The Orks were surrounded by the growing horde of goblins. Despite the size and power difference, the goblins' sheer numbers were beginning to overwhelm the Orks. The Orks were ready to die, no fear, and kill as many as possible.

"WAAAAAGGGHHHHH!" Ghul roared he held Percy up who roared, "WAAAAAGGGHHH!" Percy held up the Da Big Goblin boss severed head. The goblins despite having the advantage of number, their cowardly instinct took over, scattering in all directions. The Orks chased after them, chopping, shooting, stomping, and eating whatever goblin they caught.

"YEAH! We did it!" Percy said, still holding Da Big Boss' head, he wanted to keep it. The fight was amazing, Da Big boss was a Goblin Champion standing over six feet tall and wielding dual swords! Percy fought Hobgoblins while Ghul fought the boss. After an epic battle ending with Ghul decapitating Da Boss with an old mill saw, they took the head to announce their victory.

Now it is time to collect the casualties, "All right, how many did we lose?" Ghul asked his second in command Bob the Breaker. "Oi, wes lost eight." the Orks body were lined up, Ghul look at his fallen brother, "Dank ya boys, may we fight annuver day."

Pull up and the boys were loaded up. Percy felt really sad. "Are you going to bury them?" Ghul shook his head, "Nah, we Orks blew up our dead." Ghul went over to one body, an Ork wearing a fang necklace. Like the rest he was covered in stab wounds from the small goblin weapons. Except, there is a very large wound on this one back.

"Where was Dobber's body found?" Ghul asked Mol who growled, "How should I know?" Snarling back, "Cause ya was his partner." Mol turned away, "Lost em during da fight, big deal."

Percy could feel the tension in the air, "Why are they arguing?"

"Ghul was chosen over Mol ta be da warboss." Bob the Breaker said. Ghul glared at Mol and climbed an Ork wheelz, "Everybody listen up! We fought gud an' now it'z time to head back. Tonight, we celebrate and honor our fallen brothers." Then Ghul took a deep breath and let loose a great "WAGH!"

"WAGH!" Percy and the other Orks roared, except for Mol who growled. The Orks loaded up in their wheelz and loaded the fallen boyz and as many goblin bodies for snacks and headed out. Da Big Boss' head was tossed in the back of Ghul's car. "Alright Lil Kutta, ya fought gud and maybe now da chief might make ya wun of us."

Percy nodded, but he wondered when his dad was gonna pick him up. He fought with the Orks and won, so why wasn't he here? Maybe he had to do something else. Percy hopped in, "Reddy Lil Kutta?" Ghul snapped his seat belt on and Percy followed. Loud, metal music began playing on the radio. Driving back Percy noticed the other wheelz had disappeared.

"Hmmm," Ghul growled. After driving some more, they drove past through the tree and came upon an abandoned rock quarry. Ghul parked the wheelz and poked at his GPS, "Ah see." Percy looked around, "Hey, what's going on?" Ghul pulled out a shoota and gave it to Percy, "Hang on ta dis." the sound of an engine grew louder. Mol drove up opposite them. Ghul took his seatbelt off and got out. "Stay 'ere."

Mol shut off his wheelze and got out holding a double headed ax. Ghul pulled out his sword. "So Mol, ya screwed with ma GPS, didn't ya?" Mol growled, "Yah, separated ya from da rest, an' I found ya killed by goblins." Percy watched from wheelz, observing the as the space warped between the orks. Ghul shook his head, "Ya killed Dobber didn't ya, me I get, but Dobber was ya brotha."

"What?" Percy said, Mol killed his own brother? Who would do such a thing? Mol laughed, "Cauze he got in my way, now then letz stop yapping like pansy humans and fight like propa Orks!" Ghul agreed by roaring. Mol roared back, Percy could see his big tusk were. The Orks charged and clashed. Their weapons emit loud CLANG! And sparks flew. Before Percy's eyes two big green blurs danced back and forth.

Ghul knocked Mol back and then uppercut him into the air, sending the over six hundred pound green skin flying. "Wow!" Percy was amazed, Ghul brought his sword down on Mol who blocked in time, Mol kicked Ghul away and swung his axe grazing Ghul abdomen, he followed up by roaring and biting down on Ghul arm. Ghul roared and swung his sword, slicing Mol's face. Again, their weapons met, and sparks flew. Mol manages to catch Ghul's sword and knock it away. Ghul ducked the oncoming swings and kicked Mol in the gut and followed with a double fist to the back. "Get him Ghul!" Percy cheered; this brutal fight reminded him of how his dad fought.

Mol attacked low and sank his tusks into Ghul's left leg. The two Orks dissolved into a rampaging green ball of fury; hitting, biting, clawing, and grabbing, each trying to gain dominance over the other. "I gotta help!" Percy saw the ork shoota he was given. He aimed, "Steady now."

Mol saw this. Percy pulled the trigger, firing a walnut size bullet. Mol grabbed Ghul and with all of his strength flipped him around. BANG! The bullet went through Ghul's left shoulder, "GAAAAHHHH!" The wounded Ork collapsed holding his shoulder, dark green blood poured out of the bullet wound. Percy froze realizing what he did. Mol tackled Ghul down and clamped his hands around Ghul's neck.

"Ya too weak!" Mol yelled and smashed his opponent's head on the ground, "I shoulda been da Warboss! I'm stronger than ya!" Mol kept smashing Ghul's head against the ground. "Yer pathic! Yer weak! Yer Soft!" BANG! Mol felt heat graze his neck. Percy fired again. "LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Percy kept firing. Mol rolled away and grabbed his ax using it as a shield.

.Click. "Uh oh." Percy began looking for more bullets. Mol tackled the Wheelz and sent it over the cliff edge. The Wheelz was half over the edge, Percy started to climb out only to meet the Mol smiling cruelly at him, he placed his hand on and pushed. Percy leaped out as the ork vehicle fell down to the ravine. Percy then leaped out of the way of Mol ax. Percy took out his knife and tried to stab Mol's leg only to be punted like a ball.

