PERCY

"Eidric." Percy called, already standing. "Meet The Drowned God."

"The Sea God." The god corrected with a frown. "That is to say, I am also the Drowned God, since he is the God of the Sea, but the Ironborn have sorely misrepresented me."

"O-kay." Eidric said, making Percy smile at the use of an Earth's word. "I am already kneeling, so, should I stand up and kneel, my God of the Sea?"

"Cheeky. Percy speaks highly about you, Eidric." The god replied with a smile. "Call me Embar, since my mother failed to name me."

"Your mother?" Eidric asked, his eyes widening. "Do gods have mothers?"

"Of course!" Embar said with a laugh. "We come to this Earth just the same as every human. My mother Rhoyne, fucked the Sea, and I was born out of it, to rule it."

"Yeah. Just like any other human." Eidric muttered. "How does someone fuck the sea itself?"

"That's something common for gods." Percy chimed in, laughter in his voice. The demigod shook his head, before straightening up, directing a nod to Eidric. The subordinate stood up as well, before bowing.

"A pleasure, Lord Embar. I will guard the entrance to the Godswood, Lord Jackson." And with that Eidric left, leaving only divine blood in the clearing.

"I would have never expected to see you here." Percy began, embracing the god. "Less so because we talked less than a fortnight ago."

"I had to." Embar replied somberly. "I bring news, and not of them are good."

Percy closed his eyes for a second, before two steaming chairs appeared, made of water. The god laughed.

"You didn't even need to lower the temperature. I'm impressed." Embar said, taking a seat. "Your powers are increasing. How far are you from the full power you had on your earth?"

"Maybe 50%." Percy said, scratching the back of his head. "My powers increased during my second stay on Tartarus." The thought dried his throat. Living through the Greek version of hell with Annabeth had been hard enough as it was, his sanity barely remaining. Travelling through it, alone and betrayed, had broken him.

"A powerful feat. Makes me feel better about what I'm asking of you."

"Ask away."

"This…will be the last time we speak, Perseus."

A breeze of wind accompanied his statement, carrying it through the wind, as soft as it was. Percy could feel the world coming to a still, his own heart stopping for a moment.

"Embar-"

"It is my time. To join my sweet Elenise, in the afterlife, with my fallen brethren. My mother awaits me. My watch has stood for too long."

The god's appearance changed in front of Percy's eyes, strength transforming into wisdom, and then, the fragility of the dawn of life, the power of his presence diminishing considerably.

"Embar, you fool. Did you pose a front just for Eidric?" The god laughed.

"I have a reputation to uphold."

"Embar-" Percy began, but the divine being raised his hand.

"Please, let us not fight. Not on my last day on this earth." Percy bowed his head, and both of them sipped their cups.

"I was here when it was built, you know?"

Percy raised an eyebrow. "You were in the construction of Winterfell?"

"Aye. Brandon Stark, the last hero, prayed to the Old Gods for magic, to keep Winterfell 'warm against the cold of winter'. The cold of the Others. I came, answering, and fulfilled his wish. Part of the magic you feel here comes from my own power."

Percy turned to look at the god. He had a wistful look on his face, a slight smile on his lips.

"Elenise scolded me." Embar continued. "Said it was too much for some lowly first man. But I knew, Winterfell was going to be special."

"It is." Percy confirmed. "In all my travels, only Yeen in Sothoryos exudes the same amount of power. Impressive for Bran the Builder to build something comparable to the majestic city of the dark beings."

After his seat, Atlantis, had been built in Sea Dragon Point, Percy had set out to sail the seas, and learn as much as he could about the strange world he had fallen into. Inspired by the sea travels of Lord Corlys Velaryon, Percy travelled wide and far, earning much wealth, and pushing economic advances in the North, and Westeros.

And it had been an adventure worthy of his times as the Son of the Sea God. Danger and daring, worthy of a hero of legends. He had travelled much of Westeros, and Essos, but his advances on the other continents on the planet were thwarted. Sothoryos, the southern continent, received him with hundreds of deadly diseases, wyverns, and huge apes. Hairy men who were known as Brindled men, with incredible strength, comparable to his own divine one. They were barely human, in physicality and personality, slightly educated at the coasts but savage cannibals further into the continent. And further inside laid Yeen, an old city made of black, oily stone. One that no one knew who built. One that scared even him, when a step inside a massive temple robbed him of his powers.

