"Are we enough?" She asked as a ragged breath rattled around her lungs. There was blood falling from her mud matted princess curls. Her knife arm was broken and there were minor nicks and bruises all over her. She looked like hell and I knew that if I didn't get her away from here she would soon die in battle. So I did the only thing I could do. On that bridge that leads into Brooklyn I pushed her. I pushed her 100 feet to the cold wintery water that lay below, I willed the water to take her in as if she wasn't falling at all and sent a quick prayer to my father to take care of her. I needed her to live, even if I didn't.

I turned to face the music surprised to hear the fighting had subsided, the beasts cornering me against the railing I had just pushed her over. Loud slow clapping erupted from a sole source. Not unlike when the Joker clapped for Gordon in "The Dark Knight." I scanned slowly and saw him. The traitor. He had an amused smirk on his face The scar that spanned the length of his face a vivid red and the vein in his forehead popping from the exertion he was putting in. One thing was different about him from the last time I had seen him though. His eyes. Glimmering gold that caught the light of the remaining sunlight in a glare only seen in metal, but he was unfazed.

"So you are my grandpa?" I asked in an emotionless voice. I realized one thing looking at my situation. I could run or I could fight, and I was too tired to do either.

"Yes… It's nice to finally meet you, face to face." His voice seemed to have a hiss at the end of his words unsettling me. Realizing how far Luke had gone to overthrow the gods was enough to push me over the edge. A second wind entering me I knew what I had to do. I couldn't kill him but I could kill his army and so I took a deep breath and felt a knot form and then rip in my stomach rattling the bridge from its bases as it started to crumble.

Blood trickled from my nose as my fists clenched and then there was darkness. I guess the bridge collapsed and I went with it. The last thing I remember is being pierced with an arrow and falling with the bridge I was stood on.

Then I woke up. There was a knock on the front door of a mud hut I had somehow ended up in. "Come in" I coughed out. Realizing the presence of the wound on my chest. But this wasn't New York and the place I was in seemed ancient.

A man entered the door, his eyes held age but he looked to only be in his forties, with a scar that went over his right eye. The light black and chain armor seems to rest easily on his shoulders as well as the two broad swords on his back.

"Where am I" I sputtered out between boughs filled with blood.

"Kaer Morhen" The man said as he casually leaned against the frame of the door which I realized wasn't a separate hut but a crumbling room within a vast castle.

"I'm obviously alive, so that rules out Elysium, so I ask again what world is this?" I said between ragged breaths.

The man with cat eyes seemed to take interest in this question as he pondered the nature of it for a second. Before saying "I know two people that are much more capable of explaining that." and without a sound he was gone. I watched him walk out but didn't hear his footsteps. Fascinating.

I was left alone for a second until two gorgeous women entered my room. The first was short with long black hair wearing all black and the other had white hair with a scar that seemed to mirror the first mans face. I tried to sit up but the one with black hair held me firmly down by the shoulder and in an accent I did not recognize said "Be still, All will be explained."

I nodded before coughing out "Your names?"

The one with black hair and the most fancy victorian clothes I had ever seen said in sultry but full tone, said "I am Yennefer of Vengerberg and this is Cirilla, that man you met was Geralt of Rivia. And you are here because Ciri found you on a sea bed dying and decided to bring you here to save you.

I coughed and said "I'm Percy, pleasure." I covered my mouth and coughed out some more blood.

Cirilla or "Ciri" continued on after that and said "Your world is lost now, much like the others I have seen. Before finding you I saw a city on fire and a man with golden eyes shooting lightning from his fingertips."

I looked down and muttered "Annabeth…" realizing that the battle of new york was lost and that I might be the sole survivor. A single tear slid down my face before addressing Ciri " There was on one left? Humans I mean."

Ciri's glance seemed to soften a bit before saying "I couldn't stay long. My sword was useless against the monsters of your world." Percy nodded at this, he didn't blame her for his world's downfall, it was his prophecy, and he had failed.

I motioned towards My jacket that was hung on the frame of a wooden chair and said "Can you bring that to me?"

Ciri nodded and quickly handed it to me. I rifled through the pockets and found my last piece of ambrosia and a vial of nectar. I then undressed my wound, and found a small hole through the left side of my ribs and poured it into the wound that still oozed the black liquid that was my blood. I then shoved the cookie into my mouth and ate what seemed to be the last of my mothers cookies. Quickly the wound started to stitch itself in front of everyone's eyes.

The women seemed to watch with sick fascination as the wound finally closed and I could breathe easy once again before sitting up. Just as I did that man, Geralt walked back into the room and nodded to the women before they nodded back and left the room.

I acknowledged this and looked back towards the man in front of him. "I owe all of you my life." I said as I looked down once again not noticing the grunt Geralt gave in return.

Geralt then said "There's a way for you to pay that debt if you wish"

I looked up with an inquiring look before Geralt went on. "Nothing in this realm can stitch themselves up as you did. You are like me in that sense, but not quite the same, you see, I am a witcher. I wonder about the lands in this realm taking on contracts to hunt monsters of all types." As I heard this he took interest.

I then said "wait you hunt the monsters? Not the other way around?"

Geralt seemed to laugh a little at that before saying "no I hunt the monsters, the normal folk aren't equipped with the mutations I endured to become fast or skilled enough to hunt and kill them. Geralt then looked at Percy and said, It's a lot to ask but with your world in ruin, your debt to me and my friends, would you consider joining the dying breed that is being a witcher?"

I considered his offer for a second realizing that there was no home to go back to and wherever I was it would probably be best to have an occupation. So I nodded and said "What will I have to do?"

Geralt nodded and said "You will learn that all later. Come with me."

And with that I was up and on my way again.

Author's note: Hey all, It's been a while and I just finished playing the witcher 3 and watching the show so I thought why not work on my writing a bit and make a story. Let me know how I did and if you want to see more. Critiques always help. Thanks and have a great one.