AN: I own neither Star Wars nor Percy Jackson and the Olympians and any subsidiary companies, now with that out of the way welcome to Chapter Two of The Wayfinder…
Prophecy. A truly fickle mistress. For centuries the sons of Rome stood watch for the first signs of the Prophecy of Seven dawning. The watchers stood to gain the power of the world, the fame of being part of this ancient prophecy - others prayed it would never come to pass.
Across the Stars, the Jedi Order waited for the One. The One who would bring ultimate balance to the Force but they were not perfect. They thought the One would destroy the dark side of the Force, yet to bring balance light and dark must both sit on the razor's edge. The Jedi may have understood what the Romans could not, that a prophecy would come to pass or it would not and worrying over that which you can not control is pointless, but it did not save them from their own arrogance. Just as the Romans and Greeks never learned that lesson and nearly lost everything in turn.
Kronos, in his moment of utter foolishness, fell into the trap of believing he was above Prophecy. He kidnapped the one who would be his downfall, Percy Jackson - the son of Poseidon, and doomed himself to a life of half-consciousness and pain. Without Perseus Jackson, the war accelerated to the point of catastrophe. Luke Castellan stole Zeus' master bolt the same as he would in another time, another life as it were, but without the son of Poseidon to take the blame for his actions Luke was discovered in a matter of days. Before the gods could find him he disappeared along with his longtime friend Annabeth Chase, the rest of the camp did not know what happened when the two of them disappeared but did not find it terribly odd until the bolt was recovered from Hermes' cabin a handful of hours later.
The Titan War had just been sparked.
The next summer, Luke - desperate to gain the upper hand in this war of attrition - went against his own beliefs and poisoned his old friend Thalia's tree in an attempt to break down the barriers of Camp-Halfblood, justifying this action to himself by telling himself it was necessary. Panicking, Chiron gave Clarisse La Rue the task of finding the Golden Fleece to save the camp and honor Thalia's sacrifice, thanking the gods for the Satyr Grover finding a way to send him an Iris message with information the Fleece was found.
Clarisse succeeded, but the cost was high.
Clarisse returned to camp with the lost Sword of Mars in one hand and the Golden Fleece in the other, but the two she left the camp with on her quest did not return with her but Thalia Grace, the Daughter of Zeus, had returned.
'A Half-Blood of the Eldest Gods…'
Six months later and the date is December 22, 2007. Thalia Grace's Birthday.
'Shall Reach Sixteen Against the Odds…'
The final battle of the war wasn't fought on Olympus. No, it was fought atop mount Tamalpais and in the heart of Orthys. Luke had been blessed with Styx's curse a month previously, Kronos was nearly ready to rise. And the prophecy was nearly fulfilled.
Knowing that Thalia was going to be the child of prophecy, the Greeks marched in force to California, set on destroying the Council of the Titans and praying it would be enough to stop the onslaught. For months, this war had been costly on both sides but while the monsters would reform and come back to haunt the demigods, the demigods would simply go to the underworld, never to fight again.
Camp Half-Blood had enough: enough of the deaths of their friends, enough of the attacks, enough was enough.
Thus, on that December day, a horde of teenagers stared down the mountain with their swords clutched in their hands, shields hanging at their sides, and rage burning in their eyes. The laughably small force marched forward, intent on taking as many monsters with them as they could all while knowing that they probably wouldn't leave here today.
'And see the world in endless sleep…'
Thalia Grace, Bianca Di Angelo, and Clarisse La Rue slipping into the council chambers, undetected thanks to Bianca's power over shadows, as the battle sparked.
The army of monsters nearly overran the Greeks with the first wave but an unexpected war horn called out over the battlefield, reinforcements had arrived in the form of two hundred enraged teenagers dressed in purple shirts and golden armor. The Greeks had no idea who these people were but fought all the harder knowing they may have a chance now, the Romans knew exactly who these people were but joined in the fight all the same.
The Romans joined the Greeks against a common enemy for the first time in millennia.
Praetors Ramirez-Arellano and Grace bark orders to their troops while running to Chiron's side to figure out just what the Pluto is going on. He explains as quickly as he can but Jason freezes at the name of his long lost sister.
He steps forward roaring, "Children of Rome! Greece fights enemies at our doors! We defend New Rome, they defend their honor! I don't care why you fight, the Titans are our enemy! We. Are. Demigods! We stand together!"
"STAND TOGETHER!" The Romans roared to the skies.
"HERE WE STAND!" The Greeks howled.