And further east, to Asshai-by-the-shadow and Ulthos…he had never made it to Ulthos. No one ever had.

Embar's head whipped towards him, his eyes narrowing. Percy smirked in return.

"You know the dark beings? The shadowlands?"

Percy shook his head. "I know about them. I saw Yeen, and some other ruins in Essos. The evidence was all there. I never did get to go all the way through Asshai by the Shadow, or the rest of the Shadowlands."

"And how did you learn about them, when no one in this world knows about them?"

"You forget, Embar, that my blood provides me access and sight of things that normal humans otherwise don't have."

"Fair enough." The god said. "What do you know of Asshai-by-the-Shadow?"

Percy swirled his cup before answering. "Not much. Like I said, I never did manage to get there. I've heard the tales though. Sorcery and dark magic, polluted water and perpetual darkness. Why?"

"It's a dark land, filled with madness and worse. Nothing worth ever came from there. It matters not because of what it is, but because of what is there. Or rather, whom."

A long pause, the silence only broken by their breathing. "Whom?" Percy asked with a raised eyebrow. Embar smiled bitterly.

"My uncle, to be precise. R'hllor is finally awake. The first of my kind to do so."

The demigod's gaze sharpened immediately, his hand breaking a cup of ice not even fine steel would shatter.

"R'hllor, the Red One?"

"Yes. I do not know how he woke before my siblings, or his siblings, but he is awake now… and it only gets worse. Slumbering did not heal him. If anything, he got worse. He is madder than he was."

"You talked to him?"

"Yes." The god admitted. "I even tried to send him back to sleep. He defeated me effortlessly and drained what little strength I had left."

"Shall I hunt him down, then?" Percy asked, dark green eyes swirling.

"You shall track him down, but his hunting is reserved for someone else. You'll need the children now, Perseus. And you'll also need those who sing the song of nature."

"The children? Of course not. We've argued about this, Embar. They're even younger than I was, and there's not a drop of divine blood in them. I would be sending them to their deaths."

"Divine blood isn't as especial here in this realm. Humans are capable of amazing feats. Not even your brethren can tame dragons, and Valyria had thousands of them."

"And Valyria is dead." Percy countered. "It's dragons dead, it's towers tore to the ground, it's colonies now, states of themselves."

"Valyria will live as long as there are those with the blood."

The Lord of Atlantis clenched his jaw. Beneath him, the floor trembled slightly.

"I will not involve the children. But I am partial to searching for the Children of the Forest. Have you got any idea of where they are?"

"Most likely in the forests, from the Neck up. There may be some of them living here, in Winterfell, though if so, they are hidden from me. And perhaps some remain in Essos, the so-called Woods Walkers." Ember said, his gaze carefully placed on Percy. "They will be wary of you, Perseus. They have never known anyone of your kind, so they will assume you a god. And their gods abandoned them to cruel fates."

Percy frowned. "I would have thought that the gods were as horny in this world as in my homeworld." Embar laughed.

"They were, but magic is different around here. Interspecies breeding is…against nature. You've seen what happens, with the Brindled men in the far south. There has only been one, the first emperor of the Empire of Dawn."

"I have." Answered Percy after a while. "Stillborns."

"At best." Embar said, grimacing.

"Back to the topic, please." Percy reminded the god, after the images of grey monstrosities born from the woman in Sothoryos plagued his mind.

"You'll need to go to Asshai-by-the-Shadow eventually, then. If you insist on shouldering the fate of the world in your shoulders again, Perseus."

"I won't put children in danger."

"Then your choice is made." Embar said, his eyes glowing before fading. "Much suffering awaits you, if even my clouded, weakened gaze can see a fraction of it."

"Why is R'hllor in Asshai?" Percy asked, ignoring the god's comment. Embar turned towards the southeast, a deep frown on his face.

" 'In the heart of darkness lies Stygai. A place where even the most cruel and depraved fear to tread'. My mother taught me that as a godling. Even gods do not dare to enter, very much like your own Tartarus. With his mind a broken mess, I cannot give you a fair reason of why he would search the dark city. He always did love the night, for all he claimed to be light."

