Author's Note: Hello, Nyx here! Everything has been rewritten! As such, a lot of parts and details were revised. It would be best to read from the start! Hehe.
Chapter 1
Percy POV
Back hunched, I trailed along the side of the dark foreboding alley, under the night of the gray snowed Manhattan. As I mulled through my memories, I twirled a silver baton across one hand. Catching it in my right hand, I scowled remembering what had transpired 10 years ago. I slammed one of the ends of the baton to the side of the alley walls, the impact cracking the cement from the sheer force
Betrayed and isolated, I lost everything. After all those times I protected Olympus, nearly losing my life to save their damn thrones, I was thrown away like trash. Only a few have retained my respect, Thalia, Nico, Grover, and Chiron. Hestia had become my adoptive mother. Hades bestowed upon me the Second Prince of the Underworld. And, I remained as the heir of Atlantis for my father.
Annabeth left me when I had gone out to hold the weight of the sky for a year which was a quest Athena had given me to be able to date her daughter. She left me a note saying we were never meant to be. I cried myself to sleep every passing day when she left me that stupid piece of paper. She left me for that new 'Hero of Olympus' Asher Isapish, son of Zeus. Thrown away like everyday trash, I swore that I'll be back for vengeance.
As for my mother, she was lost in a fire with Paul at their home due to gas pipes exploding. Thankfully, Hestia came right on time before I destroyed half of Manhattan, calming me down before I do any harm to me or the others around me. Though I knew it was not accidental, Greek Fire lingered in the air of the apartment.
As I reached the middle section of the alleyway, I looked over my shoulder, my tattered cloak ruffled with the motion. The hood of which showed nothing but sea green eyes that glowed with restless power and emotion. Streaks of silver flooded the end of the alleyway from which I had entered from. Dull silver parkas, sparkling skirts, partnered with bows and quivers filled with arrows. In just a mere fraction of a second, a dozen arrows were drawn and primed at me.
I heard whispers of "what are we even doing here?" or "what a pig, like all males are." Two individuals moved forward, one being a 16 year old girl with punk clothes and had hair all spiked up, her electric blue eyes staring at me with hatred but at the same time curiosity with this certain situation. The other was a 13 year old girl, auburn hair billowing behind her with silver nuggets for eyes. They were a mesmerizing sight.
I tilted my head down to a slight bow of respect towards the auburn haired girl, her reaction unseen but not unnoticed, showed confusion. "Who are you and why do you disrupt the balance of power in nature?" She asked with venom. I laughed off her seriousness and gazed to stare into her eyes. Sea green meeting silver. Her eyes steeled as she squinted, trying to piece together my identity.
"I wouldn't dare tip the balance of nature milady." I said through a smirk as I fully rotated my body to face them, my cloak glistening as I willed the mist to disperse its magic on it. Sea green lined my rogue-like cloak, the emblems on the back of it representing my patrons, became hidden behind me as I faced the Hunt. It was matched with a pair of black cargo pants and a chainmail hidden under a sleeveless tunic. My eyes scanned through the sea of silver. What a scary group of kids.
"Oh, but you existing has tipped the scales indeed. The Wild is in disarray as the prey disappeared from its predators without warning." The goddess' face hardened. Her form may be a head shorter than my physique, but she radiated such killing intent that the pressure would become too suffocating for any normal demigod.
"Hey, hey. You should play nice since I've been doing most of your work for you, ya know." I quipped as my hand rested on the steel baton I had hidden from their sight. The hunters began to shuffle around, clearly aggravated by my taunting.
"Under Lord Zeus' orders, you are to be brought up into Olympus to know of your origins. Dead or alive." Artemis grinned sweetly as she suddenly aged to around my immortal age of 18. With her symbol of power still strapped around her torso, she had plucked out a silver arrow from her quiver, closed the gap between us in a blink, and probed my neck threateningly. Her hunters might have gotten caught off guard by the change of approach, but I didn't move an inch.
"Well, you got to catch me first, Arty," I whispered in her ear and I could feel her involuntarily shiver. She took a shaky step back. Her face darkening, making it impossible to read what she is feeling.
"You disappeared…" she said shakily through gritted teeth.
"Milady, are you alright? What did this male say?" Thalia had reached forward to grip Artemis' shoulder.