"HERE WE'LL WIN!" The two camps screamed together. Romans and Greeks charge down the horde of monsters as one, ready to die side by side with those who were once their enemies. The two Praetors aren't privy to this historic event as they are charging toward the council chambers to help end this fight.
Luke and Annabeth stand together, blades drawn and eyes wild. The friendship perverted by power and lust, lust for power, blood, each other… But Luke is almost completely gone, Kronos' golden eyes flash from within Luke's skull as he bats away Thalia's spear and ducks Clarrise's sword. Annabeth and Bianca cross daggers, using their bodies to avoid the wheels of bronze light. Bianca holds a blade in each hand while Annabeth holds the blade she's been fighting with since she was eight years old.
Backbiter slams into Clarisse's leg, knocking her off her feet with a single blow allowing him to turn his attention back to Thalia Grace. Three well-placed attacks combined with time-manipulation knock the child of Prophecy off her feet, the teenage body hosting the eldest Titan's mind rises to its feet. The Titan raises his blade, preparing to bring it down on Bianca Di Angelo...
Until a bolt of lightning rips the sword from his hands.
"Luke Castellan," a boy's voice rings across the throne room, Kronos looks at the source of the voice, a mere boy, "You dare threaten New Rome?"
"Luke Castellan is dead! I am Kronos, whelp! I shall make your suffering legendary, it would only be polite if I had a name to the face I'll tear off of you!"
"Saturn then, my question still stands." Luke visibly jerked at the name, "I am Jason Grace, Praetor of the Twelfth Legion Fulminata. And you," the teen pulls a golden coin from his pocket, tossing it in the air and snatching an Imperial Pilum where it once was, "are finished."
He thrusts the spear into the sky summoning a bolt of lightning to his command, tossing it at the lord of Time. The Titan dodged the bolt, rolling to the spot where his sword lay. Scooping up the sword he rises back to his feet, preparing to meet the two Romans charging forward. Thalia Grace stands there thunderstruck, her spear lowered and shield hanging at her side. Her little brother, the brother she spent years searching for, is here ?
She snaps to her senses, now is not the time for a reunion! 'I can't get stuck in the past, now's the time to fight and fight like hell.' The chosen one thought even as she charged forward.
The odds may be five on two now but Kronos is still a Titan and Annabeth's a brilliant strategist but, thank the Gods, she's a shit tactician.
Thalia joins the fight against Annabeth, begging her to come back - to leave the mad Titan's side, to see what Kronos is trying to do to the world. Annabeth refuses to leave her lover's side, going so far as to cover his back.
Swords crash, spears fly, lightning flashes through the Titan's throne room. But it's not enough.
Bianca falls, Clarisse engages Luke but she's dispatched quickly, Reyna and Thalia are both tied up with the brilliant knife fighting at Annabeth's command. Leaving Jason to battle the Titan by himself. He holds up well but his sword is torn from his grasp by a move that Luke Castellan would have taught Percy Jackson in another life.
Jason is forced to his knees and Kronos, in his arrogance, raises his sword high above his hand, ready to strike down the son of Jupiter...
Until a golden knife flips end over end toward a spot under Luke's raised arm, sinking to the hilt in Luke's armpit. Luke doesn't even make a sound of pain, allowing his sword to fall from his limp fingers to a place behind him as he feebly reaches for the Death Sentence protruding from his side.
'Hero's Soul Cursed Blade Shall Reap…'
Annabeth screams as her lover falls forward, limp. The man was dead before he ever saw the flagstones rushing up to meet him.
Annabeth makes it to her lover's side, tearing the knife from his armpit before rolling his body over. She shakes him desperately trying to get him to wake up, but it's in vain. The knife clatters to the floor at the feet of a lanky blonde who stepped out of the shadows.
"Octavian?" Jason Grace gasps as the Augur of New Rome steps into the chamber, his voice laced in disbelief.
"Yes, Praetor," Octavian looks to the body of the man he slew, the Titan he brought down, with a grim face, "Who was he?"
"MY HUSBAND, CUR!"
Annabeth Chase's voice rings through the throne room with a second booming over it.
Rhea, the Queen of the Titans, had possessed Annabeth Chase. Annabeth had taken the Curse of Achilles as well, her father giving his blessing. The ritual would allow the queen to return along with her husband and after millennia in Tartarus, the gentle Queen was gone - replaced with a conqueress bent on revenge.
But there was one issue.
Annabeth Chase had chosen Luke Castellan as her mortal point, there was no one point on her body anchoring her to the mortal world. Her whole being was held in Luke Castellan's hands and she proved that to him right there on the banks of the Styx - giving herself to him in mind, body, and soul.
But without him, she lost the protection the curse gave her.
Rhea lunges faster than a striking snake, her eyes glowing silver with the Celestial Bronze blade raised to cut Octavian's throat.
'A final choice shall end their days, Olympus to Preserve or Raze…'
Prophecy is a fickle mistress.
A silver arrow slams into Annabeth's side, punching through her unarmed flank and lacerating her heart in the blink of an eye.
The demigod who could have been Olympus' greatest hero crumples to the floor, dead.
"Thanks, Zhang," the gangly blonde calls out to the archer in the doorway. The Chinese boy simply nods while staring at the fallen pair with his bow in his hand with an arrow on the string. The bodies pulse with golden light, forcing us to look away. When we look back at the spot the bodies laid, they both had disappeared.
The Seven stand together in the Titan's throne room, unnerved that the bodies disappeared without a trace.
'Seven half-bloods shall answer the call…'
The Grace siblings finally look at each other, taking the other in their arms while hugging each other to themselves trying to memorize their sibling as fast as possible. They speak in hushed whispers while we walk out of the Black Throne room.
The demigod armies stand with campers from each camp talking, laughing, crying in each other's arms, the few that think the other demigods can't see them in their dark corners.
They thought they had won but their victory was pyrrhic at best, then the Earth fell away under their very feet.
"Make Merry, Demigods - for your war has just begun."
The mountain explodes beneath the Demigod army's feet. But the Seven fall through the earth like a stone. Time warps around the Seven, stretching mere seconds into hours or hours into seconds. None of the Seven know. The Seven find themselves in a temple, the bright blue of the sky in stark contrast to the corpses lying side by side on an altar of Earth.
Thalia's best friends reduced to husks of their former selves.
"Welcome, demigods, welcome!" The sickly sweet voice rings around the temple, even as a woman rises in front of the altar.
Octavian turns sheet white, "Gaia…"
"Indeed, little one. I am her. I hope I did not… spoil your moment of triumph hmm? Oh? Oh my, I must apologize but my eldest son had to get his flair for the dramatic from somewhere, did he not?" The woman smiles a predator's smile at the Seven standing before her.
The Seven prepare to fight as the scent of the sea intensifies around us. "Grandmother, I wish to speak with you."
Poseidon calls out to the deity of Earth.
The Earth mother looks at her grandson appraisingly before nodding her head, her bright emerald eyes boring into Poseidon's. He lays a hand on her shoulder and they reappear under immense pressure, but neither of them feels anything other than comfortable.
"Grandmother," Poseidon says in a neutral tone.
"Poseidon, you certainly aren't as… lively as Kronos described you to be. Tell me, child, what has upset you so?"
"Kronos kidnapped my son, Perseus. It destroyed his mother and it destroyed me, he was lost to the Chaos. Why did he do that?" The sea god sounds more like a confused child than a member of the big three,
Gaia sighed and looked into her grandson's eyes, "Because he killed him once and wouldn't allow it again."
"He changed the course of Time." It wasn't a question, "Kill me, grandmother... I swore to protect him and I failed, I won't fail him again."
Gaia nods, "as you wish," she raises her hand and clenches her fist in one smooth motion.
'To Storm or Fire, the World Must Fall…'
The light leaves Poseidon's eyes as the Lord of the Sea fades.
The sea howls in outrage at the murderer of her master. The Earth mother was overwhelmed by the roaring of the sea, the power of the depths crushing her. Pontus reigns in his kingdom for the first time since his brother was slain by the Titans.
But it was too late for the Earth mother who was forced to return to her slumber to save her life, in the end - Poseidon had taken his revenge for his son, it was -
'An oath to keep with final breath…'
Below the realms of the dead and the damned, the prisoners of Tartarus battled toward Thanatos' doors. The doors that only show themselves once every ten thousand years, a horde clambering to the doors to get free from their horror even if it's only for the briefest time.
'And Foes bear arms to the Doors of Death…'
A mighty roar rings over the Tartarian plain, silencing the screams and shouts of the monsters clambering to the doors. A Drakon charges into the field with a giant on her back - Damasen has come for freedom.
The giant and drakon charge toward the Doors as fast as they can but before they can reach them, they vanished. Watching their hopes vanish into smoke the monsters, Titans, Giants, and damned all wailed in unison not wanting to believe that some of them - most of them - would never be free again.
