The Tales of Perseus and His Adventures in Westeros
The forest was silent. Unnaturally, even.
The birds had stopped chirping, the wind had stopped moving, the trees had stopped swaying in the air, as if the nature itself was wary of what was about to happen. And suddenly,
Light. Light was all Percy could see as he opened his eyes. He put his hand up covering his eyes, till his eyes adjusted to the intensity of light in his surroundings.
Percy looked around him, in a bit of daze. He seemed to be in a forest. There was nothing near him, except a dirt road, trailing to where, Percy didn't know.
Percy groaned and clutched his head. His head hurt a lot, as if the minotaur had smacked him in the head. He was about to pray to all the gods present to make his headache go away, but he stopped before he could do that.
Gods.
Gods, they were the reason he wasn't home. Zeus, specifically, but that didn't matter anymore.
Percy was not sure if this place was safe, especially if Zeus was the one who sent him here. Percy stood up, and shivered a bit. He could still feel the slight tingle of electricity, and even if it was not painful now, he could remember the pain he had felt, while Zeus teleported him here.
Percy was about to check his pockets for Riptide, when he noticed that the clothes, he wore, were different from what he had on earlier. He was wearing some black pants and a long sleave t-shirt made of some soft material, probably cotton. But the weird thing was that the t-shirt had a small thread to tie its upper part, instead of the usual buttons. Though he soon discarded the useless thoughts on his clothes as he sighed in some relief on finding Riptide in the pocket of his pants, and then walked towards the dirt road. Percy stood in the middle of the road, and looked in both the directions the road went, contemplating which direction he should go in.
Logically, if Zeus wanted him dead, like, really dead, he would have sent Percy to Alaska. And if Percy was really in Alaska, then Percy deduced that he should just walk in the direction of North, as far away from Olympus as he can get.
Percy really didn't want to go North, considering the ever-present danger of monsters and the fact that his home was in the South of Alaska, Annabeth, his mom was in the South of Alaska. But he couldn't. He remembered the threat Zeus had made before he discarded Percy here.
'Don't return here ever again, Perseus, or the first thing you will taste in the lands of Olympus will be my master bolt.' Zeus had said.
Percy scoffed, as if he would even put the master bolt in his mouth, for gods' sake, it wasn't even very blue! But jokes aside, Percy knew he couldn't take this threat lightly. If Zeus could make this threat in front of the complete council, in front of all the demigods, in front of his father, who could very well wage a war against Zeus, then there must have been some credibility to the threat.
Percy, after all his luck in surviving through the quests, didn't want to be combusted to atoms by Zeus.
Percy winced at the thought, that was a bad way to go, and the only worse way to die than the master bolt that Percy could think of was choking on a blue cookie.
That is just downright sad.
Percy started walking down the road, hoping the gods that like him would convince Zeus, and then come and flash him back to Camp Half Blood.
It had been quite some time since Percy had started walking. At first, the scenery around him kept him occupied, but soon he was bored. He tried counting the seconds, and reached a record high of 263 seconds, before his ADHD couldn't take it anymore.
It had been more than half an hour, and Percy wished that he could at least find some small inn or a grocery store, so he could buy something to eat, and even though he didn't have any money, he could just clean the dishes if the owner tells him to. Well, how hard could it be with water powers, Percy thought.
As he was going down the road, suddenly many men came out of the woods, and surrounded Percy.
Percy was startled, confused even, by the incident. Moreover, nearly all the men were armed, but not with a gun, as it should have been, but with swords and daggers. Percy couldn't think much more, though, as one of the men of the group spoke,
"Give us all your money child, and we will let you go to your home, to live your poor shitty life."
Percy snorted at that. Percy really wanted to say, 'Yeah, I will live my poor shitty life, with my mom who is soon going to be a famous writer, and my dad, who, by the way, is a freaking god, no big deal though', but he bit his tongue down. There were 13 men, surrounding him. Even though judging by their stance and the way they gripped the swords it was clear they knew nothing except just swinging their hand, but still they had the numbers.
Percy was quite sure he could defeat them, but he was not so sure if the victory will come without any injury.
"Look, guys, I don't have any money. Why waste your time on me? I am just another poor guy." Percy said while using his hands to take his pockets out and showing he didn't have any money.
"Well, that necklace does look quite expensive, doesn't it lads?" The same man spoke again, pointing his sword towards Percy's camp necklace. Percy sighed, looks like this will have to be done the hard way, he thought.
"Give the necklace to us peacefully, child, you don't want to know what we do with people who don't obey our commands…" the man spoke, grinning evilly, showing his dirty yellow teeth.
Percy moved one of his hands towards his necklace, showing as if he was going to remove it, while he slid his other hand down in his pocket. As soon as he got hold of Riptide, he whipped it out, uncapping it, the sword springing out immediately.
Using the surprise of the thugs to his advantage, Percy rushed forward towards the thug directly in front of him, and swung his sword forcefully on the sword of the thug. The thug, not expecting the attack, did not hold the sword tightly, and was disarmed in just one swing. Percy proceeded to knock him out with the hilt of his sword, and turn towards the others.
The others, after getting over their shock, started to circle in on him. One of the men broke from the group, charging him head on in arrogance. The thug put all his force and weight on the strike, and then proceeded to fall down after Percy swiftly dodged his strike. After the man fell down, Percy kicked him hard on his head, knocking him out too.
During this, two more men advanced towards him, swinging at the same time. Percy swiftly blocked one of the strikes aimed for his chest, and moved his leg in response to the one aimed on his calf. He kicked the guy whose swing he had blocked in the stomach, and turned to charge on the other guy.
The other guy was quite weak, and after two or three powerful strikes, the sword fell out of his hand. Percy glared fiercely at him, and the guy ran away.
In the meantime, the guy he had kicked stood up and tried to stab Percy in the back, but Percy quickly turned. Percy was a bit slow, though, as the tip of the sword graze Percy's waist, making a very small cut. Percy being a demigod, was accustomed to much more than this and he did not waste time and locked swords with the thug. After some moments, this guy too was knocked out, and Percy looked at the rest of the gang.
The rest of the group looked a bit wary. A kid, no bigger than 17 years, defeated 4 of their friends, who were at the very least strong, if not skilful.
Still, Percy knew the moment they rush on him together, he will be done, and unfortunately, the thugs knew this too. So, without wasting time, Percy ram along the road going North, the thugs following him with angry shouts and curses.
While running, Percy contemplated using the moisture in the air to stop them, but discarded his idea. Water appearing out of nowhere, or just invisible water vapour pushing them will seem like magic, and Percy knew words spread as easily as forest fire. Also, he didn't want water powers added to his name along with the already revealed magic sword. But soon, an idea clicked in Percy's head. He cannot make water move on his command in front of them, but an earthquake will seem quite natural. He concentrated his powers, focusing on the plates down below the ground, commanding it to create a very small earthquake, big enough to make the thugs stumble, gaining him some seconds, and small enough so that the wildlife or any residents nearby are not harmed. The group of thugs stumbled, and fell down, and Percy kept running, and got a fair enough distance away from them.
Percy looked behind and saw the thugs getting their bearings together, and shouting threats, but Percy just laughed and made his way to the North.
Percy kept jogging ahead for some more minutes, and then slowed down into a walk, thinking about the weird thugs, and wondering if puppy dog eyes would work on the fates and they will let his life be peaceful.
Percy had been walking for what seemed like a day to Percy, but actually had just been an hour. Percy was bored out of his mind, and was missing the thugs, smiling at the fact they fell like flies sprayed by an insect killing spray. He was pretty sure the guy that ran away even pissed himself.
Between thinking about the thugs' humiliation and the words 'died out of boredom' written on his grave, he spotted a fort up ahead.
What a fort was doing here, he had no idea, but he continued walking there anyway. As he was approaching, he heard the sound of riders galloping behind him.
He turned around, and then and there wanted to slap himself for jinxing his luck. Behind him was the group of thugs he had fought, ready to stampede their horses on his body.
Percy started to run towards the castle, calling for their help. The guards on the top of the castle moved to grab their arrows, but the thugs were not quite in their range. One of the guards ran to inform Lord Stark about the situation, while others waited for a chance to shoot.
Percy kept running, but he knew he wouldn't be able to enter the range of the arrows in time. So, he ran until he heard one of the riders just right behind him, and turned. He dodged the strike aimed for beheading him, and stood there as the riders surrounded him. Percy couldn't defeat the thugs, even though now they were reduced to only 9 with the rest of them injured due to Percy's courtesy, without harming the horses, which he wanted to avoid.
Percy had once asked one of the pegasus at camp that why did some of pegasus help Kronos and his army in the battle. The pegasus had replied that their life in the forests was not as easy as it seemed, and their life was always in danger due to predators and monsters, with monsters being the main cause of fear. Many of them readily complied because the armies provided them with more than enough food, and once they join them, the monsters can't harm them, so they can live peacefully till they are called upon for battle. Sometimes, the pegasus are harmed if they do not join, which too, was a big reason for them joining.
So, Percy didn't know if the horses readily complied or were beaten until they did comply, and therefore he didn't want to harm them. That left Percy with only one option.
Percy reached to the minds of all the horses, and began to speak.
"Listen, all of you, I can't really defend myself without harming any of you, so push the humans off your backs, and run, otherwise I will be forced to harm you."
Most of the horses immediately left, leaving the thugs falling on the dust, with two brave and prideful horses remaining there, neighing confidently. Percy sighed at that, and immediately used the distraction of the horses running, and knocked one of the nearby fallen thugs with the hilt of his now uncapped riptide.
One of the two riders charged straight at him. Percy, too began to run, and at the last moment ducked a bit, avoiding the incoming sword as well as using his sword to cut off the front legs of the horse. The rider fell a few feet forwards, and Percy immediately sliced of the neck of the horse, putting it out of its misery. Seeing this, the last horse neighed loudly in fear, and pushed its rider off and ran away.
"You, boy, listen carefully, we aren't going to kill you in one blow. We will capture you, and then daily cut off limb by limb, till you are asking for death, and then, we will show mercy on you, and kill you, with a sword in your brain" one of the thugs said, grinning maniacally.
Percy, being Percy, was not at all fazed by this. He has had even more frightening threats given to him, and personally, he didn't think they could beat the torment he and Annabeth had felt in Tartarus. He charged at on of them, but while he was engaged, two of them pressed from behind and slashed at both of his legs.
He dodged on of them by moving his leg, but the other one made a deep cut on his calf, making him fall on one knee.
Percy grunted, but still determined, swung the flat of his blade in a circle The blade hit all the three thugs surrounding him on the knee, and all of them fell down. One of them dropped his sword, and Percy picked it up, and plunged it into its owner's stomach.
'Fine, if they want a real battle, they will get one' Percy thought as he discarded riptide, since it's sharp end couldn't hurt mortals, throwing it to the ground. He turned towards the other thugs, who had all gathered on one end, the two fallen down joining them hurriedly. There were 7 of them left, and he was sure he could kill them all if he wanted to.
"This is your last warning, after this I will not hesitate to kill you all, so if you all don't run then don't blame me for ending your sorry lives" Percy said, giving the thugs one final warning.
The thugs looked nervously among them. They had seen this teenager defeat 6 of them quite easily, and even though their names will be spit upon for running from a child, most of them valued their lives more than their pride.
4 of them ran away into the woods soon, leaving the rest of the scared but prideful thugs alone.
Percy looked at them, and was about to go on the offensive, when a horn was sounded, and about 10 riders, all wearing armour and wielding a sword came rushing through.
The remaining thugs cursed at this, and ran away after promising vengeance and throwing life threats at Percy.
Though, Percy wasn't fazed by this. It was usual villain stuff, really.
Percy sighed in relief, and went to a nearby tree for support. The calf of his left leg, where he had got slashed by a sword, was bleeding quite heavily, and a small bit of fatigue was dawning up on him due to the loss of blood. Usually, he would've just used the water in water vapor or from some other water body, but he couldn't just vanish a wound in front of these people.
So, Percy stood there, waiting for the guards. As they reached him, Percy stood upright, ready to fight or escape if he senses that there is some danger.
A tall bulkily built soldier, probably the leader of the squadron, spoke first,
"Who are you kid? And what is the purpose of your travels this far North?"
Percy didn't really know what to say, he hadn't really thought this through, and so decided to make up some story now, and just wing it from then on.
"I did not have much money left with me as after my parents died, I had no other family there, and there were no jobs open, so I decided to travel up North." Percy said, and continued speaking, opting that sweet talking to the guard would be in his best interests.
He put on a face, so that it seemed that he was very excited and starstruck, and said,
"I have heard about the great life in the North. Wonderful, they say. I have heard that one finds the kindest people in the North, and so I thought that I might be able to start a new life here. So, I came here, hoping that the people of the great city of North will allow this poor and hungry teenager to enter their city, so that I can start a new life."
The soldier took the bait, and spread his chest proudly, and nodded to him.
"Alright, get on my horse kid, I will take you to the maester to get your leg patched up."
And so, Percy climbed the horse, and entered the fort along with the guards, wondering what in Hades is a maester.
Although, what Percy didn't notice was a man standing on the walls of the fort, seeing everything from the start of his fight with the thugs.
It had been some time since Percy was brought to the 'maester' and was healed. To say that everything around is weird was a massive understatement. Everything around seemed so old, so…medieval. He wasn't sure what was happening around here, but he intended to find out soon.
After sometime, a guard came to take Percy. He said that he was being taken to meet the Lord of Winterfell. Percy couldn't really say no after they helped him, and so just went along with everything. They passed along the stables, the kitchen, a forge and many other structures which Percy couldn't recognize.
Soon, he was led through a big door, which led into a massive hall. At the very end of the hall, some people were seated, talking among themselves.
As soon as he entered, their attention turned to him. A man, with chains on his neck, spoke first.
"This is Lord Eddard Stark, the ruler of Winterfell." He said, gesturing too the imposing, bulky and tall person sitting in the middle of the men.
Percy nodded his head, and then stood in confusion, as all the people in the room seemed to glare at him, as if he had done some crime. The guard behind him pushed him, and glared at him fiercely, seemingly trying to convey something him, but Percy just stood in bewilderment. Was he supposed to go and take the hand of Eddard and kiss it? No, as much as he recalled from the movies, that was supposed to be only done to ladies.
"Bow down to the Lord of Winterfell, boy!" One of the guards present in the room barked at him.
Percy locked his gaze with the leader, and then looked around. Percy knew that if he doesn't bow, then they will punish him for it. But Percy didn't really want to bow. The sea doesn't like to be restrained, and Percy is son of the sea. Percy too, along with his father, is the sea. But this was also the matter of returning home. If he was punished here, or worse, killed, then he wouldn't be able to return home, he wouldn't be able to return to Annabeth.
Percy gritted his teeth, and begrudgingly kneeled, but stood up in just a second. The leader seemed to have noticed this, but seemed to ignore it, and nodded his head towards Percy.
"So, boy, what are you doing here in Winterfell? Where are you from? And why were there men chasing you, trying to harm you?" the leader, Eddard, as Percy recalled, asked him. Eddard's voice was struck a chord in Percy, and a slight shiver ran down his spine, but not in a bad way. Eddard's voice was neither kind, not egoistic. He neither held his head too high, nor low. His entire demeanour showed that he respected other people, but at the same time had a healthy amount of self-respect. If the leader here was just, then this place might not be that bad after all, Percy thought before replying.
"I am here to start a new life. I had no family left at my city, Manhattan, and there were no jobs available there. I had heard that the people up North are very kind, and I thought that I will be able to find some work and place to live. And, about those men, they were thugs, and I had encountered them while was travelling here. I had run away from them, and they seemed to have followed me for revenge. I was lucky that I was at the doors of Winterfell, and you are guards came to my aid, for which I am very thankful."
Eddard nodded, but then got a confused look on his face.
"Manhattan? Maester Luwin, is that some new village in Westeros?" Eddard asked, but the maester too looked confused too.
