Dragon Slayer Demigod
Disclaimer: Percy Jackson is the property of Rick Riordan, and Fairy Tail is the Property of Hiro Mashima. Any jokes made or other references to any other works are property of their respective owners. I don't own this in any way. So please don't sue me.
Chapter 1: A New Beginning
(Seven Years before Main Events)
A young Percy was sitting in a church, a black suit on; his eyes were puffy and red from crying. At the front of the room was a closed coffin; a picture of a woman with blue eyes sat on the coffin. Her hair is long and brown, with a few streaks of gray. This was a picture of Sally Jackson, Percy's mother. She had died earlier this morning from a gas explosion in her place of work, leaving Percy all alone. A woman with black hair walked over to Percy. She wore a black suit and had a badge around her neck that Percy couldn't read through his tears and Dyslexia.
"Hello, Percy." The woman started, "My name is Diana MartÃn."
"H-hi," Percy sniffed, not looking up at her.
"How are you feeling?" Diana knelt to Percy's level. Percy didn't respond, still crying silently. "I know this must be hard on you, but can you answer some questions for me?"
"W-why?" Percy looked at her.
"I'm what's known as a Social Worker, and I'm here to help you."
"I don't wanna talk."
"I know, Percy, but this is important. Can you be brave for me?" Percy rubbed his nose.
"O-Okay."
"First, do you know who your father is?"
"N-No, m-my mom always told m-me, he, he was lost at sea."
"Oh, sweetheart," Diana hugged Percy, "I'm so sorry. Did your mother have any siblings?"
"N-no."
"Any family?"
"N-no, I'm all alone; I have no one." Percy's voice cracked. "I've lost everything!" Percy ran out of the church as fast as he could, leaving Diana stunned.
"PERCY, WAIT!" Diana shouted as she ran after him, but Percy didn't stop running, and soon she lost him in a dense forest that was outside of the church.
(Olympus)
Poseidon was sitting on his throne, slumped in depression as he watched his son run off into a forest, distraught at the death of his mother.
"Curse this fate, curse these laws," Poseidon growled in his head, "Curse the fact I can't acknowledge my son without invoking my brothers' wrath." Poseidon watched as Percy soon collapsed in a clearing next to a lake, screaming in despair to the heavens, unable to move anymore from his exhaustion. Poseidon, unable to watch his son's grief anymore, waved his hand, and the image faded. Poseidon, steeling his resolve, teleported to his son. When he arrived, Percy had fallen unconscious, his exhaustion claiming him. Poseidon scooped Percy in his arms and looked at the form of his son. "I'm so sorry this has happened, Percy; I never wanted this." Percy unconsciously snuggled into his father's arms. "It seems," Poseidon smiled a bit, "I'll be calling in that old debt." Poseidon, Percy in arms, teleported again. When the light dimmed down, he was in front of a cave with an enormous entrance. Poseidon walked into the cave to the back where a giant dragon lay, sleeping. The dragon had dark-red scales, a beige underside, and a horn-tipped nose. He has bat-like wings and sports canine teeth, and sharp claws. The dragon also bears several caudal spines around his face, with a large crystal-like horn protruding from the top of his head. Two fire-like tattoos are on his chest, and flames radiate off various parts of his body, even though he is asleep. "Wake up, old friend." Poseidon's voice echoed through the cave, causing the dragon to stir. The dragon opened one of his eyes and stared at the Sea God, blinking as he did.
"Why are you here?" The dragon's deep voice resonated around the room. "Poseidon."
"I need your help, Ignia."
"Doing what, exactly?"
"This is my son," Poseidon looked at Percy, "Percy Jackson, his mother died earlier today."
"I know what you're going to ask, and my answer is; forget it."
"You owe me, Ignia. You swore on the Styx to uphold it no matter how many centuries passed." Ignia growled as he rose to his full height.
"You ask me to raise a human child, your son or not; I won't do it." Thunder boomed outside.
"I hold you to your oath." The God and the Dragon stared each other in the eye, unblinking, until Ignia sighed.
"I know you, Poseidon; you want me to do something else as well."
"Yes. My request is for you to raise Percy, train him, and protect him until he is ready to face the world he will be thrust into."
