So I'm looking into some other worlds I could have Tempest visit (accidentally or not). And I decided on a none Disney world because being only Disney is too limiting to me as I haven't seen the more obscure ones. As for the world, I'll let it sit for a while. Hopefully, I can make it work without having to go through the content fifteen times... yes it's a movie. Yes, I think too far ahead into the future... This is going to be a problem? Right?

~Storm

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or KH. They are owned by their respected owners. Tempest and any other non-canon character belong to me.

Chapter 4

Awakening

Tempest had discovered something… inconvenient while he stayed awake last night. His armour, the very thing that protected him while he zipped through the void of space, was damaged. He wasn't sure if he could fix it or not, as the orichalcum used to make it was something that doesn't appear too often in outer worlds.

After all that stress over the few missing chest plates, sleep was almost nonexistent. Morning came too fast in his opinion.

Tempest had put on the gifted camp t-shirt as his black one was put in the wash. He still wore his red jacket and tan coloured cargo pants with parts of his armour underneath. His helmet was kept too, the newly acquired blade still on his belt.

Breakfast was toast, Chiron was gone early for something about a formal welcome so Tempest ate his toast outside, watching the sunrise on the huge porch of the Big House. He leaned on the railing, watching and listening to sounds. It was quieter then Twilight Town, something that Tempest never got to listen to except in the wasteland and there weren't any bird calls like this place.

The sun rose slowly, painting the sky purple, then yellow before into the blue sky most know. All remnants of last night's rain were gone, just some normal white clouds that speckled the sky.

Tempest must've zoned out at some point, as the chair on the other side of the pouch was suddenly occupied. By the raven-haired kid, no less, sitting in the chair with a small pillow behind his neck and a blanket draped over his legs.

'Where'd he come from?' Was the only logical thing to think of at that point. After a few moments, Tempest chalked it up to how tired he was and when back to staring out at the fields. The sun was now fully in the sky now, illuminating the meadow and strawberry patches just beyond the porch, sparkling with morning dew.

Sometime later Grover crossed the garden with a shoe box in under one arm and a glass of orange-yellow liquid with a parasol stuck through a cherry in his free hand. His hindquarters covered with pants and hooves hidden with shoes. He limped when he walked, slowly climbing up the stairs and looking exhausted like he hadn't slept at all last night.

"Oh, hey. I didn't think you would be here." Grover greeted, putting the drink on the table next to the kid. He kept the box to himself.

"I have a guest room in the building," Tempest said in an attempt to quell the satyr's confusion.

"What?" Grover asked, "but the unclaimed usually go to the Hermes cabin."

"You do know that I'm not a demigod, right?" Tempest cocked his head to one side. Grover paled at that thought.

"B-but mortals can't get in! The barrier keeps them out!" He stuttered, fumbling with the shoe box. Tempest regretted saying that.

"Chiron gave special permission." He said, hoping that was enough to convince Grover. It seemed to work, Grover relaxing a bit.

"O-oh, I see." He said, stumbling his words a little, "You know, I never got a name from you."

"Tempest." The satyr nodded. They lapsed into silence until the raven-haired kid woke up.

The boy turned his head wearily and attempted to pick up the glass of orange-yellow liquid, completely ignoring the other two figures standing on the porch. He reached over for the glass, arm shakily with exhaustion.

"Careful," Grover said, leaning on the railing. The kid looked at Tempest before giving Grover a puzzled look.

"Don't mind me," Tempest said quietly before going back to staring at the field.

"You saved my life." Grover said shakily, "Tempest was nice enough to return this." He put the shoebox onto the raven-haired kid's lap and opened it for him. The horn was revealed in all it's uncleaned glory, the blood still caked on the tip and the bottom still sharp and jagged.

The kid reacted negatively, green eyes growing wide with realization.

"The Minotaur." He said hoarsely like his throat was covered in a layer of sand.

"Um, Percy, it isn't a good idea-" Grover started before being cut off.

"That's what they called him in Greek myths, isn't it? The Minotaur. Half man, half bull." The kid, revealed to be named Percy, tried to raise his voice, only to choke a little at the end.

"You recovered a day earlier than expected. How much do you remember?"

"My mom. Is she really…?" Grover looked beat like it was his fault. He was the cause of Percy's mother's death.

Percy looked upon the meadow, a forlorn expression hanging on his face as he watched the clouds move and trees shake lightly in the wind. It was immediately apparent that Percy's mother meant a lot to the boy, her death no bolding well with him. Grover started sniffling, tears welling up in his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'm a failure. I-I'm the worst satyr in the world." Grover stomped his 'foot' a little too hard, the shoe slipping off of his hoof. What was left inside the shoe was a styrofoam mould of a foot with a hoof-shaped hole.

"Oh, Styx!" He muttered, thunder shaking the sky without a single storm cloud in the area. Grover hastily fumbled with his shoe while Percy was having another realization moment. Or lost deep in his mindscape, thinking about something.

"Keep blaming yourself for something couldn't prevent," Tempest said harshly, spitting out the words like they were acid. If they could see his face, they would see him scowling, navy blue eyes narrowed into slits.

"Weird armour man is right," Tempest flinched at the nickname Percy gave him, "It wasn't your fault."

"But…" Grover looked visibly hurt. A stranger was telling him to stop, "But I was supposed to protect you…"

"Did my mother ask you to protect me?" Percy asked skeptically.

"No. But that's my job. I'm a Keeper. At least... I was." Grover was now on the verge of tears.

"And my job is to be the orphan that I am." Tempest said quietly in hopes that no one would hear, "Keep blaming yourself. I promise nothing good will come of it."

"Yeah," Percy strained himself in attempt to get up, only to slump back into the chair.

"...Don't strain yourself." Grover said quietly, trying to move away from the previous conversation, "Here." He held up the glass of liquid to Percy's mouth. Percy slowly drank it up and just stared at the bottom of the glass, at the ice cubes that littered its base.

The sound of shuffling cards reminded him of something.

Tempest quietly excused himself, walking over the other side of the porch where Mr. D and Chiron were playing a card game.

"Ah, Tempest." Chiron looked his way as he slew a Shadow that just popped up. He was in a wheelchair for some reason. Tempest has a sneaking suspicion that magic is involved, "I hope all is well with you."

"If you call waking up at two in the morning to deal with screaming campers 'good', then yes, I'm fine." Tempest huffed, looking at the table of Pinochle they were playing. How he knew it was Pinochle, well, let's say he'd seen the two play the game quite a lot and even tried to get him to learn it.

"That is why I want to leave this blasted camp, Tyler." Mr. D grumbled, putting down a few cards. Tempest ignored the mispronunciation of his name and fiddled with his armour pieces. He didn't even notice when Annabeth came over and leaned on the porch railing, observing the game.

Tempest ended up sitting on the wooden floorboards, looking out at the campers running around doing their own things. He had noted that most Heartless appear around night time, meaning it'll be a pain to watch over the cabins to keep the little beasts away.

Tempest tensed up a little when Grover and Percy came into the scene, and Grover started whispering. When he found out it was just an introduction, Tempest relaxed a little and returned to his gazing.

"Mr. Brunner!" Tempest then jumped, rattling the floorboards.

"Ah, good, Percy," Chiron answered, ignoring Tempest's little stunt, "Now we have four for Pinochle." He pulled out a chair for Percy, which the boy took hesitantly. It seemed that he was unnerved by the way Mr. D looked, with his bloodshot eyes and grouchy demeanour.

"Oh," The pudgy man sighed, "I suppose I must say it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. There. Don't expect me to be glad to see you." Percy shifted away from Mr. D, obviously uncomfortable with the man.

"Uh, thanks."

"Annabeth? Tempest?" The girl got off the railing and went over to Chiron's side. Tempest followed suit, though he stood a little farther away from the crowd.

"Tempest here brought you out of the thunderstorm and has volunteered to help keep this camp safe. A brave young man." Chiron said, motioning for Tempest to come a bit closer. If Percy was expecting him to say anything, then he was disappointed as all he did was grunt a quiet greeting.

"This young lady nursed you back to health, Percy." Chiron introduced Annabeth to Percy, "Annabeth, my dear, why don't you check on Percy's bunk? We'll be putting him in cabin eleven for now."

'Cabin Eleven is the Hermes Cabin,' Tempest remembered, the pamphlet he was given detailed such thing like that.

"Sure, Chiron," Annabeth answered before turning to address Percy.

"You drool when your sleep." She said, and bolted onto the lawn and away.

"Tempest," Chiron looked at him, "I believe you have other duties to attend to."

"Alright," Tempest said, not questioning how abrupt that dismissal was. After all, everyone has reasons for every action they make. So he was back on the hunt for invading Heartless and on the lookout for those old, yellowed pages of Chris' journal.

_|-w-|_

Things mellowed out over the course of five days. The Heartless started miraculously to thin out, Tempest's suspicion rising with every day. The excitement over Friday seemed to increase with the passing of time.

Then Friday came, and Tempest learned why they were so excited.

"Capture the flag…" he said skeptically to Chiron after the centaur explained the activity, "With real bronze weaponry and armour."

"Celestial bronze, if you were being exact." The centaur said arm crossed behind his back. They were standing in the middle of the camp, watching the campers go along their daily lessons and tasks.

"Is that even ok?" Tempest exclaimed, staring incredulously at Chiron.

"It is perfectly safe." Chiron said simply, "There is a no maiming rule in place, and you did say that the Heartless have started appearing less."

"I guess Cabin seven takes care of cuts, yes?" Tempest questioned. The centaur nodded.

"Oh, look at the time. Seems like dinner was sooner then I thought." He quirked a brow, "Care to join us?"

"Uh." Tempest suddenly looked nervous, "N-no, I'll just stay...out of it."

"Very well then," And Chiron left.

'I'm never going to get over my fear of crowds, am I?' Tempest mused before opening the book that Luke, the Cabin eleven head, gifted him. It seemed like people were always giving him things nowadays, this book about modern Greek gods and related items being one of them.

Tempest climbed a post and got onto the roof of the pavilion, the campers giving odd looks to the armoured Armonian as they passed. He was pretty grateful no one really tried to call him down or call him out over this little thing. He watched as the campers gathered under the dome structure, their particular scents mixing together just to disperse into nothing.

When Percy entered the scene, the overpowering scent of wet salt or sea spray almost knocked Tempest off the roof. Chiron had leaned over and saw this little tick in Tempest's movement and had called him down.

"Something the matter?" He asked as soon as Tempest dropped down from the roof.

"Ah…well," Tempest hesitated, putting a hand on the back of his neck, "All the demigods smell weird…" Chiron seemed to freeze up.

"What do they smell like then?" The old centaur asked cautiously, leaning on the table, voice dropping down to a whisper.

"It depends," Tempest said, averting his gaze.

"Depends?" Chiron seemed bewildered now, completely shocked as if he had never seen anything like this in his long life.

"Yes…?" Tempest was now worried.

'I regret a lot of things, but this one more.'

Suddenly, dinner was over and Chiron was called away to prepare for Capture the Flag.

"We will continue this later, alright?" and the centaur galloped away.

Tempest turned his focus to the suddenly loud tables, two flags were raised. One was blood red with a spear and a boar's head painted onto it. The other was silvery grey, an owl sitting upon an olive tree adorned it's waving fabric. The campers separated, uneven halves split between the banners.

Chiron stamped his front hoof on the marble flooring.

"Heroes! You know the rules. The creek is the boundary line. The entire forest is fair game. All magic items are allowed."

'Magic items?'

"The banner must be prominently displayed, and have no more than two guards. Prisoners may be disarmed, but may not be bound or gagged. No killing or maiming is allowed. I will serve as referee and battlefield medic. Arm yourselves!" And he waved and the empty tables were suddenly covered in weaponry and armour.

Chiron approached Tempest,

"Keep an eye on Percy." and left without another word.

'O…'kay?' Tempest thought, trailing behind the masses of armoured campers as they ran into the forest to set up their bases. All he did was follow the wet salt smell, a scent special to Percy, into the Athena cabin group's base.

As soon as there were trees to climb and tall enough to hid in, he jumped onto one and started hopping trees. Some demigods noticed but quickly dismissed his presence as just protecting them from the ant creatures lurking around most corners. Of course, that wasn't totally true anymore as Tempest had discovered that the tree responsible for the barrier had evolved, now blocking most of the Heartless out too. He was certain that tomorrow all the Heartless would be blocked out, and Tempest would finally have time to look for the keyhole and pages.

He followed the boy to the creek, crouching on the thick branch of the tree. He was clumsily hefting his caduceus emblazoned shield around, the sword in his hand constantly being shifted as if it was front heavy.

Something caught Percy's attention, as he slowly turned toward the bushes. The smell of blood and gore filled the air, whatever that held Percy's attention seemingly have left.

The bush farther away from Tempest exploded, five Ares children bursting from the thick foliage.

"Cream the punk!" the leader shouted, spear in hand. Tempest watched to see how this would play out, seeing whatever the kid did was pretty bad.

The five, red-plumed, infuriated warriors charged through the creek and Percy is in the middle of a mental dilemma. Fight or flight.

'Not the best time…'

One of the Ares kid strikes at Percy, only for him to dodge the slash. The rest of the Ares group surround the boy, their leader taking a stab at Percy for him to block it. The faint scent of charred wood and static reaches Tempest.

They continue to beat the boy, be it verbal or bloodless physical violence. Then one of the campers crossed the line, using their bronze blade to cut a gash on Percy's arm.

With a few mocking words, they kick him into the water, and the salt smell grew exponentially stronger.

A shimmering form of pulsing magic caught Tempest's attention, the thing like a sheet covering a human silhouette.

'Who are you now…?' he turned back to the Ares, Percy fight, only to find that the tide of battle turned. Percy was beating the demigods of Ares in the creek. The crimson flag of the red team was being carried over the quiet creek by Luke, running like all hell was gaining on him. More cabin eleven warriors flank him, acting as his personal guard.

"A trick!" The girl, who was the leader of the ambush on Percy, shouted, "It was a trick!" And feebly tried to reach Luke, only for the steadfast demigod to cross the creek, the banner in his hands to change silver with a caduceus replacing the boar head.

Tempest dropped down from the tree upon hearing the horn, into the creek startling Percy and whoever was cloaked.

"Woah!" Percy exclaimed, backing up in surprise, "Where'd you come from!?"

"You can take that spell off now," Tempest said bluntly, ignoring Percy and turning to the shimmering silhouette.

"How?" Annabeth said, looking as if she just took her NY cap off, "No one should have seen me!"

"It's really hard to miss something that emitted more magic than a monster on Mana steroids," Tempest remarked before realizing something.

'I never had this ability before,' he thought, putting a hand on his chin, 'is this world-changing me more then I thought?'

"Were you two hiding while I was getting beat by those five!?" Percy exclaimed, looking a little more then annoyed and jabbing a finger at Tempest then Annabeth, "You set me up." Percy was getting himself rolled up now, "You knew Clarisse would come after me, while you sent Luke around the flank You had it all fingered out."

"I told you, Athena always, always has a plan," Annabeth said, shrugging.

"A plan to get me pulverized," Percy growled out.

