Hey guys, welcome back to another story! How has your year been so far? Good? That's great to hear! Now, this fanfiction will be one that features an original plot in the Percy Jackson universe. I will try my best to make the story funny, as well as interesting and unique with a few ideas in my head that I would like to write. I also wish for feedback, whether it be harsh or not I want to improve my skills as a writer and develop my own unique writing style, so feedback is heavily encouraged. So, without further or do, grab your popcorn and get comfortable ladies, gentlemen and all in between as I proudly present, If Worlds Collide!
Disclaimer:
Rick Riordan owns the full rights to the Percy Jackson series; I do not own his characters only the plot and any original characters I decide to make.
Chapter one:
The council meeting
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Percy looked at the broken sky distastefully and found himself wondering for the hundredth time that day, found himself wondering how he was going to survive.
Dark and brooding thunder clouds surrounded the tear in the sky, the source of all of Percy's problems. It was so big that if he concentrated hard enough, Percy could see the mist shimmering in the air, trying desperately to conceal the massive crack in the sky.
Percy, like many others couldn't even remember what it was like to not be on the run. To live in a safe and sustainable home for more than a few days before having to move and constantly worry about where their next meal would come from.
Over the past year earth had experienced some of the worst tragedies to ever take place on its surface. The entire demigod population, Greek and Roman had nearly been cut cleanly in half. Many of the surviving demigods (Percy included) found themselves on the run, constantly hounded by monsters.
Any group of powerful demigods larger than two immediately found themselves being hunted by those strange yet large and powerful monsters. Hellhounds the sizes of trucks and Cyclopes the size of cars were included amongst that list.
It didn't help that the only gods who could help in a situation such as now were called to Olympus, namely Terminus and Dionysus who at the start of the sieges of both camps were called away due to 'unknown reasons'.
It sickened Percy to think that some demigods no older than ten years old had to try and survive by themselves on whatever limited supplies they happened to stumble on. It just wasn't right. It wasn't fair.
The mortals being mortals claimed that the mass destruction and home loss boiled down to some unknown terrorist attack on many if not all the major countries across the earth. There was many reports of many brutal and mysterious deaths, so it appeared that these new kinds of monsters didn't just attack demigods…
As tough as it was on Percy, none of this was anything compared to his situation with Annabeth. When the siege on camp half blood occurred, Percy and Annabeth were separated in the massive crowd of evacuating campers and with Iris messages seemingly not working it appeared like either Annabeth was dead or alive yet on the run.
While Percy had extreme faith in his girlfriend (She had survived Tartarus after all) everyone had their limits and Percy was afraid that with no special demigod abilities, that eventually the monsters would catch up with her.
After being separated from his true love, Percy managed to fight his way through countless hordes of monsters, but they seemed to stretch on forever and ever and eventually Percy was forced to flee from the one place he could call home.
He leaped into the sea, his father's domain embracing him and taking him away. That's how the twice saviour of Olympus found himself in the small cabin next to Montauk, right beside the sea and where Poseidon could protect Percy and where the demigod would be most powerful.
The demigod of the sea looked out his window sadly, seeing the beaches which once flowed with tourists and locals now looking baren and abandoned as mortals cowered in their barricaded homes hoping they weren't next to die to these strange new attackers.
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Meanwhile, atop the empire state building resided the all-powerful Olympian gods. Each god looked tired, yet ready for war. Each of the fourteen major gods were in either their roman or Greek form, depending on which one was stronger.
Jupiter sat in his marble throne trimmed with gold, his master bolt in his hand.
Juno sat next to her husband, her symbol of power, a golden staff topped with a lotus flower in her wrinkled hand.
Poseidon sat next to his brother, his classic trident in his hands while he wore sea green armour.
Demeter sat next to her sister, her Greek form being more powerful out of her two forms.
Pluto, who was granted a throne on Olympus during this time of war sat, his helm of darkness in his lap.
Vesta sat next to her sister's Greek counterpart, she looked to be about thirty in age. A rare occurrence for the goddess of the hearth.
Athena sat on her grey throne, depicting owls and feats of wisdom and courage. She had a spear in one hand and the Aegis in the other.
Mars sat in his tank like throne, a xiphos in his hand that he sharpened despite already being sharp enough to cut paper.
Vulcan, like his brother chose to remain in his roman form, the god of blacksmiths was tinkering with a small bronze contraption, waiting for the meeting to start.
Aphrodite as per usual was checking her perfect form, trying to find any imperfections on her perfect body. She of course found none but wanted to look busy.
Apollo (the roman version) sat in his blinding gold throne, his usual smile gone replaced by a stoic face, his hands remained taut on his bow.
Artemis, like her brother kept a calm yet emotionless composure. Her hands rested idly on her quiver and bow.
Mercury sat on his throne, his eyes darting around the room as if someone else was listening in. His knuckles turned white on his caduceus which for once was silent.
The last of the major gods was Dionysus, his thyrsus gripped in his hand as if an intruder would be harmed by a pinecone on a stick. But no one told that to the god of madness.
Countless minor gods Greek and Roman where spread throughout the throne room, all nervously waiting to the meeting to start. They where never called for meetings, so it worried them that they were ordered to join this meeting.
Jupiter cleared his throat and began to speak
"Thank you, gods of Olympus, whether you be Greek, or Roman I thank you for coming to this meeting"
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Hahaha, sorry guys but I gotta leave you all on a cliff-hanger. I Think anywhere over 1K words is pretty long and it's a pretty big standard to make and maintain throughout all the chapters of this story. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and if so remember to leave a review so I can learn and progress this story. Thanks for reading and see you next time.