Percy felt like he was hit by a car and then he felt like he hit a tree, which he did. Mol charged over and brought his ax down. Percy couldn't react in time. The next thing Percy knew was that Ghul was shielding him and took the battle axe into his back. "AAH!" Ghul kicked Mol and sent him flying over the cliff.

Ghul collapsed, Percy was stunned. He would have died. "Ghul, why did you-" the Ork warboss spat out green blood, "Cuz i'm da boss and da boss lookz out for his boyz." Percy then saw Mol climbing over the edge. Mol wheelz was nearby. Percy tugged on Ghul's arm. "We have to get out of here." Ghul pushed him away, "No. We Orks neva back down from a fight." Ghul stood up and lumber over. Percy ran up and stood right next to him. "I can fight too!"

Mol roared and charged at them, he leaped up high in the air. Ghul shoved Percy aside and Mol landing created a massive fission, splitting the area. Coughing Percy fought the dust and saw Mol once more mounted Ghul and began pummeling him, sending green blood flying.

'It is my fault! I gotta save Ghul!" Percy saw Ghul's sword and grabbed it. The sword was bigger than he was but managed to lift it. Percy yelled and rushed, leaping up, Percy brought down the sword on Mol's back. "AAAAGGH!" he grabbed Percy and tossed him aside. Rage took over the greenskin, Ghul was near death, he would finish him later. Right now, he wanted to kill Percy.

Percy groaned and saw he was about to be stomped on. Rolling away he dodge the foot that created a kiddie pool size hole. Percy kept rolling until he made distance between them. "Shit!" he cursed and wiped the blood from his mouth. 'Remember what you were taught."

Mol was bigger, heavier, and had greater range. He heard his dad's voice "Perseus. When facing a larger opponent, use their size against them, their weak point will be easier to strike." Percy began analyzing his opponent, eight feet tall, over six hundred pounds. Long reach. Then he took a look at the wounds from the earlier goblin fight and the new wounds from Ghul. Percy saw the sword, behind Mol. Dashing Percy dodged a swipe and grabbed the sword.

Percy twisted and swung the sword into Mol's calf. The Ork fell to his knee. Percy leaped up and stabbed the sword into Mol back again. Percy held on as Mol began rampaging trying to throw Percy off. The Son of Kratos grabbed a handful of Mol long stringy orange hair and began hacking into the Ork. As Percy continued attacking, he saw they were heading for the edge of the quarry. Percy wasn't much of a strategist, but he knew of an opportunity when he saw one. He kept hitting and guiding Mol to the edge and when close enough Percy leaped over and spin kick Mol in the face knocking him over the edge.

"Ah ha! Got you!" Percy yelled. Mol grabbed Percy's leg, "UH OH!" As they fell Percy embraced himself and covered his head, his body slammed against the rocks, dozens of news cuts formed, and bones began to crack. Percy bounced down and landed, "Ahh," moaning in pain, he felt warm. Putting his hand to his head, he saw how much he was bleeding. He stood up, despite the shake in his legs, and saw the interior of the quarry. He saw old, wore wood shacks, chart rails, and a mine. But he didn't see Mol.

A worn wood shack rumbled, and Mol burst from the side. Old barrels of oil and chemicals spilled. Several falling rocks caused sparks, lighting the oil, and setting the shack a blaze. Percy slowly stepped back, "Um, this is the part where you realize the error of your ways, right?" Mol roared and charged, Percy leaped aside, looking for the sword he dropped. He heard his dad's voice. "Everything around you can be a weapon, you too are a weapon."

Mol turned to face Percy and saw a rock throw at him. It bounced off his forehead and roared and charged. When in range Percy leaped up with a watermelon size rock and smashed it on the traitorous Ork head. "GAAH!" Mol staggered back holding his head. Percy grabbed two potato size rocks and leaped up once more, striking Mol in his right temple and left side of the jaw. Landing Percy took a risk and threw a jab straight into the Ork's groin. No armor there.

Mol held his crotch and leaned over, Percy followed up with an uppercut, knocking Mol back. Percy crawled on and began punching the down Ork in the face. "Have some of this! You want some more! Here! You! Go!" Percy kept striking, not noticing the Mol was getting up, until he felt a giant hand grab him. Percy was slammed onto the ground, "AHH!" Mol grabbed Percy again with both hands and lifted him above high. "NONONONONONO!" he saw the ground below, Mol lifted him above his head, and then threw Percy into the ground, shaking the quarry.

Percy was unable to protect the back of his head from the impact, everything was in disarray. "N-no," he managed out, he tried to crawl away, "Somebody-help me!" Percy pleaded and crawled, "Somebody!" Mol grabbed Percy's right leg, "Come 'ere!" Mol bashed Percy against the rocky walls. Percy blood splatter against the grounds and walls.

Miles away a pack of Hellhounds picked up the scent of demigod blood and followed. The fire continued to grow, "WAAAAGGGHHH!" Mol roared, holding Percy's limp body. The scent of Percy blood was intriguing to Ork. Orks lived for three things: Fighting, Focking, and food. Mol decided that Percy would make a decent snack. The Ork opened his mouth revealing his blunt yellow teeth, and tusk. "No." Percy said weakly. The scent of Mol's horrid breath awoke Percy and he did his best to fight back. Everything went dark as his head went into Mol mouth and the teeth began to close on him.

'NO! NO! NO! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!'

"Then fight." Percy heard Kratos' voice. "What are you doing boy? After all I taught you, after everything I gave you and you allow yourself to be killed this way? You begged me to teach you, to make you stronger and this is how you repay me! Pathetic. I honestly thought you could become a warrior.'

Mol felt like an explosion went off in his mouth. The left corner of his mouth was ripped. Percy breathing was short and rapid, now covered in blood and Ork saliva. Then he calmed himself, he wiped the blood and spit out of his eyes and picked up the sword. Mol noticed the glare in Percy's eyes was different; more sharp, more intense. The color even seemed off as if they were becoming more yellow than green. "I'm going to kill you." Percy said, picking up his sword.