Eventually, the Seven make their way back home to their camps, to their homes, or to their loved ones. Thalia Grace reconnected with her brother and lived her life with her long-time friend and lover Bianca Di Angelo, dying in her lover's arms at the ripe age of ninety-five - a child of prophecy doing the impossible by daring to live. When she made it to the Underworld she found that the Isles of the Blest was what awaited her, her ancient memories coming back to her in a flash. Memories of a common Greek woman that managed to save her village with a sword belonging to a fallen demi-god, she died after a simple life but a life worth living. Another life of luxury, a life of a princess and soon the life of a Queen who controlled the largest empire history had ever known. Finally, the memories of a life well spent as the Princess of Olympus.
Jason Grace and Reyna Ramirez-Arellano realized their feelings for each other after the event of that fateful day. The pair went onto be Praetors of New Rome until they were both eighteen and started at New Rome college together, Greeks being a common sight in the school ever since the day the Romans call dies irae, the Day of Wrath. Half of New Rome's forces fell that day, along with most of Camp Half-Blood's but they were not trained as soldiers, they were trained as warriors. While New Rome lost half of their men and women, Camp Half-Blood had only brought fifty men and twenty women to the fight and lost forty to the battle. The camps couldn't afford to fight amongst themselves, they had already lost too many demigods.
Clarisse La Rue and Frank Zhang went on a quest with Octavian to the old world. There they ran into a boy going by the name of Magnus Chase in a bar in Stockholm, but that's a story for another day.
But Perseus Jackson… A Long Time Ago, In a Galaxy Far, Far Away found himself as a terrified three-year-old standing in the middle of a clearing with pretty lights flying over his head while men in armor and a robot shoot at each other with strange guns.
With Pre-Vizsla…
"Jorr! Don't let Fett getaway! I'll get the boy!"
Activating my jetpack, I fly toward the child as fast as I can wondering how by the Ancestors the child just appeared here.
Flashback…
"Pruudi T'ad, o'r taap," Maz Tenau baritone reported over the coms. (Shadow one, in position)
"Pruudi Ehn, o'r taap." Ben Kryze came in next.
"Pruudi Cuir, o'r taap." Jorr Kyramud sounded off and...
"Pruudi Rayshe'a, o'r taap," came Blake Wren's bass reverberated over the coms.
" Pruudi Alor, o'r taap. Besbe'trayce nadala - Mando'ade. The traitor's supposed to be in the area but remember: the son of a bantha fucker brought backup. Apparently, one of them's a droid renown for hunting fucking Jedi in the Wars." (AN: Shadow leader, in position. Weapons hot - Sons of Mandalore. Italics = Mando'a, parentheses = translations.)
"Elek alor," four voices chant in unison. (Yes sir!)
Three Death Watch soldiers step out of the shadows moving into a better position around the mouth of the cave, on, two armed with twin WESTAR-35 blaster pistols while the third figure has an odd handle-like shape in one hand and the infamous blaster pistol in the other.
Pre Vizsla and his men crouch in the shadows waiting for Jango Fett and his two partners, a changeling by the name Zam Wesell and a droid designated HK-99, to make his appearance. They didn't have to wait long.
'Where in the name of the Manda did that Fett bastard get an HK droid? They were all supposed to have been destroyed in the last Jedi Wars.' Pre Vizsla thinks as he checks his HUD for information on the targets and whatever back corners the galactic holonet has on how to beat the damned assassin droids. Death Watch hates taking bounties but this one was too good to not take up, Fett claimed to be born on Concord Dawn - and with the name of House Fett most would believe it - but he wasn't. Fett was born on Alderaan to the descendants of the lesser branch of House Fett that fled after being claimed traitors to Mandalore. This branch of House Fett was declared ' darasuum dar'manda.'
Not that the bastard new Mandalorians remember this little fact choosing to only remember that he did not get his armor in an honorable manner, as if they know what honor truly is. The protectors of Concord Dawn would know, after all the Fetts still claim to be members of the Protectors and were the ones who claimed the traitor Fetts darasuum dar'manda and were the only ones who were allowed to do so.
