A/N: Yes, it's bloody flippin' Percy Jackson. I know that this takes place over several days, but gummi ship travels, by my Head cannons, really slow, much slower than using the Lanes Between and the Keyblade Gliders. Because KH1 couldn't be in the time frame of one day. That isn't humanly possible. So yeah. Hang tight. Also: bad characterization is bad . ~Storm

Disclaimer (These are erratic): I don't own PJO or Kingdom Hearts in any way, Tempest is mine. So is Chris, Saki and Kage. AKA, If it's canon, it's not mine. If it ain't canon, it's mine. Basically.

Chapter 3

A World Never Trodden

Travelling in space was never a favourite of Tempest, even if he had done it only once. It was suffocating for him but not physically, he just got this twisting feeling in his chest as he flew through the deep multi-coloured void of space. And the rocks that seem to always get in his way, zipping in front of Tempest as if they were threatening him. He didn't think much of it, just dodged when they got too close for comfort. Space was fine, for the first trip at least.

Then the Heartless came in swarms and knocked him off course and into the portal into another world. Tempest had lost control at some point during the dive, getting pulled in without a struggle.

'FRICKEN SHIP ANTS.' was the only thought that ran through Tempest's brain before hitting the dirt. He got up and shook himself off before some weak Heartless appeared, jumping up from the puddles of shadows they travelled in.

"Go get someone else!" Tempest growled, taking off his glider to have his Keyblade. The yellow-eyed beasts advanced, some Large Bodies appearing from behind trees or out of the thick fog.

"I never get a break after I left, jeez!" Tempest remarked, hacking his way through the wave of Shadows, then flipping over the wall of Large Bodies to get to their weak points. After he was certain all the Heartless were gone, he quickly dispelled his blade to avoid attracting more.

Then the pitter, patter of rain was audible as it was masked by the racket the swarm of Heartless made. Tempest made a note not to take his armour off, not yet. He didn't particularly like rain or water, or any liquid covering him.

Tempest wandered around a bit, as he had no map or any sense of location right now, soon coming up to a dirt path. The rain was coming down hard now, smacking the brownish plates of his armour with audible bangs.

"Hmmm," Tempest hummed, rubbing the dull plating of his armour in an attempt to get the mud off. He gave up shortly after starting, seeing no point.

'I guess there are people in this world…' He thought as he walked along the side of the road, heading to his left.

Suddenly, a roaring engine could be heard, headlights bouncing in the distance. Tempest acted on instinct, quickly dropping to the ground and laying flat to avoid detection.

A car whizzed past in a hurry as it sprayed mud water into the air. As soon as the car passed, another thing raced after it, its forms a massive shape that seemed to fall forward with each leap.

'What the hell?' Tempest got up, covered mud and leaves. A crack of lightning split the sky, blinding he because it's close proximity. A slurping noise directly after the lighting warned him of another threat.

"Damn… followed me here…" Tempest growled, glaring at the Shadows that popped up. Some Air Soldier Heartless appeared too, swooping down from the sky and stared blankly at Tempest's Keyblade as he summoned it to fend off the attacking Shadows. The Heartless force started piling and pushed Tempest back towards where the lightning bolt struck the earth.

Something roared behind him, shifting the trees and shaking the ground.

"Fire!" Tempest shouted, setting the front line alight before he ran off away from the swarm. A tall pine tree could be seen now, growing atop a hill alone.

The car that had passed Tempest was a mess, a steaming wreck in a ditch with its roof torn off.

"No!" A boy's cry pierced the torrent of rain, a sound of someone desperate for something. Tempest cut down the next wave of Heartless before turning to catch a glimpse of the boy. An assumed twelve year old with jet black hair with green eyes and a snarl at his lips.

The kid was facing off a man-bull, in the literal sense.

'Minotaur,' Tempest's brain supplied while he was trying to not die. Tempest just cut off all noise and turned back to focus on the swarm, cutting them down slowly but surely.

Suddenly, the Heartless retreated all at once, turning into puddles that were absorbed by the earth. Before he could react, something slammed into Tempest and pinned him against a wide tree, the force causing leaves to fall out. As soon as the blackness from his vision cleared, he was meet with the blank stare of a Bull shaped Heartless, it's mouth hanging open as it drew many unsteady breaths before roaring.