"Lil Basta!" Mol growled and charged. Closing in, Percy threw the sword and sent it flying, slicing into Mol's chest, stunning him. Percy grabbed a large rock and spined himself. Using the centrifugal force and his strength, Percy sent the rock into Mol' right knee and struck it. SNAP! "AAAAAHHHHH!" Mol's right knee split open and collapsed. Mol smacked Percy away. He yanked the sword out of him and snapped his knee back in place.

Percy got up and raised his fists. Mol eyes burned with madness and went back after Percy. But everything was slow for Percy, like someone set the setting to slow motion. Not only that he knew the next attack, a right punch. Percy and Mol threw their dukes. Mol fist was eight times the size of Percy's, aiming for bone would have been devastating, but which his newfound perspective aimed for in between the knuckles; no bones, no muscle, and no tendons. Percy fist tore Mol hand open, splitting it in two.

"GAAAAAHHHH!" Mol cried in pain, Percy leaped up and struck the nose, breaking it. Mol fell back as the pain fragmented throughout the rest of his head. Percy moved with explosive speed and ran for the sword. Mol forced himself up, "Lil-FOCKING-BASTA!" When his vision began to return, he saw Percy again, standing under him with the sword. Percy jumped and sent the sword through Mol's jaw and blade pierced from the top of the head.

Mol staggered back trying to pull the sword out, his hand unable to grasp it, his yellow eye rolled up and finally he collapsed. Percy sense returned, he heard the fire cackling, he saw the green blood pooling around the corpse. Percy looked at his hand, caked with blood, and back at the body. "I-I did it... I did it." Percy killed Mol the Ork. reality continued to dawn him, he won. Suddenly it felt like his body was expanding, and his cells were about to pop like balloons. He never felt like this before. The feeling of victory!

Percy felt like he was about to explode, he hopped on top of Mol's corpse and roared. "WWWWAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!"

Percy kept roaring, "THAT RIGHT! I WON! AAAAGGGGGHHHH! WHO ELSE WANTS SOME!" his voice echoed. He never felt such pride, he never felt so powerful. Percy felt like he could take on the whole world and everyone in it. He even felt like he could fight his dad!

This wasn't just a victory for Percy but a great change to his fate. As Percy roared and challenged the world, a ripple spread, it spread through the strings of Fate. on the Isles of Creation, home of the Fates, in the Loom Chambers, a string of fate changed, growing slightly longer.

Percy fell off Mol's body. His fatigue overwhelmed him and sent him to the world of dreams. The pack of hellhounds closed in, the smell of demigod blood sent them into a frenzy, so overwhelmed that they didn't see the Ork Wheelz and Trukz. Two of the Hellhounds were splattered. The Orks pulled out their Shoota and blasted the remaining Hellhounds to bits.

The surviving hellhound charged, a nine-foot tall greenskin with a purple snake tattoo on his neck grabbed the beast in a head lock and twisted its head in the opposite directions. "Lil pup, bite not strong enough." tossing the corpse aside. The Ork convoy found the quarry, the tattoo Ork smell the air, "Ah yes, a gud fight."

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Percy struggled to breath; his body burned. "It hurts! I can't breathe!" warmth covers him, "Huh?" this felt familiar to him, Percy felt like he was floating, "something feels soft, it's really soft and round?" Percy kept feeling this strange object, it was big, round and soft. "What is this?" Percy's eyes opened and he saw two big green balls, they were bigger than head, "what are these?" Percy pressed his hands against them, "They're really soft and jiggly."

"Ya like my tatties?" Percy twisted his head toward the voice. The She Ork smiled at him, "Ummm, hi?" The She-Ork pulled Percy in close, "Glad ta see yer up." Percy felt something stiff; his right arm was in a cast. Another set of green arms grabbed Percy and pulled him away, his felt same softness pressing on the back of his head and neck, "Quit hoggn em' ya greedy slag,"

Percy was sandwiched between two She-Orks. Several neurons in Percy's brain awoke for the first in his life, these neurons weren't supposed to be activated until Percy hit puberty. He didn't know what to do as the surprisingly attractive She-Orks cuddled with him.

" 'ight ya sows, 'et em go," The purple snake tattoo Ork came in, "I'ze needa wurd with 'em", The She-Ork on Percy right held him tight, "Ahhh, kant I keep 'em? E's a lil kutie now e' iz'

"I said beat it ya dum looney bird!" The ork yelled and pointed his thumb to the door. Grumbling the She-Orks left. "Dum sluts," Percy rubbed his eyes and got a good look, the Ork with purple snake tattoo was dress in black leather and wearing sunglasses. Percy could tell that this Ork was strong then Ghull and Mol combined.

"So leathers, you got a name?" Percy asked with his winning smile hoping this guy wouldn't eat him. The Ork smile showing his metal teeth, "Name's Zog, Zog da Skullsmasher!"

"Nice to meet you Mister Skullsmasher, my name is Percy Jackson."

"Please Mister Skullsmasher was 'ma father's murderer who I murdered." Zog took out cigars, "wanna smoke?" Percy shrugged his shoulders, "Ok." Zog lit his and Percy cigars and Percy imminently regretted as his mouth, throat, and lungs burned. But for some reason he liked it. "Are you going to kill me?" Percy asked and took another puff.

Zog laughed, "Won't be much 'n dat- nah, you save me lad Ghull and kill a traitor." Zog ate the rest of his cigar and burped smoke. "Wait! Ghull! Is he ok?" Percy was worried since he was the one who shoot him and turn the fight over.

"Ghull, hez 'ine, the medboyz are stitch' em up." Zogg gestured to Percy to follow him. Outside Percy got a look at Ork culture. It was like the love child of a trailer park and bar crawl. Buildings made of scrap metal and bone seem to be the style, and the greenskins wore biker clothes, sports jerseys, or pelt as the attire. Outside a bar, an Ork was thrown out the window. "Again! Again!" he said with excitement and went back in and tossed through the other window.

"Dakka! Lotz of Dakka! Not a propa Ork without dakka!" A salesork shouted out and immediately swarmed with customers. Tv's playing every sport imaginable were playing from football to golf to darts to curling. Orks wearing jerseys and body paint cheered and others began fighting in the middle of the street.

Stopping before white building with red neon words that read: PAIN HOUSE. The smell of blood was overwhelming, and the screaming was no better. Inside Ork wearing white clothes and several pairs of glasses moved about.

"OI!" Zogg barked out, an Ork wearing a red stained white jacket, stethoscope and eight pairs of glasses marched up, "The fock ya whut?"

"Imma ere' ta see ma boy Ghull, ere iz he now?" Doctor Bloodstain pointed down the hall, "Room five, visit him an' then sod off." Percy saw in some of the room and while he was no doctor some the things he saw would best be described as torture. Ghull room was no exception as Gull was being held down while they stapled his wounds shut.

"IZ DAT DA BEST YOU BLOODY BASTARDS CAN DO!" Ghull threw them aside and ripped a pipe off the wall. Percy watched as Ghull fought off his doctor until they managed to dogpile him and finish his treatment. Zogg lit another cigar, "ight, i'z guess yo's propa ork now arent cha?" Ghull pointed ears perk up, "Oi Chief, how long ya been there?" he then Percy there "Oi! Little Kutta, HAHA," Percy sighed, "Ghull, I'm so sorry for shooting you."

Ghull raised his pierced eyebrow in confusion, "So what, ya shot me no big deal." Percy was very confused, "But, but I shot you! Mol gained the upper hand and I just got in the way."

"OI!OI!OI! Now lil Kutta ya listen ere now! We ork fight ta live an' live ta fight! We's shoot one annuver, stabs one annuver, no big deal. Beside you kill dat daft kunt Mol so ya did make up fer it." Percy was baffle, what was a kunt? Why was he not mad. Must be an Ork thing. Ghull continued, "Beside ya wun of ma boyz and da boss lookz out fer hiz boyz."

"Well said," Zogg ate his lit cigar and burped smoke out. Now then let's celebrate like porpa Orks!

Food, booze, guns, and explosions were unleashed as they Orks began to party. Percy began to feel better as ate squig meat and drank blood beer. The Ork played rock n roll, metal, heavy metal, and began roaring. Ghull was held upside down as he guzzled down gallon after gallon of Grudge whiskey. Percy was given AR Fifteen and began firing.

Zogg jumped on a massive truck and spoke into a microphone, "OI LEZZIN UP YOU DAFT SUNNVA BITCHES! YER CHIEF ZOGG SMASHER ERE!" The Orks ignored him until Zogg pulled out a gatling gun and destroyed several kegs of liquor. "HAHAHA- Now den! Our boy Ghull the Guzzlemachina killed DA Big goblin boss and brought hiz head back! New skull fer yer collect now!"

Ghull raised his mug and had his left arm wrapped around a scantily clad She-Ork. His brethren cheered and fired guns. "Also, We's got new member, Lil Kutta!" a spotlight landed on Percy who was eating a leg of goblin and sitting a barrel, the crowd went silent. Percy swallowed and waved. "HI." The crowd did not respond, and murmurs began.

"He fought with Ghull and killed Mol the traitor! And as Chief of our clan, he now wun of uz." murmur became loud, and no guns were fired.

"DHAT?" An Ork wearing spiked helmet and biker chap barked out and marched up to Percy and pointed his finger at him, "Thiz iz no Ork, this is a not-Ork!" Murmurs grew louder, and Zogg fired his gatling gun again, "Now Spikebone, whatcha tryin ta say?"

"Thiz bloody bloke didn't kill Mol! He'z ta small and weak!"

"WEAK!" Percy stood up on the barrel and pointed his finger back at Spikebone, "I killed Mol!" Spikebone poke Percy in the chest with his big green sausage finger, "YAH RIGHT! Lil spud like ya couldn't kill a swamprat!" Percy looked over Ghull, and then Zogg, and judging by their looks he was on his own right now. In order to survive, Percy decides to think like an Ork.

"OH YEAH? Well you can't um, um, kill two swamp rats!" Percy yapped back, the other Ork went "OOH!" Spikebone growled, "Yeah, well he can't shoot, no dakka I say!"

Percy fired back, "Na uh, I can fire twice as much dakka then you can!"

"Well, I can shoot three times more!"

"I can shoot five times more dakka!"

"I can shoot ten times more!"

"I can shoot twelve times more!" This went on for some time as Percy and Spikebone kept saying who could shoot more dakka. The Orks watched this were the edge on their seat ooh and ahh at the larger number of dakka they hear. Their eyes darted back and forth between Percy and Spikebone. "I can shoot plus infinity!" Spikebone yelled and the crowd gasped. Percy began to panic, what came after infinity? He looked over to Ghull who was sweating profusely and gave a nod. Percy nodded, 'Think Percy think! Think! Think like an Ork! Then he thought of an answer, puffing up his chest and looking ahead strongly, "Well I can shoot infinity plus two!" Percy roared and held up two fingers.

The orks were speechless, infinity plus two? Spikebone himself was stunned, he couldn't think of anything to top that, who was this absolute Mad Lad before him? Then he began laughing, "OI! Yer not green outside, but ya sure ar' green on da inside!" Spikebone picked up Percy and held him high and the Orks began to cheer and chant and began firing their guns again.

"Zoggin gud now, I give ya Kutta the Mad Lad!" Zogg yelled into his microphone.

"MAD LAD! MAD LAD! MAD LAD!" as the other Orks cheered for their newest member.

Then the party began, the fallen green brother bodies were blown up and sent to the Orks gods. Mol's body was fed to the squigs while the Orks cursed and spitted upon the traitor. Then the party began and ork parties were some of the most unhinged and chaotic. Greasy food, hard alcohol, dakka with more dakka. Rock n'Roll. Percy was praised by his new clan.

The clan is called 'Da Broken Bones. Their symbol was a broken femurs and wrench. Percy ate a leg of goblin and drank bitter drink called "Grock Beer." his face became flustered, and warm. Everything became blurry and noise faded and scene after scene changed. One moment he was glugging down the Grock, then he was dancing on top of a speaker with no shirt. Things flashed to the next scene as three She-Orks had cornered Percy.