"Well, it's been a long night and I still have a quest to do so…" my words trailed off as I pulled out my steel baton twirled it in front of me. "Cry, Skia," my voice echoed throughout the alley, stunning the hunters even more as they waited for their patron's command.
"Fire." And all hell broke loose as the light disappeared from both ends of the alley. Crack. I moved like black lightning, literally. The lights came back on, the hunters disoriented and searching to where I had disappeared. Finding me on the other end with a spear-like weapon with a curved blade, they gave chase. I grinned and laughed.
Running down the street with the hunters hot on my trail, I held on to my naginata, Skia Lamina, its shaft running down the length of my arm as the blade sparked and cracked while it skidded on the pavement. The blade molded with five different metals, Imperial Gold, Lunar Silver, Celestial Bronze, Stygian Iron, and steel swirled like a black hole of various colors. Its shaft had been fashioned out of Ocean Crystal, stronger and harder than titanium and tungsten combined.
Something whizzed, passing my ear. Something silver at that. It embedded itself on to the pavement, more of them followed straight after the first one, like thin comets of silver. Looking behind me without slowing down, I could see one of the hunters sparking like crazy, and another hunter leaping over me as if it was child play. She landed without noise at about 20 meters from me, already crouched and preparing herself to lunge at me with hunting knives drawn. I skidded to a stop and stared up, the moon shone brightly, casting shadows below us. Her hunters had come to a halt as well, a few meters behind me, thinking that they had won already. I twirled my naginata and held it behind me. Leaning forward as if going in for a slash, the goddess had pounced. She probably did not expect what happened next. I pulled. I pulled the endless darkness, shadow travelling from my own shadow to the shadow her leaping form casted. Not daring to look back, I continued sprinting down the road until veering myself to a small forest at the park.
Having given myself and the hunters enough of a gap, my cloak proceeded to lose the rest of the mist gripping on to it as my assassin clothes shone under the moonlight, finally restored from its tattered look, a jewel imbedded trident on a flaming hearth glowed of power as it adorned the back of the cloak.
"Fuck this," I said. I knew I was making a bad choice of leading them to me with a very visible view of the symbols of all my patrons.
"Watch your mouth, nephew." A voice said from inside my head.
"Yes, auntie," I said out loud.
"Why don't you finish your job already?" Another voice said in my head.
"Yes, uncle," I said out loud again.
"Go get them Percy!" A third voice shouted in my head.
I smirked. "Thanks dad!"
I reached the edge of the forest and angled my feet, sprinting off to the other direction heading towards the smell of burnt wood. Coming across an enormous crater with a harsh evil light in its center, I squinted and crouched low, I could hear the light pitter-patter of booted feet on snow. They started getting close, I needed to finish this quick and fast. I gripped the end of the shaft of my naginata and its blade dipped into the moon dripped snow positioned a few inches from my back. It was perfectly positioned with enough combinations of vertical, horizontal, and diagonally slices that could easily maneuver them to a majestic dance of blades. A figure started to rise from the crater, trudging towards me with heavy armor clanking continuously with even the slightest of jerks. It was humanoid that looked like it was weaved out of light and fire itself. Behold the Mighty Light Bulb!
"Hey Sparky, remember me?" I called out to him. His head jerked to me and orbs of noxious eyes gave me a death glare that would have made me cower in fear back when I was young, but not anymore.
"Perseus Jackson, we meet again." Hyperion spat out with menace lingering in his voice. "I have always wanted to rip you apart once I got out of that blasted maple tree, and if it wasn't my lucky day, you just happen to be the first one I meet." He smirked and flaunted with arms raised.
"And I will be the last one you will see." I clutched my naginata tighter as my knuckles turned white. His body flickered as the light held everything together, this will be easy and fun. Light and darkness fighting, it has a nice ring to it.
A bright light expanded outwards from Hyperion's hand; a perfect golden bow staff appeared once the light dissipated. Rows and rows of white-hot flames swirled around the wood itself. It radiated heat in overwhelming temperatures, good thing I was far away from it or it would have singed my eyebrows to dust. I need to protect my eyebrows or else Hades would not be able to get off the floor from all the endless laughing.
Hyperion readied his staff, when two blades sprouted from the two ends of the bow staff. He grinned.