"You would ask me to teach him Dragon Slayer magic?" Poseidon nodded. Ignia sighed again, and his form started glowing orange, and soon he was standing in front of Poseidon in his human form. "Very well, I will raise Percy as if he were my own, teach him the secrets of Dragon Slayer Magic, but know this; I do not like this, but my word binds me, and if he learns the truth of your identity, he may come to resent you for the rest of his life." Poseidon looked down at Percy, who was still asleep.
"I know, and I am prepared to accept that chance."
"Then consider us even, Sea God."
"Thank you, Ignia." Poseidon laid Percy down on a small, flat rock and teleported away. Ignia returned to his original form, looking at the tiny human as tears fell from Percy's eyes.
"M-mom, no!" Percy shouted as he sat upright and looked around. "Where am I?" then he saw Ignia staring at him. Percy, trembling in fear, crawled backward, looking at the dragon. "Wh-who are you?!"
"I am the Fire Dragon God, Ignia," Ignia responded, "You are in my mountain home."
"If you're a god, can you bring my mother back?"
"I'm not that type of god, human."
"Are you going to kill me?"
"No, I have been asked by your father to raise and train you."
"My father is lost at sea." Ignia snorted a bit. "What?! It's the truth!"
"Did your mother tell you that?"
"Yes!"
"Well, as in all things, the truth is far more complicated. Your father is a god, boy."
"A god?"
"Yes, and while I won't tell you his name yet, know that he cares for you deeply. Now, on to your training. I will be teaching you an ancient form of magic."
"Magic!" Percy perked up at the thought.
"DON'T INTERRUPT ME!" Ignia roared, causing the cavern to shake.
"S-sorry."
"As I was saying, this type of magic is called Dragon Slayer magic." Percy tilted his head.
"Why would you teach me magic that I can use against you?"
"This boy, he's more perceptive than he lets on; this could be fun." Ignia flicked his tail. "A Dragon or Dragon Slayer is immune to the elements they wield, and I will be teaching you Fire Dragon Slayer magic. As such, you will be unable to hurt me."
"That makes sense." Percy made a closed, vertical fist and hit his open palm.
"Quite, now get some sleep; we will start early tomorrow morning."
"Okay, Ignia." Ignia curled back into a ball, his tail resting near his mouth, and closed his eyes. As he was drifting into sleep, he felt a slight pressure on his tail. Ignia opened one eye and saw Percy lying on his tail.
"What are you doing?" Ignia asked.
"You're warm." was all Percy responded with before he fell asleep.
"Well, that's about the answer I'd expect from a hatchling." Ignia closed his eye again and fell asleep not too long after that.
(Time skip three months later)
Percy was running around the mountain range that he and Ignia called home, rocks strapped to his limbs. Percy's face was drenched in sweat from the effort as he completed his fourth hour of running. Percy had changed over the last three months. His black hair now reached down to his upper spine, and his sea-green eyes now had slits in the pupil from learning dragon slayer magic from Ignia. While he still had the stature of a child, Percy was gaining muscle.
"Come on, brat, only two miles left." Ignia's voice called as he flew over the cliff next to Percy.
"YOU TRYING TO KILL ME, OLD MAN!" Percy shouted as his adopted father.
"Old man?! Just for that, I'm adding another two miles."
"Me and my big mouth." Percy slumped his head.
"NO SLOUCHING!" Ignia exhaled fire at Percy, not enough to hurt him but enough to remotivate him.
"Yes sir!" Percy continued his run as he did; Ignia felt himself smiling a bit.
"Percy's definitely grown on me over these last few months, though I'll never admit it out loud." After that, Percy mostly ran in silence, and eventually, he ran the entire four-mile extra distance. Percy slumped against a cliffside, unstrapping the rocks from his limbs, and started to regain his breath. "You know, you didn't have to run the extra two miles, right?"
"I know, but I want to prove that I'm strong." Percy smiled at Ignia. "After all, I'm the son of the Fire Dragon God."
"HAHAHAHA!" Ignia laughed at his adopted son. "A fine philosophy." Ignia looked down at Percy. "But you know I'm not your real father, right?"
"I know," Percy looked up at the sky above him. "But, honestly, these last three months, you've been like the father I've always wanted." Percy smiled at Ignia.