"Am I the only one slightly worried about that cut?" Tempest cut in bluntly. He wadded over to Percy and put a gantlet on the boy's arm only to find the cut closed, the scar fading away right before his eyes.

"I see…" Tempest said, voice almost a whisper and Annabeth stared on with disbelief.

"I-I don't get it…" Percy's anger had been replaced by confusion.

"Alright, salt breath," Tempest said, only to be cut off by Annabeth who continued his own thought.

"Step out of the water."

"Wha-" Without any warning, Tempest dragged him out of the creek, only for Percy to go slack against the grip.

"Big Three?" Tempest asked, side-eyeing the Athena girl.

"Yes, big three," Annabeth confirmed, her expression turned guarded.

A sudden howl pierced the air, to Tempest it sounded like a broken organ crying out through wolf lungs.

Chiron shouted something in ancient Greek, Annabeth unsheathed her sword and Tempest went on guard, ready for anything.

What looked like a fusion of a Heartless and a native direwolf jumped up from the foliage, yellow, lifeless eyes and slick, deep purple fur a blur in its movement. Tempest instinctively summoned his Keyblade, the sky blue 'eyes' of the serpent head glinting in the moonlight. The beast struck Percy before anyone could react, carving deep cuts into the boy's torso in quick succession.

Before more damage could be done, Tempest leaps into action and mounted the beast. Grabbing onto the ears of the beast, he braved the bucking and held on.

Just as it tired just a bit, Tempest stood up and put a foot on the dire wolf's snout and pried its maw open. Black saliva oozes out of the orifice, and Tempest used the same strategy as with the bull Heartless; he shoved his Keyblade in the maw.

"Fire!" and started to burn the thing from the inside out. After a few more fire spells, it ran into a tree and slumped over. The purple peeled off the fur and the yellow faded from the eyes, the mass of darkness turning into a Possessor. Tempest easily destroyed the weak Heartless.

The pure black body of the possessed wolf thrashed before three arrow shafts sprouted from its neck area, the body flopping down a second time.

"Di immortales!" Annabeth moved to Chiron's side, "That was a hellhound from the Fields of Punishment! They don't… they're not supposed to… why was it…?"

"It was summoned," Chiron said grimly, "From inside the camp."

"It was Percy! Percy-" Clarisse was cut off by Tempest,

"I was following him, and I saw what you did," Tempest said coldly, bending down to where the hellhound once laid dead. A fist-sized rock of greenish, grey metal sat there, and Tempest recognized it as the orichalcum he needed. Picking it up, Tempest made his way to an injured Percy.

"I honestly regret using most of my mana, but you have to get into the water, salt breath." Annabeth came over too.

"Tempest is right," She said, narrowing her eyes at said Armonian before turning to address Chiron, "Chiron, watch this." Before Percy could retaliate, Tempest pushed him into the water. He instantly looked better, the cuts closing automatically. He got up and looked at the shocked faces of the surrounding campers.

"Look, I-I don't know why," In the middle of his sentence, a turquoise, transparent trident appeared above his head, floating in midair. Tempest chose to stay silent this time, a nagging voice inside his head telling him to shut up and let this run its course.

"I'm sorry…"

"Percy.." Annabeth pointed at the trident, "Um…"

Percy looked up, and back at the campers surrounding him.

"Your father," Annabeth muttered, quite loud in the quiet forest, "This is really not good."

"It is determined," Chiron announced, shattering the silence. Tempest moved back into the shadows as the campers bowed before Percy.

"My father?"

"Poseidon," Chiron confirmed, voice booming as he recited the many titles of the sea god, "Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God."

In the shadows, if one had looked, they would swear that Tempest's eyes glinted green for a split second from behind the dark visor he wore.

A/N: Hahahahahahaha... kill me. I'm going to go back and see the horrible characterization and inwardly cringe at how bad I think it is...

~Storm