But while they were a little confused, Percy was just bamboozled. First, the thugs using sword instead of guns, then using horses for travel, a whole freaking castle with guards using shields and swords, a medic being call a 'maester', Winterfell, then Westeros, and then they don't know Manhattan? What was going on here?
"Manhattan, in New York, in America?" Percy asked desperately, hoping that at least America would ring a bell in their head. But all his hope wen down in the drains once doctor Lupin replied.
"Is that some new village down south? I have never heard of it, and I am pretty sure there are no mentions of a place called Manhattan in any of the scrolls that I have."
At that point Percy was just going crazy. The people here didn't even know of America. So, either the people here really suck at geography, or they really don't know about America. Percy honestly thinks it is the latter. And that is really what's bad. If people here don't know about America, then he is not in Alaska. Then where is he? Where did Zeus send him? How is he to return home if he doesn't even know where he is? All these thoughts were running in Percy's head when the maester coughed purposefully, shaking Percy from his thoughts.
"Ye-Yes. It is a new village in the south." Percy stammered out, still unable to grasp the situation he was in. The men in the room then talked among themselves, while Percy drowned himself in self-pity for the bad situation that he found himself in, the worst thing being that he didn't even know if he could drown in self-pity.
"Alright, listen boy, we, the people of the North, are kind but strict people. A shepherd, named Dorath needs help in tending his flock as his flock has grown quite big during this summer. You are assigned to help him, and in turn he will provide you with food and shelter. You can ask him for a pay, but giving it is completely up to him. And, if you commit a crime, after all the hospitality you have received here in the North, then the result will not be good." Eddard said. Percy nodded in affirmation, and soon the council was dismissed.
It had been two days since Percy was taken in by the shepherd Dorath. His three sons, named Bert, Marth and Randal, from youngest to oldest, soon became his friends. He was welcomed warmly by Raya, the wife of Dorath.
Watching the three sons, running in the fields, playing together, messing around, gave a Percy quite a bit of nostalgia. This could have been him and his friends, Nico, Jason, Leo, the Stolls, messing around with each other in the strawberry fields of the camps. Just thinking about that possibility makes Percy's eyes water. He deserved a break. They owed it to him. He wanted peace, all his life, and prophecy ruined it, in the past, and now, after the Giant War.
The prophecy. Just thinking about it made his blood boil. Percy, tried to calm himself, picturing nemo finally united with his family. If nemo the goldfish could do it, then so could he. He will go back to his family, Percy decided, and then relaxed under the shades of the tree, keeping a close eye on the cattle.
(Later that evening)
Percy was walking towards the lake that he had sensed when he had arrived in the castle, wanting to go near a water body for some time. He entered the castle, and made his way quietly to the lake. He had yet to tour Winterfell, the castle and the town, but he pushed that to a later date. He soon reached the lake, which were apparently in the 'Godswood' since nobody stopped him for any work, as most of the people still didn't know him, and to those who knew of his arrival, he was still an enigma.
He walked down to the lake, and laid on his stomach, putting his hands in the water. The water soothed him, and his mind immediately relaxed. He laid there for some time with his eyes closed, thinking about all the things that had happened since his exile along with the dilemma of how was he going to reach home.
While he was thinking, he suddenly smelled the strong scent of the sea, and slowly stood up. He took a deep breath, crossed his fingers, and slowly turned around, hoping that it would be him.
There he stood, his father, Poseidon, God of the Oceans, smiling at him sadly.
Percy shakily walked towards him, and stood in front of him.
"Dad." Percy said carefully, literally begging the fates in his mind for it to be some good news.
"Percy, my son," His father greeted him warily," how have you been?"
"Where am I father? What is this place, they don't know about America, they don't have cars, they don't have television, no phones, nothing! I don't know what this place is father, what is happening?" Percy rambled on quickly, a slight panic shadowing over him again.
Poseidon put both his hands on Percy, and steadied him firmly.
"Don't panic Percy, I will tell you everything, don't worry." Poseidon said, trying to calm Percy down.
Percy calmed down in a few moments, and nodded to Poseidon, gritting his teeth firmly, the panic now turned into anger.
Poseidon sighed, and started to explain the situation to Percy.