"E's prekious now iznt e'?" a red headed tube top chimed. Percy ear only heard static as what seem that the other two green girls seem to agree. It was very hard for Percy to focus as six massive jiggly Ork melons bounced.

Then the next thing he knew he was fighting a small squig in a ring, knife in hand as the orks cheered and made bets. The spiral began, the space around became a whirlpool. Up was left, left was right, right was also up. Percy was surrounded by darkness with no sense of gravity or weight. He closed his eyes for a moment.

"Father! Your son has returned!" Percy knew that voice, it was Kratos' voice. His dad's voice was all around him. His vision only saw black. "Yes, my son, it is time to end this!" another voice spoke, it sounded older and strangely familiar despite never hearing this voice before. Then he heard rumbling, an oncoming storm, water rising, flies buzzing, an older woman screaming in pain. "Where am I?" Percy floated in the darkness like a leaf in a stream.

"Dad? Dad!" Percy saw Kratos looking over a cliff, his back turned to him. "Dad, what's going on?" Kratos didn't answer him, he simply lifted one foot over the edge. "Wait? DAD! NO!" it was too late; Kratos threw himself over. Percy rushed over and looked over the cliff, "DAD!" nothing. Below Percy was the primal infinite black void. "Dad?" The cliff gave in, and Percy fell below to nothing.

"Dream on, dream on, dream on, dream until your dreams come true," was that Aerosmith? Percy slowly opens his eyes, coming back to the physical plane of existence. "Aah," he groaned and leaned back in his seat. The radio kept playing "Dream on! Dream on! Dream-" Percy twisted the dial and silenced Steve Taylor. "What happened?" Percy's head felt hollow, judging by the light it the very crack of dawn and the very little light burn. "Aah." Percy undid his seatbelt. Hopping out he got a good look of the crashed Wheelz that was rammed into an oak tree.

"Did I do this?" Percy didn't remember driving; he didn't do a lot from last night. Twelve years old and he now crashed a car. Percy was not going to tell his parents this. Following the tracks, he made to the edge of the woods and the Ork settlement ahead with Da Broken Bones banner on it. Like a zombie Percy slowly marched back. Orks came out of the woods, half asleep, hungover, or still drunk.

Getting back to the settlement, more Orks laid passed out, or vomiting out last night overload of greasy food and booze. Except for a few, some watched the movie 'Death Wish'. Zogg stood before a grill flipping breakfast sausage, "Gid mor'n Kutta, how'z it' 'anging?"

At the stench of more greasy meat Percy puked. Zogg bursted out laughing, "shut up!" Percy managed to spat out. He felt better, "Damn it, what happened last night?"

"Same ol' same ol''" Zogg threw more sausages on his grill. "Ere'" Zogg tossed Percy something, catching it. Percy held a necklace made of leather string and single tusk; an ork tusk. "Is this?" Percy knew who this tusk belonged to. Zogg flipped over a sausage that squirked green oil. "Kutta, dat a gud first trophy, wear it with pride." Percy held up Mol tusk, his first war trophy. Percy instead of wearing it put it in his pocket. Zogg raised a pierced eyebrow, "Sum ting wrong?"

The fight replay in Percy's head. Zogg took the sausages off the grill. "Kutta, listen, life iz too short to worry about da past. Too be a propa Ork, wun must look at da next battle. Ork live life to da fullest and die like propa orks should." Zogg took out his massive shoota and aimed it at Percy's head. "Life is fighting, but being a propa Ork is ta even fight deth!"

Percy looked through the barrel and the massive bullet, then he looked Zogg in the eye. His glare changed, the sharpest of his eyes changed and his sea green eyes had a hint of red in them. "Zogg, either shoot me or put that piece of junk away." Percy said calmly. Zogg felt goosebumps cover his body and packed his piece away. Yes, Percy would make a smashing Warboss one day.

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Qrow Branwen drove down fourteen street. He was not happy. His phone began ringing, he touched the green button of his car's touchscreen, "This is big daddy Qrow, how can I
help you today!" he answered. After a moment of static and a groan, Gilda Goodwitch answered, "Hello Qrow, have you made it to the Jackson residents?" Qrow looks at the town Red Wolf, a typical all American town charm. "No, just made it to Red Wolf. why is it called that?"

"Go to city hall and find out," Gilda said, "Now, the reason for my call is my own curiosity for our organization's newest associate, Kratos. Now I believe you two have some history together?" Qrow felt a jab in his left ribs. After Raven disappeared, I went looking for her,"

Qrow followed her trail to Singapore, and in exchange for information he agreed to bodyguard a very wealthy, very unsavory individual, in his sixty-story hotel. At two forty a.m. Qrow was forced against a window with a great view of the city. A hand wrapped on his throat with a vice grip. The other bodyguards were either dead or broken. The giant of a man wore all black and wore night vision goggles. Qrow managed to kick his goggles off, his amber eyes glowed. A fist found its way to Qrow ribs, the glass gave in and Qrow felt gravity grabbed a hold of him.

Anyone else would die, but Qrow was a Branwen and like every member of the Branwen Qrow could turn into an animal. Qrow could turn into a Crow; to be fair, to be fair, there were worse names he could have gotten. All members of the Branwen Family didn't receive a first name until their animal was known. His sister was Raven, and his father was Bear. Qrow transformed and flew down to the nearest roof and settled. Four ribs were broken and five more were cracked. While deciding what to do, his client was thrown from the roof and became mincemeat on the street below.

Qrow was part of a small group that survived an encounter with "The Ghost."

"Goody, listen to me. This man, this thing is one the most dangerous things I have ever met. The Underworld is a collective of criminals, assassins, and mercenaries. There is a small Canadian man with the temper of a feral beast and owner of some of the sharpest blades around. There is a Japanese man who can control fire and wield chained blades. Another is a bald man with barcode tattoo who never fails to catch his target. These are a few of the deadliest people of the Underworld and The Ghost surpassed them all."

"...I see, Qrow, you see that-"

"The man is actually a fucking god. Yeah, Ozzie filled me in. Actually, makes a lot of sense and now I'm going to a negotiator or informant or whatever," Qrow turned down fourteen street and continued his chat with Gilda, "Crap, I've been driving for ten minutes, where is this place?" just nothing but trees.

"You're on his property," Gilda said, "What! How long?" Qrow wondered if he passed the house. "Since you turned on fourteen street, Kratos owns a great deal of land.

"Since I turned on the street? This much land? Is he as rich as a Schnee?" up ahead, he saw the house. Big, rustic house with a surround porch, a jungle gym, swings, sand box. No sign of any pets. "Goody, I'm going to call later, made it here."

"Good luck Qrow." The call ended. Yeah, good luck would not be enough if things go wrong. Taking out his flask and taking a quick drink, the Pro-Hunter exited the vehicle. The house upfront seems like a fortress in disguise. Whatever lived didn't like intruders. Carefully he walked up the steps to the front door, no creaking of any wood boards. Then Qrow pushed the doorbell that created the noise of a brass bell rang. Qrow felt pressure on his shoulder as if hands had grabbed him, instincts telling him to leave. Then the door opened and Qrow had to keep his jaw from dropping.

She was beautiful, a warm aura surrounding her. "Hello, may I help you?" Her voice fit her appearance perfectly. Her curly brown hair tied into a ponytail with her bangs free, wearing a blue button up shirt and jeans that held to her figure.

"Ummm," Qrow's mind was like a car crash. He felt like he hit puberty again and he was once the awkward teenage boy who never talked to a girl. The woman spoke, "Do you have the mail?" Qrow remembered that he was an adult man and quickly reset his brain, "No, No, uh, no. Sorry it's been a long drive. I'm with the association, I'm Qrow Branwen,"

She smiled and Qrow's heart rate went up, "Yes, the Huntsman Organization. You were going to meet up with my husband," Husband? Husband! How did that homunculi score this beauty! She reminded him of the woman in the anime that Summer forced him to watch. The shock sends him back to silence.

"I'm sorry but Kratos is out, he took our three oldest to a basketball game." she said, "and I don't think I'll be back until six or seven." Qrow once more forces his brain to work. "Well then, wait what that smell?"

"Oh yes, I was making dinner, Surf N' Turf." Surf n' Turf? The Ghost/Kratos wife was making him Surf N' turf on a Tuesday! What will he get on Friday or Saturday? "By the way my name is Sally, Sally Jackson, if you want you could stay until Kratos returns, I'll put on a pot of coffee, and you must be tired, why rest for a moment and relax." Normally this would be a red flag, this situation has led to the death of many, Qrow himself nearly lost his life to false hospitality, six different times actually, but his body moved before his mind did.

Inside he was led to the living where the family photo hung above the fireplace. Each member of the Jackson family wore a different shade of blue in formal attire. Kratos stood in the back wearing a dark noble blue suit, his presence over his family did not show as a dominator over them but as a guardian, a protector and as the head of this household. Sally sat in a chair wearing a feminine blue dress and holding the youngest, Fiona, swaddled in a blue blanket of the same shade of blue. The girls wore light blue dresses, and the boys wore dark blue suits. The kid that stood out was the oldest, his sea bronze skin and sea green eyes while he had either blue or amber eyes. He stood next to his stepfather with a massive hand on his shoulder. That right, the boy, Percy, had a different father. 'The oldest son is Percy; his father is Poseidon. Pay special attention to him and report anything back. Become his ally, become his friend, be his brother if you have too! We need him on our side!' Ozpin said to him.

Mentally sighing, Qrow felt a tug on his pants, a toddler with amber eyes, William, the younger twin greeted him. Qrow knelt down, "Hey little buddy," William then latched himself to Qrow's face and began beating his little fist upon his head. "AAAAHHH! Get him off!" Sally quickly rushed into the room with a squeaky toy and threw it. William spared Qrow and rushed after the toy.

"Sorry about that, the twins don't like strangers," Sally helped Qrow back up. "It's ok, wait twins?" The older twin Joseph jumped from the couch and grabbed the back of Qrow's shirt and began strangling him.

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Kratos has met many unique and divergent characters in his many lives. But his step-son Percy was definitely in the top ten. Within less than a week alone in the woods Percy became an honorary Ork of the Broken Bonez. The nitwit somehow fought with, against, and survived with them. He was also using their slang now like "Proper" and "Dakka". Good news was that now Kratos had new allies after meeting (and beating up a few) Kratos convinced the Broken Bonez Clan to fight for him by telling them they could fight literal gods.

He even gave them a monster camp location and within two days the Orks wiped out the entire camp leaving no survivors. The giddy Orks were so happy that they sent Kratos all the teeth they collected. But while this was good, there were still problems, one being his angry wife, leaving her alone with the rest of the kids, missing the family tradition of going to Montauk beach, and Percy missing his birthday. So, Kratos had to use his 'Get out of Jail Card'. He agreed to attempt the Couples Painting Class Sally had been badgering him about. And the Couples Cooking Class, and the Couples Pottery Class. And the Couples Photography Class. So, every Saturday for the six to eight months is now booked.

For Percy, Kratos did feel bad for the boy missing his birthday; he had grown soft over the ages and decided to make it up to him. And Percy wanted to see the Knicks play at their stadium. So, Kratos bought tickets for Percy, Anthony, Estelle and himself and rented a VIP box. He bought jerseys, foam fingers, and pom-poms for Estelle. Percy was happy to watch his favorite play Jimmy Blaze in person.

"JIMMY! JIMMY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME JIMMY!" Percy shouted over the crowd as Jimmy missed another shot. Percy leaned over the railing. "Jimmy, you failed me. But I still love you." Jimmy then fumbled the ball.

"I hope your family dies in a plane crash!" Percy yelled. Kratos hated crowded, loud areas and watched the game on the flat screen in the VIP room. Estelle waves her pom-pom around. "Daddy look! I'm a cheerleader!" Kratos patted her head, "Wonderful my child."

Anthony was on the room phone, talking while holding up a notepad with formulas on it. "Yeah, put me down for twenty-five by the final quarter, another twenty-"

"Anthony, what are you doing?" Kratos asked. Anthony slammed the phone on the receiver and tossed his notes aside. "Nothing!"

Percy groaned and pulled his hair. "Jimmy, just go back to the bench, and let Jamal Mckenize take over." he walked back to the VIP area, "Imma going to go clear my head, maybe get a snack." Kratos nodded and Percy left. Making his way to snacks, he waited in line and looked at the advertisements. "Schnee Energy" "Gremory Real Estate" "Pentex Oil" "Mishima Finances" "The Umbrella Corporation" and "StarBucks". With the exception of the last one Percy was pretty sure he had never heard of these companies before.

Percy bought himself a gray hotdog, stale popcorn, and flat soda flatter than the flat earth that flat earthers believe the flat earth to be. But turning to leave Percy crashed into another boy about his age. "Oh man, I'm so sorry!" The boy panics and scrambles to get up. Groaning, Percy wiped the ruined overpriced snacks off his jersey. "Hey, don't worry about it." getting a better look he saw that the other boy was Latino with curly brown hair and impish features and aura of mischief.

"I'm really sorry!" The Latino boy apologized. Percy waved him off, "It's fine, it's fine." the boy perked up, "Oh! Coming mom! So sorry!" and he dashed off. Funny, Percy didn't hear anyone, must be one of those parent child connections.

With his snack gone Percy decided to get some cotton candy. He then noticed his weight was off, "What the? My wallet!" Percy checked both pockets and his wallet was gone. "HEY!" That boy! He bumped into Percy on purpose! To steal his Wallet! Growling he chased after the thief. To mortal eyes there was no trail, but thanks to Orion Percy could track what was invisible to others. Staff only. And locked. Percy didn't care, broke the handle and charged. Even in the darkness Percy could still follow the boy trail.

The boy counted Percy's money. "Muy Bueno. I hit the jackpot!"

"And I'm going to hit you." The boy turned around and saw glowing green eyes. Percy held his hand out. "Return it and you'll keep your digits in order."

The boy nervously laughed, "Oh! oh! this your wallet! My mistake." then he made a strange noise, "Cooorah!"

"COOOORAAH!" a force slammed into Percy and sent him flying. "Run Leo! Run!" getting up Percy saw the partner in crime, an orange hair girl. "HEY!" Percy launched after them, the girl did a handstand and caught Percy with her ankle and threw him against the ceiling. She laughed wildly as Percy pry his head out, he tackled the girl who in turn placed him in shoulder lock. "Wow, you're strong! Do you work out?" she rambled. Percy smirked "Six days a week!" He flipped himself and the girl and reversed the positions.

The thief whistled, Percy looked at him and got a face full of silly string. "AAHH! Industrial chemicals! They burned!" Percy fell back and the thieves ran away.

"Leo, can we have pancakes tonight!"

"Nora! Yes! Now run!" as they thought they made it Percy dropped on them and a ball of chaos bounced back and forth in the stadium hall. Finally, Percy pinned the girl with his left foot and held the boy up by his shirt. He pulled the wallet, "Look! Look! Have it back! Just let us go!" Percy grabbed his wallet and counted. All there and so he released them.

"Don't you two know that stealing is against the law? And it's a sin! Don't you two want to go to heaven? HUH!" Percy chastised them. Percy turned to leave them.

"You ok Nora?" The boy asked, her stomach growled. "Yeah Leo, I'm just really hungry."

Percy told himself to keep walking. "Look, let's go dumpster diving and maybe find some warm food."

'Keep walking Percy, keep walking.' but he didn't move. He turned back to them, "Hey, you guys hungry?" The boy tilted his head, "No, I installed radios in our stomachs to make funny noises."

"Well, that is a terrible idea," Percy said, "Why don't I buy you guys something?" their stomach growled again.

But at the snack court, the boy and girl chowed down. Percy sadly looks at his empty wallet, "Ah man, sorry Aunt Molly." Molly the Nymph gave him some money and asked for a jersey. "So, what are your names?" The boy scarfed down the nacho with artificial cheese.

"Names Leo, last name Valdez," Leo dragged his finger through the cheese out of the container and ate it. The girl ripped off the wrapper of an overpriced candy bar and swallowed it whole. "Nora!" She continued to rip apart the food and devoured everything in sight.

Percy got a better look at her in the light. Short orange hair, bright blue eyes, and rosy skin. And her shirt was worn out and had faint letters that read 'I ove soth!'. Leo's left shoe had twine instead of laces and his clothes were just as worn out. Their hair was greasy and now Percy could smell that they haven't bathed in a while.

"Um, so why did you steal my wallet," Nora chewed on the paper containers, "Cuz you look easy, man, were we wrong." Leo gave his scraps to satisfy Nora's hunger. "Amigo I'm sorry, but it's either pickpocketing or dumpster diving."

Percy sipped his terrible flat soda, "What about parents?" cue dramatic music and the sad looks, making it clear to Percy. "I'm sorry." Leo shook his head. "Me and Nora met at the foster home, and we decided it better to be on our own." Leo and Nora shook their heads to make the bad memories of that hell hole go away.

"So, you two are just homeless?" Percy asked. "Nah, I like to think nomadic. But yes, we don't have an official residence." Nora sucked mustard from the packet, "We're sleeping in a cardboard box." Percy was surprised. He has seen homeless people before, usually ranting about aliens and the government. Leo hopped out of his seat, "Well thanks for the grub bud we need to split before Crazy Joe realized our box is vacant."

"Ok you guys are just sad." Percy remembers being left in the woods; hungry, cold, scared. He didn't want these two to live like this. "Guys, I have an offer for you, stay with me and my family. We have the space and food."

"Food?" Nora's blue eyes lit up. Leo was more cautious, "Yeah no, the last guy who wanted to help us also wanted to take pictures of us in his secret playroom." Percy was horrified by this. "Well, that is terrible, but I don't own a camera nor the desire to molest either of you, plus maybe my uncles and aunt could take you in, wouldn't you guys prefer that?"

"I don't know." Leo said.