"He's ready." Ignia held out a claw. "Climb on." Percy looked at the dragon, a shocked look on his face. "DON'T MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF!" Percy scrambled to his feet, climbed on Ignia's claw, and crawled to his back. "Hold on tight."
"Alright, Dad." Percy clutched one of Ignia's back spikes. Then, without another word, Ignia took off into the sky. At first, Percy could barely keep his eyes open from the wind speed, but eventually, he looked below at the world racing underneath them. Percy spread his arms, catching the wind, his delight seeping onto his face. After some time of flying, Ignia landed on an empty mountain, standing on his hind legs, arms crossed, while Percy stood next to him.
"Do it." Percy looked nervously up at his father.
"Are you sure? I don't wanna disappoint you."
"Just do what you can."
"O-okay." Percy inhaled. "Fire Dragon: ROAR!" A small jet of flame shot from Percy's mouth, barely extending over the cliffside and fizzling out. "How was that?" Ignia looked down at his son.
"For a hatchling, rather well, but now watch how your 'old man' gets it done." Ignia inhaled. "Fire Dragon: ROAR!" Ignia unleashed a torrent of flame that blasted off the top of the nearby mountain.
"AWESOME!" Percy shouted, looking at Ignia. "When do I get to learn that?"
"You already know how to do that. All you have to do is keep a fire in your belly."
"Okay, dad!" Ignia looked at the horizon, seeing the sun begin to set.
"Now, it's getting late. We should get back to the cave, and you need to study again."
"Awww, come on, dad!" Percy whined. "All those books make my head hurt."
"NO EXCUSES!" Ignia glared at his son. "A healthy mind and a strong body is the only way you'll master Dragon Slayer magic!" Percy pouted a bit and then smiled at Ignia.
"Okay then, dad." Percy climbed on Ignia's back and set back off to the cave they called home.
(Time skip one hour later)
Percy had a stack of books behind him as he held one called 'Greek Mythology for dummies.' Percy was staring at the pages of the book, the names, dates, and feats all swimming before his eyes.
"Book down." Ignia called as he finished digging the last of their dinner out of his teeth.
"Okay." Percy put the book down and looked at his father.
"Now, how did Sysiphus escape being punished for the crime of binding Thanatos, thus stopping death?"
"By, um," Percy scratched his head, "By sneaking out past Cerberus and living with his wife?" Percy responded, unsure.
"Wrong. Sysiphus told Hades his wife forgot to bury him with a coin under his tongue. Thus he returned to the world of the living and lived there for a time before being caught again." Ignia shook his head. "You need to learn these things; it's important."
"I'm trying!" Percy shouted, frustrated, "but every time I pick up one of the books, all the words get jumbled, and I can't read them!" Ignia looked at his son, surprised. "I try and try and try, but it always ends the same." Percy started crying a bit. Ignia's expression softened, and he walked over to his adopted son.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I-I didn't want to appear weak." Percy sniffed. "I want to make you proud of me." Ignia glowed orange again and shifted to a human form. Percy looked up to see a toned, muscular man. His dark orange hair is styled upwards, with the tips somewhat tinged and two strands framing the sides of his head. His upper body has several red tattoos, including flame-like ones on his face, a red sun covering much of his left pectoral, and a tribal design that runs down his left arm. He had loose pants with a fur lining in the middle: the top is dark-colored while the bottom is light. He wears a wrap around his waist, with an apron-like cloth over his pants, bearing diamond shapes and an X-design. Bandages cover his right forearm, and his accessories include three triangular dangling earrings on each ear and a large gold chain with a cross-shaped pendant around his neck. "D-dad?" Percy stuttered.
"Yes, son." Ignia hugged Percy and held the boy. "I'm so sorry. I should have remembered you, like all Demigods, are dyslexic."
"What does that mean?"
"It means you have trouble with words and numbers. It's because your brain is different from other humans."
"Is that bad?"
"No, you are just more inclined to learn Ancient Greek than English."
"Why is that?"
"Because you're a son of a Greek God."
"You mean my birth father?"
"Yes, I will have to be more patient with you from now on. But for now, let's get some sleep; it's late."
"Okay, dad." Percy wiped his nose as Ignia returned to his dragon form, and the two fell asleep.