' I was about to call out the Ghost, hoping it just went invisible or something. But before the words came out, the sounds of Ghost's robotic voice rang out in my head.

The Ghost's voice said "Don't worry, I'm still here. I'm currently hidden inside your backpack." I turned behind me and moved the black cloak over to find that I did have a backpack on my person, though it looked more like a slight bulge or flap in the armor than it did a pack. The Ghost spoke again saying "I know you have a lot of questions, some of which I can answer, but now is not the time for a history lesson. We are already risking severe danger by just being here for so long. We won't survive long out here. We have to move, fast!"

My mind felt like I was free falling through Tartarus, again. Questions nagged at my brain, like a chorus of locusts, but hearing the words of urgency from the Ghost snapped me from my turmoil. I didn't know where I was, how I got here, or why I have a apparent alien drone in my backpack, but this is not the first time ended up like this, lost and confused. I focused on my instincts, the one thing that has always lead to success, or at the very least survival, when all else failed. I knew what I had to do, I knew that the path to my answers was ahead, however long the path to them would be, and so that is where I would go.

Putting the thoughts and questions in the back of my mind, I took my first steps forwards in this new world. I ran through the rusted cars, ignoring the human skeletons that littered inside and outside the cars, the dirty and torn doll of little girl's skeleton I passed by, the vile that threatened to rise up at the mere glance.

With nothing but my will, instincts, and Ghost, and the strange feeling that swelled inside me, I ran to the wall.

AAAAANNNNNNNNDDDDDD SCENE!

Hope you guys liked the beginning of this story. Sorry that it was quite shorter than most of my other stories, but I felt that this was the right way to begin the story. Think of it as like a prologue of things to come, complete with mysteries to be explored and dangers to face.

As for the pairing of this story, it will be with Percy Jackson, Artemis, Piper, Thalia, and Mara Sov. Now, I can already hear people wondering and rolling the eyes at the cliche but as I say to my brother, who finds everything cliche and cringy: Who Cares? Everything has already been explored and there are no more to very few twists left to use. Just enjoy the ride.

The reason I wished to make this story was because it sounded found. Percy Jackson, slayer of Gods and Monsters, now in a universe plagued with God-like beings of power and the most nightmarish abominations and horrors. As for the direction I took Percy in this chapter, I wanted to make an obviously experienced Percy Jackson suddenly gone down to square one in and unknown place, but still retain his knowledge and experience from his time. Not to mention, in the fashion of Destiny at the very beginning of the game, Percy is dumped into this new world and has questions, but now is not the time to answer them. I did strip Percy of his powers, the Light is powerful enough, and before anyone asks me if Percy is a Titan, Hunter, or a Warlock, the answer is: Yes, but actually no.

Anyways, hope you guys enjoy this chapter and wish to see more. I also would like to let you all know that I will be signing into Archive of our Own and posting two stories there. My reason: Because I want to.

That's all for now and I post the next chapter as soon as I am efficiently possible.

Zayden StormVoid calling out MERRY LATE CHRISTMAS AND HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR!