A/N: Since it seems people actually like my writing, here's another chapter. I changed a bit of the prologue as it was more of a test run to see if people would even read this fic. So some minor edits but mostly the same, enjoy! Also I changed the ending of this chapter as it felt right and more dramatic.

Chapter 1

Percy's POV

"Where are you sending me, I swear if you send me to some hellscape I'll be very pissed."

"It is a place beyond the reach of the gods, you will be in a primitive world. WIth no gods, many forces are left untamed and free to command."

"That doesn't answer my question, where are you sending me." They glanced at each other as time resumed with the animals continuing to run around like nothing happened.

"You're already there, it is called Westeros"

I looked around and deadpanned, "No seriously, where are you sending me."

"You must be prepared for the challenges you face, styx's blessing was removed when we took you here as it was from your world and not here."

I stared at them for a bit, finally I blurted out, "So I am no longer invincible."

Not responding, they said, "We wish you the best of luck in your journeys, farewell Perseus."

They started to glow, I recognized it as flashing and looked away, it would be pretty embarrassing to die by flashing after everything I have done.

I mumbled, "Great, now what." Guess it is time to test my mediocre survival skills."

I stretch out my senses looking for water, where there is water there is civilization. I could sense a river to the East and the ocean to the West, normally I would go towards the ocean first, but the river is closer and I am dead tired.

With my entire body still recovering from the fight, I knew once I made it to the river I would need to rest, one does not fight the titan of time without consequences.

As I started my trek, I ran through my head what I had and knew about Westeros. I knew it was primitive, but that could mean anything, everything is probably primitive to the gods so who knows. My shorts and camp half-blood t-shirt are pretty much shredded beyond repair, stained with blood, ichor, burn marks, cuts, and tears.

I still had my camp necklace thankfully, and checking my pants, I let out a sigh of relief when feeling my trusty ball point pen.

"Guess it really does follow me anywhere, even to new worlds."

So basically I am stranded in a new world with no food, clothes that will fall apart any second and no information about said world, only it's name and a future threat in the North. The only good thing was that I still had riptide, but with my luck it probably won't work since I could be fighting aliens for all I know. I could hear rushing of water in the distance.

"Finally, I really need a wash." Without hesitation I jumped into the river and let my aches heal away and the dried blood washed off me. I tried to focus, but this is crazy, in a new world, alone, no allies or friends. I needed a plan, I am on my own, I need to find people so I can learn the lay of the land. So my main goal is to find information on Westeros and learn about it. I need to be prepared, I don't have Annabeth here to tell me what to do. After around an hour of sitting at the bottom of the river, I swam to the surface and jumped to the shore.

Willing myself dry, I started to continue my trek in hopes of finding people. As I was walking, I heard shouting in the distance. My view was blocked by heavy foliage so I took riptide and was about to start hacking my way through to the forest, but then something burst threw the foliage and was about to collide into me.

Years of fighting for my life made me pretty alert so I immediately side stepped and let it trip and crash into the ground.

I observed that he looked human but was pretty small. He had mismatched eyes and was covered in high quality cloth colored red and gold. He was sweaty like he ran a marathon. He rolled over and looked at me with his eyes wide.

He looked at my sword and his face drained of blood, he said "Whatever they are paying, I can pay more."

"What are you talking about, who even are you?"

"I am Tyrion Lannister and I could use your help against some bandits."

"What bandits?"

All of the sudden a group of six ragged and skinny looking men burst through the forest carrying rusty blades and poor leather armour. One of them who looked like the leader with slightly better equipment said, "Don't make this any harder Imp."

"Hey wait a minute, what's going on here?" I exclaimed.

The leader studied me and saw riptide, "Nice blade, I think we will be taking that and then you can be on your way after we gut this little creature."

I didn't know what was going on but I knew I wasn't going to give them riptide or let them kill whoever this Tyrion guy was, he didn't seem really aggressive and I needed information about Westeros.. I spread out my feet, tensing my muscles, getting into a battle stance and said, "Come and take it."

One of them with crooked and yellow teeth charged at me with a knife, he pulled his arm back and thrusted. I sidestepped to the left and brought the riptide down with lightning speed, cutting off his sword hand at the wrist. I jabbed him in the gut with my free hand. He kneeled over clutching his right hand, or where his right hand used to be. Pressing my advantage, I kneed him in the chin, knocking out some of his remaining rotten teeth.

The other five starred. All of this occurred within seconds, with skill none of them have ever seen before.

The leader looked at me and growled, "You will pay for that, we outnumber you, you can't win."

Not even responding I sprinted and jumped over one of the opponents. As I landed behind him, I spun around using my momentum to hit him in the back of the head with the hilt of riptide and kicked his unconscious body into the sand. I spun around, blocked a sword swing, and proceeded to head butt the offender in the nose. He instinctively reeled back, dropping his weapon and holding his nose screaming words my mother would never approve of. I used this distraction to stab him in the left shoulder, tearing through his armour and going all the way out the other end Blood spurted out in what was probably a non fatal wound as threw him off my sword. 3 down, 3 to go.

The 3 left looked at me in shock and obviously realized that they weren't going to win this fight.

I waited a couple seconds as we looked at each other and calmly said, "Leave… NOW!."

They ran like headless chickens back into the forest. Smirking, I turned around to face Tyrion and hopefully find out what happened.

He was about to speak when he yelled "Behind you.!" I turned around right as an arrow hit me square in the chest from the leader. I started coughing blood as I am pretty sure my lung was punctured. I stumbled back as he drew a rusty dagger and ran at me grinning like a mad man.

"Should have just given us a blade and walked away you brat."

I stumbled a bit more and fell on my back with a thud as I coughed up more blood and my lungs burned.

As blood spewed out of my chest and mouth, I stood there thinking, "Am I really going to die like this, no, I won't allow it, especially by some scumbag." I rolled onto my stomach, which I regretted instantly as I am pretty sure I pushed the arrow further into my chest. As he got closer and. started to crawl towards the river, I reached out and felt my gut tug as the water came to me. It crashed into me as I ripped out the arrow, my wounds instantly healed.

My eyes glowed as I turned around to a bandit who looked like he really regretted shooting that arrow.

He stumbled backwards, "Who..o...What are you!."

I looked upon him with divine rage, all my grief pooling over as getting shot with an arrow was just the last straw. " You want to know who I am, know how much you royally screwed up, I am a demigod, son of Poseidon, the Stormbringer!" Clouds started to swirl above the sky as thunder sounded in the background and the air around me swirled at my feet.

"The Earthshaker!". I started walking towards the now cowering man. With each foot step there was a very distant boom as the earth shook with anger rivaling one of my father's temper tantrums.

"And God of the seas, lord of the ocean and all its creatures!" The water around me from healing me and started to combine with the swirling air to form a miniature hurricane as I was almost in front of the now crying and pathetic bandit.

"And you're pissing me OFF!" The hurricane broke and enveloped him with water dragging him to the depths of the river with some air bubbles escaping where he struggled in vain to breathe until finally he stopped as all was silent. I was panting as my anger dimmed, and I started to calm down.

I heard something behind me and spun around with riptide ready to fight possible assailants. But all I saw was a slack-jawed Tyrion,

His eyes were the side of plates as he stared at me with fear, caution, and most of all… curiosity.

We looked at each other awkwardly for a while until he blurted out, "What the Fuck."

For those of you who think he wouldn't do that, anyone who has had a bad day knows people can only take so much until the snap and Percy's powers have always been fueled by his emotions. Along with the power increase in Westeros as there are no Gods/beings to wield the magic of the GoT world… yet.