Jango Fett was banned from our armor, our ways, and our ideals yet he still took up a life of bounty hunting using our armor, claiming our traditions, and striking fear into the hearts of his marks with the reputation of Mandalore while never keeping to our code or our ways. As far as anyone knows, Fett never kept to the Resol'nare or, as far as we know, was never taught it in the first place. If that's true then he was not educated in our ways, I know he has never defended his clan when they called for arms, I'm not sure if he speaks Mando'a, and - the unforgivable sin - he wears our armor while being a dar'manda and the bastard didn't even have the backbone to find beskar to use in his suit; the aruetii used Durasteel instead. (Aruetii/traitor)
'Speaking of…'
Jango Fett himself walked out of the cave and into the small clearing with his companions.
"Fett!" I step out of the trees and toward the rogue bounty hunter who now has his WESTAR 34s drawn.
"Vizsla," his voice is tense as Maz and Ben step out next to me, WESTAR 35s in hand, "what can a simple bounty hunter like me do for Death Watch?" The disgrace of a bounty hunter calls out to us.
"You can start by taking off that armor, Dar'manda," I snarl behind my helmet.
"Not gonna happen. Spent a lot of hard-earned creds on it, why're you here Vizsla?" The bounty hunter sounds almost annoyed.
"Statement: It appears there is a bounty for you on the intergalactic holonet, Fett. Query: Who are these Death Watch? Statement: Information on the group 'Death Watch' is minimal even within classified documents." the assassin droid said from the bounty hunters' side. I blink, 'oh I want that droid if it can get a hold of classified documents in seconds.'
"Mandalore's last warriors, they hate anyone who claims their ways but isn't a member of their little club," Fett told the droid.
"It's not so little and only you would say that, Fett. Your own clan claimed your branch to be darasuum dar'manda!"
"That's bad, isn't it?" the changeling turned to Jango wearing a face that looks like she'd eaten a poorly cooked womp-rat. Jango just remains silent, the T-visor emotionless as the durasteel it's built from. But his raised blasters and tight body language give away the facade, "very bad then," she snarls, "HK?" the changeling turns to the droid this time, "what the bloody hell does darsum darmenda mean?"
"Statement: Darasuum dar'manda is a Mandalorian phrase loosely translating to 'eternal outsider,' the real meaning is much more complicated, Wesell."
"Well…" She glances up at us, "if they aren't shooting yet, explain."
"It means he's lost the right to claim himself as a Mandalorian, he's never been a Mandalorian and will never be. He's lost his identity and, by our customs, his soul. He is not of Mandalore and his own clan exiled his branch. That armor, and the heritage behind it, is barred from him. We have no quarrel with you, changeling, leave now and collect your bounty we will not stop you. But you traitor, today you die," the changeling looks conflicted but looks to Jango all the same.
"Sorry, Jango, it's nothing personal," the changeling holsters her weapon and takes off into the woods.
"Ja'hailir kaysh, Pruudi Cuir," I order through the comlink, Jorr Kyramud is the best sniper death watch has and he hates Jango fett more than I do and his partner, Blake Wren, is a heavy weapons specialist. If Jango had tried to escape before we wanted him to then Blake would have knocked him out of the sky.
"Query: I am interested, Fett. Did you understand what the Mandalorian said or do you require this unit to act as a translator?"
"Shut up and do your job droid," Fett growled to the HK model.
"Agitation: The meatbag said 'Observe her, fifth shadow.' Observation: I assume he meant the clawdite, Second Observation: You do not speak Mando'a." That's the moment Jango opened fire. His WESTAR 34s blazing as he dives behind cover, and if it was Fett alone the fight would have been almost laughably easy but that damn droid…
It fights like a true Mandalorian.
"Eldar! Tra'cyar mav!" (Fire at will!)
" I can't get a shot, sir! Wren has a lock on the droid though, what the hell is that thing shooting?"
"Ni nakar'mir, but I want one!" Came Wren's voice over the comlink yet again.
" No one asked you , Wren!" Maz called out.
"Less yappin', more blastin' boys!" Ben called out as he lays down a line of fire over Fett's head, taking a blaster bolt off the side of his helmet, "damn it! We have to take out the damned droid if we're going to get the bantha fucking traitor!"
And I quite agree, the droid is laying down accurate and incredibly heavy fire from a gun that just doesn't seem to want to overheat... Death Watch would have to create a land-based heavy trooper but… No! Focus on the battle! Activating the Darksaber I charge forward toward the demon.
Well… that was the plan at least, I step out of cover and go to activate my jetpack but a flash of green light overloads my helmet's sensors.
"Vizsla! What the hell was that!?"
" I don't know!" I turn off my helmet's sensors cutting off my field of view but thankfully letting me see again and what I see shocks me. A young boy standing there looking around confused while the demon droid looks like it's rebooting.