"Oh, frick you," Tempest grumbled, putting his feet against the thing's head to try and get away from it only for it to set itself on fire and start steaming from the downpour of rain, boiling the water as soon as it touched the flames.

"NOPE, I HATE THIS ALREADY." Tempest yelped, shifting his feet onto the horns to avoid the flames.

The Bull Heartless bellowed it's jagged mouth opening revealing the entirety of its pink, toothless maw. Tempest, taking the opportunity, shoved his Keyblade into its mouth and casted Thunder. It shuttered and made a choking sound as it tried to escape, the spell seemingly did nothing as it kept Tempest against the tree. He tried again,

"Thunder!" and this time it exploded in a firework of dark purple dust, soon fading into a heart-shaped crystal-like thing, dropping Tempest to the ground with a thump. The freed heart flew off immediately, disappearing into the grey, crying clouds.

"I'm beginning to regret leaving…" Tempest huffed, getting back onto his feet and dispelled his keyblade. Taking a look at where the 'Minotaur' was, he saw nothing, only a horn, the kid and his half goat friend lying unconscious on the ground at the top of the hill with the pine tree.

"And I'm going to regret my next action…" Tempest huffed with a shake of his head, walking up to the figures in the mud. He was stopped by a field, walking right into it.

"Of course! This world just gets better and better." He hissed, putting a hand on his snout and drawing his blade out with his free hand to carve a temporary entrance in the magic barrier.

'I don't even know why I'm putting up with this…' Passing through the hole and dispelling his Keyblade once again. With a visible pulse in the barrier, the hole's edges glowing white before being slowly filled in as if the wall were alive. Tempest, disregarding the wall, walked over to the two, picked up and pocketed the horn and started dragging the both of them over to the building nearby, it's light glowing through the heavy fog.

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Tempest put the sopping wet duo against the wooden wall before removing most of his armour except his helmet, gauntlets and boots as they completely hid his non-human nature. Just as he rolled his sleeves up a bit, the door to the building opened without warning.

"Ah!" Tempest jumped, twisting his head around to see a horseman (Centaur, it's a Centaur dumbass, his brain corrected his even though he didn't really care) and a blonde girl in the doorway. The centaur glanced at the unconscious and wet bodies propped up against the wall before looking at Tempest.

"Are you the young man who brought them here?" The middle-aged centaur asked while the girl behind him muttered something under her breath.

"Yes…?" Tempest answered, unsure while rubbing his arm profusely. The centaur turned to the stormy-eyed girl,

"Bring them to the infirmary," Then back to Tempest, "I want to talk to you, young man." And turned to trot back into the building, motioning for Tempest to follow.

'Oh boy, I'm screwed aren't I?' Tempest thought, hesitantly following the centaur into the building while the girl glared holes into the soaked bodies. The centaur pulled out a chair from the side to a table.

"Care to sit?"

"No, I'm good," Tempest said quietly, taking a stand next to the previously stated table. The centaur nodded before letting go of the chair.

"Introductions, you may call me Chiron."

"Tempest," Tempest replied, narrowing his eyes behind the visor. Chiron nodded before continuing.

"If you don't mind, I'll be asking some questions." Tempest quickly clammed up before nodding stiffly.

"First thing's first; how did you pass the barrier?" Chiron face was unreadable, a cross between disbelief and concern.

"You mean the invisible wall outside?" Tempest asked, calming down after hearing that the question wasn't directed at him. Chiron nodded slowly.

"I...uh, made a temporary entrance to get in," Tempest admitted, putting a hand on his armoured neck piece.

"'Temporary'?" The centaur questioned.

"Yeah, the wall fixed itself." Tempest remained cautious, putting his arm down.

"Do you mind telling me how you opened an entrance?"

"...I have an item that lets me do so, but if I pull it out, I'm afraid I'll attract trouble." Tempest admitted, clenching and unclenching his right hand.

"No worries, that barrier keeps the monsters outside," Chiron said calmly, trotting around the room in a circle. He was trying to coax Tempest to pull the item out.

With a slight shrug, he raised his hand and ripped his Keyblade from its pocket dimension. Chiron didn't flinch, only studied it with expert eyes.

"I see." Suddenly, a single Shadow jumped up from the floorboards. Tempest pivoted on his left leg, spinning around and defeating the weak Heartless into a puff of black powder.

"I was afraid of that." Tempest huffed, "but I didn't think they'd react so fast…" he dispelled his blade.

"I did not think they would be able to enter." Chiron recovered, staring at the spot where the Heartless once stood, "a campus is no longer a safe place."

"If I stick around, I'll be able to keep them away. But I also attract them..." Tempest said, sighing.

'Or I could leave again, but I currently don't feel like moving on. Maybe there are more pages here.'

"If you do stay the campers will question how you got in, most mortals simply cannot pass through the barrier." Chiron seemingly ignored Tempest's last statement, only focusing on how he would be able to protect the campus.

"Mortal?"

"Ah, yes. You don't know about the gods, do you?"

"...which mythology are we talking about?"

"Greek."

"...you're going to tell me that they're real and that they'll be super offended if I, I dunno, flipped off the sky or something."

*thunder*

"I see you've already caught on." A shrug.

"I've seen things that are weirder. Next thing that I'll know is this whole camp is full of demigods."

"...You know a lot for a child of your age."

"I've been told that. Also been called a demon and orphan." He spat out 'demon' and 'orphan' angrily.

"How so?" Tempest hesitated, debating on whether or not to trust the centaur.

"It's...what I look like." Any other question about his appearance was denied an answer.

After a short while of fruitless questioning, Tempest was given the third-floor guest room to sleep in, identityless for the time being.

He took off the helmet and look out at the moon through the window.

'What I do for some kind of acceptance, be it good or bad.' he silently mused think about the deities in this new world, the centaur and the two people he dragged to the porch.

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Tempest didn't sleep much, do to his 'jet lag' if you can even call it that now.

'I'm fine. I never got much sleep anyways.' he convinced himself, clipping the helmet back on his head after putting on the boots and gauntlets. Then he just stared at the bed for a while before making his way downstairs, thinking about his past life.

The centaur was downstairs, making a cup of tea in the kitchen. He didn't seem to notice Tempest as he came down the stairs.

"Are you sure you don't want to tell me why you were called a demon?" Chiron asked, turning around with his cup in hand. He was wearing a suit, like last night, with a striped tie and a plain dull brown blazer.

"Honestly?" Tempest said, automatically scooting over to the toaster and shoving a piece of bread in, "I don't trust you enough."

He got a nod from the centaur.

"I do hope you relax a little." Chiron admitted finishing his cup, "Now, if you don't mind, we will need a different reason on how you entered campus, I'm afraid your way is...too vague to convince the campers."

"...I was right to regret staying." Tempest muttered, waiting for the bread. Chiron raises his eyebrows but didn't say anything.

"For now we can say I gave you access into the grounds, but that will only hold for so long, the smarter campers will find out soon enough." Chiron suggested, "Another thing;" He pulled out a box from under the sink, kneeling on his front legs to get to it.

"I thought that your current weapon is too blunt for our older enemies," He slid the long box onto the table and took off the lid. A curved, single-edged bronze blade lay in a bedding of paper, a thick layer of dust covering the whole thing. How a bronze weapon could be so long, Tempest didn't know.

"Our campers cannot wield a blade like this one, so it was left in...storage."

'Selective breeding? Or something else?' Tempest though, pulling the box over to pick up the blade. The scabbard was revealed to be underneath it, a simple navy blue colouring with a steel throat and chape, the piece of metal covering the end of the scabbard. It already had a belt attached to it for carrying.

Tempest wiped off the dust on the blade and scabbard. Both looked like Japanese designs. How it ended up in a camp for Greek demigods was beyond him.

"Thanks...I guess." Tempest said, sheathing the blue, braided handled blade with a hiss. He strapped it to his waist, clipping the belt buckle closed. Then the toast popped up, startling Tempest to the point he almost jumped. He quickly recovered, grabbing the hot toast and taking a bit out of it. By then, Chiron had trotted over to the front door and opened it, letting the morning rays shine through.

"I believe I should let you roam around campus, after all, you are the one dealing with the newer threat, no?" Chiron said, motioning for Tempest to leave the building. He did so, Chiron closing the door behind him.

"Here, a pamphlet. Something the campers thought of after a few of them got lost somehow." He passed Tempest said pamphlet, the map of the grounds on the back side. A 'U' shaped line of buildings with the names of Greek gods and goddess on each separate rectangle. A bonfire space, a large forest, an infirmary and a large rectangle for the training grounds. There were others of course, but Tempest didn't find them immediately interesting. The house Tempest was standing on was called the 'Big House'.

'Bland.'

"Humm, alright." Tempest pocketed the pamphlet and put the piece of toast into his mouth before twisting his gauntlet back onto his arm.

"I will be going now, as I have something to attend to." and Chiron trotted off, leaving Tempest to his thoughts.

'Rundown; I'm in a world where gods exist, this whole camp is full of demigods that smell like Heartless food and there are more monsters that can't get in this safe haven… I'll just go with it…' Tempest went through the events of last night, compiled all the information and basically had a little break down on the porch. Before he knew it, the toast was gone.

'I'm good, I'm good...I AM NOT GOOD.' Tempest stepped off the porch and watched campers come out of the cabins. By now Tempest's mind was screaming at him to move out of sight, out of the line of danger. Years of street crawling gave Tempest quite a few...quirks and quite a few knee-jerk reactions.

Tempest listened partially to what his subconscious said, moving off to the side as he watched the orange t-shirt campers go on with their day. Satyrs (his mind just couldn't stand the injustice of 'Goatman') were around too, running around doing who knows what.

One of the satyrs breaks off from the bunch, clopping over to where Tempest was standing. The satyr wore the typical orange 'Camp Half-Blood' t-shirt with no pants, exposing his brown furry goat legs and hooves.

"Hey!" The satyr said, waving at Tempest. He skidded to a stop right in front of Tempest, "You're the guy that saved Percy and me, right?"

"I don't know who you're talking about," Tempest replied, genuinely confused. He hadn't recognized the satyr.

"You know! The two guys you pulled up to the porch?"

"Oh, so Percy's the kid that took down the… here." Tempest took out the horn from his pants pocket. The black and white ridged horn was slightly stained in blood, the broken bottom jagged and sharp. The satyr took the horn gingerly, face falling as he remembered something. A moment of silence ensued.

"Oh, I'm such a horrible protector, the satyr mumbled, cradling the horn in his arms, brown eyes welling up with tears. Before he could legitimately start crying, he passed a business card to Tempest. "T-thanks, by the way."

And he left with the horn quickly afterwards.

The card named the satyr, Grover Underwood for the place where Tempest was now protecting from Heartless, Camp Half-Blood. He pocketed it in his outer pocket.

Tempest wandered around for a while, until noon. Campers gave him questioning looks as he neared them. All the Heartless that appeared were just weak Shadows and Mega Shadows that were quickly taken care of out of sight. Tempest still thought that Demigods smelled like Heartless food. And some of them smell worse than others.

When he paid the infirmary a visit he got a headache as his reward from the amount of salt and fish scent floating in the air. There was only one person in there, the raven-haired kid who was sleeping in a cot. He had a few cuts here and there and bruises, but overall he was fine. Maybe some head trauma, but fine.

The kid's eyes fluttered open for a second before closing again. His face was contorted as if something was bothering him in his dreams. Tempest casted a small scale Cure before left soon after, taking down a Shadow that appeared as soon as he opened the door.

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He didn't go to the lunch...thing. Tempest ended up eating two granola bars. Not that he was mad or anything, just still cautious about people and big groups still freaked him out to be around.

He met the camp head just before dinner time, and he smelled like wine, plants and a musky smell. Tempest didn't talk to the grouchy man, staying away because of Mr. D being the core of all headaches. Tempest jokingly called him a god until Chiron confirmed it for him.

Chiron introduced the blonde girl to Tempest. The girl, Annabeth as she introduced herself, questioning the nature of Tempest's armour as it didn't look like most uncovered ancient civilization's designs.

"Er, alright…"

"What? You aren't going to confirm any of them?"

"I got this from the previous owner who didn't give me a lick of info on where it came from, how can I answer you!?"

The conversation continued on to age, as Tempest was taller than the twelve-year-old girl in front of him. Only slightly. But that didn't stop her from judging him.

'I blame genetics.' Tempest wearily thought, which is true, Armonians hit the growth spurt far sooner then humans, even if they eventually even out to be around the same height. Some friendly Armonian biology lessons.

Dinner was brought in by a concerned Chiron into the Big house's kitchen. It was nice of him and let Tempest eat in silence. A little trust was born that day, something Tempest only shared with Chris.

A/N: rEVIEWS HELP ME GROW. Oops, cap lock. But seriously, reviews are nice. Questions are too, and I'll gladly answer them unless it spoils something I have planned. So ask away!

~Storm