"Son, after the prophecy, as you know, Zeus blasted you off here. I have start- "
"But what is here dad, where am I?" Percy asked, cutting Poseidon off.
Poseidon sighed once more, and dragged the palm of his hand on his face, a sudden weariness taking over him.
"Percy, this information has never ever been given to anyone except the Gods. Percy, Alaska is not the only place where the Gods do not have power. There is one more place, a place where the power of gods is heavily minimized, and the place is on the North Pole."
On Percy's bewildered expression after hearing this information, Poseidon continued.
"During the rebellion against the Titans led by me and my brothers, some of the divine deities, consisting of both the titans and the gods, did not want to come in between the crossfire of the gods and the titans, most of them being cowards, and some genuinely wanting peace. These deities fled to the North Pole, since the North Pole had not yet been claimed by either the gods, the titans, the primordials and not even the monsters. After fleeing there, the said deities settled down in the North Pole, ruling over the people there, creating their own pantheon."
"But the North pole is just snow right? I didn't know that the north pole was habitable." Percy asked.
Poseidon smiled at the question, and replied, "No, the North doesn't actually consist only snow. The North Pole is actually a very big area, and consists of numerous islands and three continents, named Essos, Sothoryos and Westeros, the last one being the continent where you are. After the titans were defeated, the remaining titans then decided to take over the North Pole, since the most of the deities who had fled to North Pole were quite weak, and could be easily defeated by the titans even in their weakened state. Seeing this, the fled gods prayed to Lady Chaos, the creator of the universe, for protection from every divine being that is attacking them in the present, and the ones that might attack in the future, the future part of the request pointing towards the gods and the primordials. Chaos, ashamed by the acts committed by Gaea, her child, and her grandchildren, the titans, granted the wish of the fled deities, and blessed the North Pole as sort of an apology for the actions of her children. Since then, the titans', the primordials' and the gods' powers dampen significantly whenever they enter the North Pole. Sensing that the North Pole can never be theirs, the titans, monsters and the remaining enemy primordials fled to Alaska, and since then Alaska and the North Pole have been land beyond the Gods."
Poseidon, stopped for some moments, letting Percy collect his thoughts and letting all the information seep properly into his brain. After some time, Poseidon continued,
"Now, the blessing didn't actually consist protection from the demigods or monsters, but that didn't concern the 'Gods of the North Pole' since even though weak, they were still higher beings, and could take care of the monsters and the demigods with only slight difficulty. Now, they have grown quite powerful since the time they fled as their lands have prospered a lot, and the number oof their worshippers have increased significantly. Even though the strongest of them is probably only as strong as the some of the Olympians, and are still slightly weaker than the 'Big three', the fact that our powers dampen in the North give them a huge advantage. This power soon went to their heads, and they started disregarding the ancient laws. Now, in many occasions the ancient laws have seemed stupid, and to be honest most of them are stupid, but some of them were made for the benefit of all. These North Gods blatantly disregarded them, and now their lands are filled with chaos leading to the science here being not much developed. Since the relation between the two pantheons, Greek and the North, is not good, and due to the direct involvement of the north gods in all the matter, the demigods and monsters do not enter the world. And to stop some foolish demigod or mortal going in their lands, heavy mist magic is placed surrounding the land of the Northern gods, strong enough to even deceive a powerful demigod. This mist has been clouding the 'real North Pole' so that people don't enter their lands and kill themselves. Now, due to the prophecy that Apollo spit during the council meeting after the Giant war, Zeus' head short circuited, which is very funny considering he is the god of lightning, here you are, at a place where you shouldn't be." Poseidon concluded.
Poseidon looked at Percy to see his reaction, and would have laughed if not for the graveness of the situation.
Percy looked like his brain had combusted into ashes, his mouth hanging open in shock at the sudden information.
Percy was utterly confused, and he didn't know why he was even surprised after seeing after how his life went. Though one thing really bugged him, and he decided to ask Poseidon about it.
"So, why haven't I been killed yet? I mean, not that I want to be killed or something, but still. Am I not an enemy?"
