Shallow water surrounded Percy's feet. The waves hitting the coast flushed over his feet again and again. Now it was already a few days that he had spent on Dragonstone. He wasn't treated badly. He was given food and water and was allowed to move freely on the island. But he was not happy. No wonder if he considered being ended up in a completely strange world without knowing if he could ever return to his own.

Percy almost always thought of his home. Camp Half-Blood, his mother, Chiron, Grover or Tyson. Above all, however, he thought of Annabeth. Somehow, the thought that he might never see her again was so bad that he felt his body was filled with sorrow. He looked out to the sea and secretly hoped to see a familiar face at some point. But he knew it wasn't too likely. He was far away from home and friends.

"Ah. I thought I'd find you here, Percy. "

Percy wheeled around. Behind him was Tyrion. To Percy, in the last few days, he had become something you could call a friend.

Tyrion looked out at the sea, then back to Percy: "You seem to like being by the sea. "

Percy nodded: "For me, this is the only place here where I feel close to my home."

Tyrion eyed him warily: "You'd almost think you were born to be here."

Percy smiled. He hadn't told Tyrion of his special abilities or of hid parentage, and he didn't know if he would ever do it. It would probably only make things worse if he gave out too much information.

"Why did you believe me when I got here? That I don't come from here, I mean."

Tyrion shrugged: "Actually, there were only three ways to explain your appearance. The first possibility would be that you weren't mentally stable. I've met people like that before, and they made a different impression on me than you did. The second possibility would have been that you were some kind of spy and you made up that story just to have an excuse to come to Dragonstone. The third option would be for you to just tell the truth. Maybe not the most likely one, but the look your eyes had after you saw the map. . . well. Either you're a good actor or you're really telling the truth. I decided on the latter and communicated that to Queen Daenerys."

Percy nodded: "Thank you again. I was afraid no one would believe me. "

Tyrion didn't answer at first, but then he suddenly asked: "Do you have any idea how you got here? A reason, perhaps, that might have brought you here."
Percy shook his head. "Maybe it has something to do with the war we're having right now."

Tyrion raised an eyebrow in surprise: "There's a war in your world?"

"Yes, family matters, long story."

Tyrion seemed to have recognized Percy's unspoken desire not to go into further detail. "Seems like we have more in common than we thought."

They were silent for a while before Percy spoke again: "You told me your family is in charge here right now. But then why do you support the opposing side?"

"I never had the best relationship with my family, Percy, especially to my father and my sister."

"I would like to have a sister", Percy replied.

Tyrion laughed bitterly: "You don't want to have a sister like Cersei, believe me, Percy."

"Is she hat bad?"

"Bad? I don't think that's the right term. Maybe one day you're unfortunate enough to meet her."

Percy just nodded and decided not to go into the matter any further.

Suddenly he heard footsteps behind him. One of the men in uniforms who had accompanied him to the castle with Tyrion approached them. He didn't have his helmet on so you could see his face. He had very short hair and a slightly darker complexion.

"The Queen wants to see you", he announced, looking at Percy.

Daenerys Targaryen stood on a cliff and gazed at the landscape that stretched out in front of her. She turned when Percy reached her.

"You, um, wanted to see me", Percy asked.

She nodded briefly. "A message just arrived here. Your name is on it."

Her voice sounded different from the first encounter, kind of worried. She handed Percy a small folded piece of parchment. There was nothing on the front but his name. Percy turned the page to get a glimpse of the back. There was something written there. Percy read. And what he read caused the blood in his veins to freeze.

"Hello, Percy. If you're reading this, I guess it means you haven't been killed yet. Congratulations. But if you think you're through the worst, you're wrong. The game has just begun. Maybe you've already made friends here in Westeros. I've already made friends. Powerful friends who are excited to meet you, I can promise you that. You better stay alive, otherwise Camp Half-Blood and Olympus will soon be destroyed. Not that you could change something about that anyway. Winter is coming, Percy. I'll see you soon."

The Great Hall of the Red Keep was crowded. Everywhere were people looking towards the Iron Throne. Cersei Lennister, the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, had taken her seat. Right next to her was her Hand, Qyburn. The members of the Queensguard, led by her brother Jaime, had taken their postions. Cersei's gaze rested on a young man. He had blond hair, furthermore she noticed the jagged scar on his right cheek.

"You are in the presence of Cersei of the House of Lennister. Queen of the Andals and protector of the Seven Kingdoms", was announced.

"It is an honor to meet you, Your Grace. I've heard you're at war with Daenery's Targaryen, and I've also heard you need more men. I can offer these men."

"You have already said that to get this audience", Cersei replied. "Unfortunately, I don't see a single soldier here who belongs to your army."

"They are currently outside of King's Landing", replied the young man "I thought it to be wise not to take them with me, as the sight of foreign soldiers might lead to the wrong conclusions."

Cersei nodded, "A valid objection. How long will it take you to bring your soldiers to King's Landing?"

"It won't take two days", the young man answered. "You will then find an army to help you defeat Daenerys Targaryen and her three dragons."

"And how can I be sure you're telling the truth?" Cersei asked. "I don't know of any house here in Westeros that can raise a number of soldiers that could make a difference to this war. At least not one that fights on our side."

"I don't come from Westeros but from lands in the far east of Essos. Rest assured, this men will help you defeat all of your enemies."

"Very well", Cersei spoke. "See that your soldiers are ready for battle. If you dare coming here with intentions to jeopardize the crown, you will see how we deal with traitors in these lands."

The man nodded: "Everything will be to your liking, Your Grace."

Then he made a slight bow, turned around and left the hall.

When exiting the Red Keep, Luke smirked. 'Well, that was easy", he thought. "Seems like the lioness truly is desperately trying to win this war of hers. Anyway, these fools won't stand a chance when winter arrives. And neither will the Olympians." He chuckled. "Now, let's move onto the second phase of Kronos' grand plan."

A/N: Hi guys,

as you may have noticed. I slightly changed the second chapter. I did so because of the very poor quality of the previous version. Now, it should be better.

I think I will continue to upload further chapters, this will happen on a irregular basis though.. But rest assured that this story is not abandoned.