"Jorr! Don't let Fett getaway! I'll get the boy!" I say that last bit in galactic basic, there's a chance Fett may have heard it and I'm counting on it.
I activate my jetpack, scooping the toddler into my arms and taking to the sky as fast as possible.
"Maz! See if you can't reprogram that thing while I get the boy to the ship!"
"Elek alor!" (Yes sir!)
The sound of a sniper rifle blasts across the field with Fett's grunt of pain followed by a Jetpack firing off the ground.
"Sir, do we go after him?"
"Did we capture the droid?"
"We did sir, congratulations - Death Watch has one of the first known HK model battle droids in the galaxy."
"Let him go, we'll catch him another day. We have something more important to do."
I can't help but smile at that, especially as my Gauntlet class troop transport came into view. I look down at the boy I have cradled against my armor, his green eyes wide at the feeling of flying combined with a look of wonder.
I land beside the starfighter, putting the boy down on his feet and kneeling before him.
"Hello, young one," I pull my mask off and lock eyes with the small boy.
"Hi," he whispers, "who are you?"
"I'm Pre Vizsla, what's your name?"
"Mommy called me Percy but grandpa called me Perseus…"
"Perseus, do you know how you got here?" 'Teleportation isn't possible but how else did he just appear?'
"I -" the boy stops and hesitates for a moment, "I remember falling, it was so dark," the boy hugs himself as he looks at me, "I want my mommy," tears start falling from his wide green eyes.
I placed my hand on the boy's shoulder to try and comfort him. The boy's just lost his family with no idea how to get back and I've never had to comfort anyone before.
"Where are you from, Percy?"
"New York, Mommy said that was in America…"
"Boss… What is an America?" Blake's voice rings through the coms while the rest of the squad agrees. I ignore them.
"What planet is that on Percy?"
"Earth, but there's only Earth is the only planet. No one lives on the moon… or Mars, but I think it would be cool to live on Mars!"
"Percy, I need you to think really hard for me. Okay?" I look into the boy's eyes as my stomach clenches.
"Have your people ever been off your planet?"
"Some people have been to the moon…" now the boy sounds worried.
"Perseus, if I'm right, you're a long way from home."
"Like China far away?" I can't help but chuckle at the look on his face.
"No, quite a bit further. We're on a planet called Ruusan, it's in the Middle Rim and a territory of the Galactic Republic. Do you know where your planet is located?" Judging by the way the boy's eyes widened there's no doubt about it, the boy has no idea what in the name of the Ancestors what the Galactic Republic even is.
"There's a space government?" Surprise is rolling off the boy in waves and I want to know just how he managed to get off a pre-hyperspace capable world in the way he did.
'Haar'chak...' (damn it)
" Boss?" I look up to see Blake, with the droid over his shoulders, and the rest of the crew standing behind the boy with their helmets off too, I wave my hand to them. They get the message and take a step back. I look down at the boy and sigh.
"You aren't going to be able to go back home, Perseus. I've never heard of this Earth or Mars, but we will let you come home with us if you would like," his green eyes water again.
"I'll never see mommy again?"
I place my hand on his shoulder once again but remain silent. The boy steps forward and wraps his arms around me. I rise to my feet, the boy's legs wrapping around me as he cries into my breastplate.
I look up at the men and say the highest words that the Mando'ade learn: "Ni kar'tayl gai sa'ad, Perseus. Par aliit ori'shya tal'din." (I know your name as my child, Perseus. For family is more than blood.)
Percy's eyes snap up to me with hope shining in them, 'did… did he understand me?'
The boy stuns us all with his next, and last words of the day, "par gar taldin ni jaoync; gar sa buir, ori'wadaas'la." (because no one cares who your father was, only the father you will be)
"Bal partaylir: Mando'ad draar digu, ner adiik. Udes bal cuyir'su," Percy smiles at me shyly before his eyes slide shut. (And remember, A Mandalorian never forgets, my child. Rest and be still)
Maz steps forward with a look of absolute shock across his face, "haar adiik jorhaa'ir Mando'a?" (The boy speaks Mandalorian?)
" Yes, but how he does so is beyond me… Come, we need to get back to Concordia. The traitor can wait."
With the child still in my arms and the droid on Blake's shoulders, we load into the starship charting a course back to our beloved planet's moon.
AN: I don't speak Mando'a but since it's a huge part of Mando'ade culture I had to add it in here or else I'm no better than those pesky Jedi, hope you enjoyed!