"Well, I too initially thought that you wouldn't be able to survive here alone, but it seems that the fates need you, and they might be protecting you from the Gods. That might also probably be the reason I have not been attacked yet. The fates must have thought this conversation is necessary. In case they would have attacked me, I could have just flashed out of here, so there was no real harm in coming, and even if there would have been danger, I would have still come to see you." Poseidon said, making Percy smile from ear to ear. "Although don't take this for granted Percy. The fate can change at any time, there will be many crossroads in your path ahead, and every wrong turn taken will not result in something good. Zeus sent you here because he knew that you will be killed here. You need to show him you are not stupid. You are the son of the God of the Oceans and the Earthshaker. You, my son," Poseidon said, while gripping Percy's shoulder tightly, looking him in the eyes deeply, "have to live."
Percy nodded in determination, adrenaline rushing through his veins at the thought of showing Zeus who he was.
Percy talked with his father for some more time, and in that span, they talked about many things. Poseidon would have just flashed Percy out of here if he could, but the fates wanted him here, and for that they were somehow preventing Percy from flashing out of here.
Percy is quite sad after hearing that he will not be able to get out of here anytime soon. His only hope was that after fulfilling the Prophecy, the fates would allow him to go back home to Annabeth, so that they could go to the college in Rome together, as they had planned.
Poseidon even revealed to Percy that he had been gathering the army of Atlantis for war in case he could wage war on Zeus and the fates to help Percy get back, but Percy immediately asked Poseidon to not wage a war. Thousands of innocent lives will be dead if the war is waged, and for what? Just for one demigod? No, Percy wouldn't be able to live with the blood of the innocent on his hands, even though it will be indirect. Poseidon refused to call of the war, but Percy convinced him after some time to not wage a war. Poseidon had said that the people of Atlantis wouldn't even blink an eye to wage war for the life of their prince, and would do so readily, not because of their duty but due to their love. Percy was touched by the love, but since he was their prince, the protection of their lives was his responsibility too.
Percy also asked Poseidon to promise that the information of where he is should not be told to anyone. He did not want his wise girl to come looking for him here. The fates might have protected him, but the same thing could not be said if Annabeth or any of his friends too arrived here. Poseidon understood this, and promised Percy that the information will not be given to anyone.
Both father and son sit beside the lake for some time in comfortable silence for some time. After that, Poseidon stood up, and Percy followed the action.
"One last thing Percy," Poseidon started, "you will need riptide a lot in this place, but riptide will not be able to harm, these mortals. Hand it to me for a moment." Poseidon asked, putting forth the palm of his hand.
Percy removed riptide and handed it over to his dad. Poseidon gripped it in his hand tightly, and closed his eyes. After a few seconds, a sea green mist covered riptide, and Poseidon handed it back to Percy.
"Now it will be able to also harm mortals." Poseidon explained, answering Percy's question gaze.
"Also," Poseidon said, then waved his hand in the air, procuring a small band, made of slightly elastic golden and green threads.
"This is a shield that Tyson made for you. He worked continuously for two days without sleep to make it." Poseidon said, who gave the band to Percy, who in turn put it on his hand.
"Think about the shield." Poseidon said.
Percy thought of the shield appearing, and soon a shield magically expanded out of the band, his hand on the handle. The shield was made of celestial bronze, with the images of all of Percy's quest on the front, the shield displaying them proudly.
"The shield too will be able to make mortals bleed in case you have to us it." Poseidon said.
Percy nodded, and asked his dad to convey his thanks to Tyson, and give him a big hug from Percy.
Poseidon then looks at Percy sadly, and Percy instantly knew their time was up.
"Bye Percy, take care of yourself, don't do anything stupid, and I love you." Poseidon said with all his heart.
Percy couldn't express his feelings with words, and rushed forward to hug his dad. They separated after several moments, and smiled at each other one last time before Poseidon left.
"Until next time." Poseidon said, and faded into bright sea mist.
Percy stared at the place where Poseidon stood for a long time, and then whispered,
Until next time.
So, I hope you like the chapter. This idea had been in my head for some time, and I thought that Percy in the Game of Thrones will give it a very interesting twist. So, please review if you like the chapter, or have some suggestions.
Thanks for reading.
Until next time.