"And what can I find in Stygai?" Percy asked with trepidation.

"Not even gods know." Embar admitted. "But the dark beings ran from whatever it is that lies there. It was them, not the dark beings, who built Yeen and the base of Leng, and a dozen more places. Places that were already ruins when my mother breathed her first breath. Places of incommensurable darkness. When the gods killed the dark beings, they wouldn't dare to reveal the secrets of Stygai. Even under torture."

"Sounds fun." The demigod said in a light tone. But the god, a usually calm and jester entity, did not laughed.

"Tread carefully, Perseus." Embar advised. "Everything you have lived in this world has not prepared you for this. It is a step back into your old life. You will need to be the hero you once were, the one capable of standing toe to toe against the mad titan king, Kronos."

"I will be." He vowed. At his words, Embar relaxed a little.

"Good." The god said. "There is something…stirring, in the far north. But you have time before that. It is not that pressing."

"You came all this way, just to tell me this, old man?"

"Percy…" Embar said, but the demigod shook his head, his eyes watering.

"You deserve your rest." Percy said. "For thousands of years you have roamed this realm, alone, protecting the living beings against darkness. You have done more than your duty. I will take up on your burden."

"Thank you." The god whispered softly. "It means much to me, that you will be my successor."

Percy nodded. "Just as long as I live, right?"

"Yes. Your sons will carry your burden, after you. The Lords of Sea Dragon Point will be the Lords of the Sea, not that anyone will ever know. You won't be gods, but your descendants will have your prowess."

"We'll be just amazing sailors." He said cheekily. Embar chuckled.

"Yeah, among other things. But you do need to marry, son. Quickly. I saw the look you gave Dacey Mormont the last time you saw her."

"Even you?" Percy whined. "It was a small crush, a long time ago! I was addled with hormones."

Embar laughed. "The great Perseus Jackson, son of the Sea God? Brought low because of hormones? Bah!"

"I was eighteen!"

"Bah!"

They both laughed. After that, the silence was comfortable.

"I'm not the son of the Sea God." Percy whispered. "Not here."

A heartbeat later, Embar answered.

"You are."

The demigod shook his head, but a smile graced his face. Reaching into his clothes, he took out the only thing that he had brought from his own realm.

"Shall we play UNO, then?"

"It is time." Embar announced when daylight began appearing on the horizon. With a sigh, he turned to Percy. "Take care of that idiot Robert Baratheon, and all my descendants, will you? Stannis, and the other ones. I swear, my connection with them dwindled with the valyrian blood. I can't even feel a connection at all with Robert's children."

"Of course. House Jackson will always be a friend of House Baratheon."

"Take care of yourself, my son." Embar said, placing a hand on Percy's shoulder. "Trust in yourself. You never stopped being a good man, even when the Olympians disowned you. Take care of the realm"

"I will…father."

"Beware of the gods. Soon, they will be awakening, as R'hllor did. Some of them will take offense with your foreign divinity, and some of them will seek to take the Lordship of the Seas from you."

"I will, do not worry. Everything will be fine."

The god's eyes clouded, before they cleared. With a smile, Embar took a step back, his form already dissolving.

"Yes. I think everything will be. When the time comes, Perseus, the children will do their part. You have to decide how trained they get there, how big of a chance they have of survival. Goodbye, Percy. I had a long, lonely life, filled with a heavy burden, but it was worth it, to get to know you at the end of it."

And with a final hug, the God of the Sea dissolved, joining his brethren in the place of falling gods.

"Always stubborn." Percy said, wiping a tear out. "Goodbye…Father."

The demigod turned to leave the clearing, his mind thinking of sleeping the day and pain away, when a metallic glint caught his eye. Turning, he saw a long, golden trident, resting on the floor. Closing his eyes, Percy opened his hand, the trident immediately flying to it. When he caught it, lightning shook the earth.

And when Perseus opened his eyes, they were glowing green.

Author's note

Almost like a filler, lol. The story does center around Percy, with the occasional chapter of Robert and Eddard. They will be the main players until the next generation grow a little.