I could feel the naginata glowing with power, ready to release the skill I was going to use. That battle commenced with us dashing forward, closing the distance. As I was five meters away from him, my blade danced within 5 strokes of silver. I 'cracked' behind him, Skia Lamina back to where it started before the skill occurred.
"Nocturnal Oracle, Star Blitz," I said. I turned my head back; Hyperion was frozen in place. Five slashes suddenly erupted in his body, barely visible but a faint shape of a star remained evident. Hyperion coughed out ichor.
"Argh!" He crumpled to his knees, but he was steady. His brightness suddenly dimmed, not too much. He stood up shakily, using his bow staff as a support. He steadied his feet and drew a shaky breath. He brought up his bow staff in a fighting stance.
"You're lucky the hunters are here," I looked over to a cloud of silver hidden behind a grove of trees. They did not seem to notice I had spotted them.
I could feel weight on the back side of my belt, five sheaths with 3 throwing knives each were magically connected to it. I took a hold of 3 midnight black knives in my left hand, each hugged between my four fingers. I barely took aim and raven blades flew through the night, slicing the darkness like a knife through butter. Three thumps and I had Hyperion pinned down with his feet bleeding ichor.
"Argh!" He screamed out. "I will tear you to pieces, Jackson! I do not care whether those puny Olympians wage war, you have brought them their downfall." He threatened.
"Why would I care for those pitiful gods?! They betrayed me!" I growled at him.
"Wow," he paused. "I wasn't expecting that reply."
He hefted his bow staff in the same position as I did, both my hands gripped the mid shaft so tight that my knuckles turned white, the Chudan-no-kamae. My blade faced him steadily and Hyperion did so too.
"This seems to be my last fight." He said solemnly and only now did I notice that his light started flickering. "Nobody remembers me anymore. It's my time to actually go to the void." He said glumly.
"Why the sudden change of heart?" I said, surprised.
He smiled. "And now you are freaking me out, you started looking freaky. Why the hell are you smiling?" I was completely confused and out of my mind.
"Because I think I might actually find my heir; the heir of light and observation." He said and grinned. "It might actually look good on your dark and shadow powers." He pointed out the obvious. He suddenly charged, his bow staff raised high above my head, ready for a quick and clean decapitation. I stood my ground and sidestepped in the last moment. My blade smoothly sparked against one of his double-edged blades. My blade basically misdirected his blade away from me, it flew out of its supposed orbit. I pulled at my naginata, the shaft and blade switched places, the shaft had pushed Hyperion back causing him to stagger. I flipped and did a handstand, with my momentum with the handstand, I kicked his bow staff. It flew away from his hand going vertically up. As I did another 180 degree flip, I plunged my blade on to the solid soil below me, and then bent it in a slight angle. I launched myself up and caught the bow staff with one of its blazing blades pointing down, then just fell. There was a loud sound like a blade being sheathed. Ichor splashed everywhere and I saw the light of Hyperion slowly dimming until it disappeared. His own bladed bow staff lodged deep into his golden helmet where his eyes were supposed to be. I could feel a grin etched on his face.
"I have found my heir," he suddenly faded like a simple fog that was hit by the sun. His armor remained, but then was sucked in by the bow staff; well nothing is normal in my world. I walked up to the bow staff. The bow staff jerked up as I brought my hand over it. I caught the shaft and it balanced itself in my grip, a perfect fit. Light erupted from the bow staff and it went in through my chest, where my heart was supposed to be. Doubling in pain, I staggered and tried to get up on my feet. Once the pain subsided, I suddenly felt powerful, like I just ate a double dose of blue nectar and ambrosia. The bow staff glowed again, but this time with Skia Lamina as well. The bow staff slowly dissolved into fine golden dust and swirled around Skia. The dust suddenly starts binding itself around Skia and glows brightly. As soon as the glow arrived, it disappeared as quick as well as the dust that caused it. I held in my hands the same form as Skia, but with another blade protruding out of the end shaft. Now, two crescent blades were as black as midnight. It was still the same in color and the metals were still in the blade, yet I can feel something weird. I stared at it as much as possible, it suddenly caught fire. It was the blessing of Hyperion. I smiled. I sheathed it and strapped it back on to my back. Mission accomplished, well, I think it is accomplished. Is making him fade the same as killing him?
"Who are you boy?!" Said a voice behind me and I breathed out a sigh.