"Oh come on, I mean, how long until either of you are shanked by crack whore?" Percy said. Leo and Nora's eyes widened. "How long until you guys begin pulling tricks on the street in order to buy food? How long until you two get AIDS from sharing too many needles?" Percy continued, then shaking head, "what about the morning when one of you finds out that other OD, most likely you," he pointed to Nora who gasped. Percy turned to Leo, "Wouldn't a hot meal and clean bed be ok for one night?"

Leo looked at Nora, she had been on the street way longer than he had. Cuddling for warmth, constantly looking for food, avoiding law enforcement who would split them up. And if things did go wrong, well he escaped from lock rooms before and a motivated Nora could bust through walls. Even since his mom died Nora has been the only one he trusted. He wanted to keep her safe.

"Well," Leo started, "Alright," Percy smiled, and Nora began thinking about food. "Wait, what about your parent's opinion?"

"You can ask my dad; he is right behind you." Leo and Nora look back at possibly the largest man they ever saw. "Jumpin Jerusalem! You are big sir!" Nora said, eyeing Kratos up and down. Leo's jaw hung, 'his arm is bigger than my entire body!' He didn't even notice the boy standing next to him and the little girl on the man's back.

"Perseus, the game is over," Kratos said, "What? Who won?" Percy asked. His brother Anthony smiled, "Jimmy did it Percy! He threw the shot and even broke the current record for the shot distance!" Percy looked at one of the many monitors and saw Jimmy carried out by teammates cheering his name. Percy could not because he missed one of the biggest moments in his favorite player's life. But all Percy could do was smile. "Good for you Jimmy, good for you."

Kratos stared at Percy's new friends. What he saw appeared over their heads and surprised him. Over Leo's head a red hammer appeared, interesting. But what appeared over Nora was way more surprising, a hammer as well, except it was blue, curved with a small handle. Two demigods; one Greek and one Norse.

Line break.

Clark entered through the shop door and groaned, a long day of repairing what mortal broke, and they had to make things more complicated from woodwork to quantum physics. But he was happy to be home to his perfect wife and son. Entering his underground forge he could smell dinner, Dragon roast with mandrake roots and rosemary his favorite!

His adoptive son Tyson ran up to him, "Daddy! Daddy! Look what I made!" Tyson held up a wristwatch and pressed a small button turning it into a bronze shield. Clark patted Tyson's shoulders, "Tyson my boy, that is absolutely wonderful, and what a beautiful design!" Tyson smiled bigly, happy that his father was happy. "Mommy said dinner will be ready in a few minutes."

Clark rubbed his stomach, he was starving, "Tyson, go wash up." the young cyclops nodded and went to clean up. Clark washed himself up and sat down at the dinner table. "So how was your day," the ginger hair asked him.

"Ah you know, once more the Jefferson son flushed his toy rabbit down the toilet and guess how to get it out?" Clark said and stretched back. "Hmmm? You? The girl said. "Yes-umm" Clark looked at that girl sitting at the table with him. "Ummm? Little girl, what are you doing here?" the girl smiled brightly, "Oh I live here now, what are you doing here?"

"Live here?" Clark wonders if somehow, he went to the wrong underground forge. Her hair was still damp from the bath and her clothes fresh. "Do you like sloths? I love sloths! Did you know that they are really great swimmers and most of them die while pooping!" The girl rattled leaving the cyclops silent.

Then Tyson and another boy enter the dining room. "Man, I have not felt this good in a long time!" the boy said, he was fresh out of the bath, clean clothes, and wore a towel on his head like a turban. The young ones sat at the table, "One, two, three?" Clark counted; something was not right. Molly floated in with trays of food flying behind her. "Hello my love!" The food was sat down. "Sweetie, am I seeing things, or do we have more children than I remember." This was not the first time his mechanic eye acted up.

Molly smiled brightly, "Oh darling isn't it wonderful! Our family is growing!" his wife has been dramatic, but Clark was confused. "Umm Molly, since when did we have three kids?"

"Starting today!" Molly cheered, "What?" was Clark's only response. Molly continued, "Kratos brought them over, said that they were orphans, and I couldn't let these sweet angels living on the harsh streets so I said we would take them in!"

"We are?"

"I know, isn't it wonderful! Our happy family has grown even bigger!" Tyson has a big smile, "I like my new brother and sister!"

"Uh, um-what are their names," the old cyclops' mind was in jumbles, "The boy is Leo and the girl Nora, what beautiful names! Now what would you like to drink?"

"...Some sweet tea?" Clark said and Molly went to go get it. Clark stared at his two new kids, "Nora, is it? Can you pass the mash potatoes?" Nora burped and patted her belly, the bowl of mash potatoes now licked clean.

"Never then."

Chapter end.

Next time-

Percy, Leo, and Nora looked down the cliff at the Augean Bull below then eating a cactus. An elephant sized, six legged, green-brown mutant of bovine. "So, how are we going to do this?" Leo asked. "Hmmmm," Nora ponders, "What we asked him nicely?"

Percy smirked, "I don't think he understands English. "Hmmmm," Nora pondered again, "What about Spanish?" The three continued to plan, but the fourth member of their group had a different idea. "Groan, why don't we ride this S.O.B back to the ranch," She smugly smirked.

They look back at her, a girl their age with beautiful long blonde hair and lilac eyes with a cocky grin. Percy scoffed at her, since the moment he met Yang Xiao Long the two have fought, argued and competed.

"Yang, I doubt Taro would let any of us ride him." Percy said. he was the leader of this little group and Yang basically fought against every one of his ideas. Yang waltzed over to him and got her face very close to his. "Scare?" she said playfully. Percy blushed, "NO!"

"You're a bad liar," Yang said and then booped his nose, "Boop." Percy was flustered. This girl was frustrating. Yang began walking backwards to the cliff, "Well if you guys don't have any other idea then," Yang shrugged her shoulder and fell backwards. She quickly raised both her middle fingers. "Pussies!" she laughed and fell.

"Oh no you don't!" Percy growled and jumped over. "Yeah!" Nora cheered and grabbed Leo and went over the cliff as well. "WHY!" Leo screamed as he felt gravity grabbed him.

End.