Welcome to Lord of Alaska! Sorry if this fanfic has mistakes. I will try to revise and edit as much as possible. Disclaimer: The characters and places that you know belong to Rick Riordan, everything else is mine. Thank you so much for all the followers, favorites, and reviews!
Remember: the god Perseus' pseudonym is Aster, and that is how I will narrate him. Percy Jackson will be narrated as Percy.
Camp Half-Blood
Aster fell, his t-shirt burnt from the lava.
Fuck the wall and let it rot in Tartarus. This was his third time today failing to reach the top of the climbing wall, the lava that flowed from the top making him fall to the grass! Luckily, his godly reflexes, which he wasn't supposed to show (but how would anyone notice), prevented him from being sent to the infirmary.
Aster glared at the wall as if it purposefully brought him down. He had never reached the top, not even once in the past week. Dozens of other campers could do it without getting a shower of lava à la carte, but not him. Oh, the wall hated him because he was a god!
"You okay, dude?" asked Castor, the son of Dionysus. He was one of the few people Aster had interacted with so far. They could have become friends if the right circumstances had arisen.
"Hmph. The climbing wall hates me." The Fates have woven him a cursed thread.
"Nobody reaches the top of the climbing wall on their first try. And you've only been here for a week. I only got it after my third week of camp. You'll get it soon."
Aster nodded, still glaring at the peak of the wall. "I'll get it today. Practice makes perfect, as they say."
Castor chuckled, shaking his head. "Don't overexert yourself, but good luck," he said, walking away to the amphitheater.
One of the Ares campers just reached the top in less than a minute. How could they do that with their sluggish demigod skills? And why couldn't Aster do it with his godly skills? Mortals could not be better than gods.
Aster dusted his hands off and gripped one of the climbing wall's ridges, starting his climb. He was going to reach the top. Mark his words.
The bell for dinner rang as Aster fell from the climbing wall… for the sixth time since his conversation with Castor. Don't mark his words, then.
Deciding to take a break, he walked around until he saw all thirty-or-so members of the Hermes cabin walking towards the dining pavilion. Aster sneaked in unnoticed, fearing a reprimand from the cabin head Luke.
Who could blame him? Cabins were supposed to stay together throughout the day, but the Hermes cabin was too full for Luke to keep track of everyone. Nobody could have noticed he was gone. And who cared? Aster wasn't friends with anybody.
"Where were you, Ash?" asked Kai.
Ah, aural therapy. It felt good to be called 'Ash', to fit in as a demigod in a demigod camp. To not stand out and be a misfit.
Two years older than Aster's mortal form, Kai was an unclaimed, lanky demigod staying at the Hermes cabin. His black hair, black eyes (not brown), and choice of never wearing a camp shirt struck Aster as bizarre but friendly. Kai had taken a sort of protectiveness over the god, which was absurd, because how could a mortal protect a god?
"At the climbing wall. Still haven't reached the top, but I'll get it tomorrow."
"Not tomorrow, because Hermes isn't scheduled tomorrow. Don't abandon the cabin."
"It's not like anyone noticed, Kai. I'm pretty sure I did the cabin a favor. Less Hermes campers to handle."
"Don't count all of us as Hermes campers. I'm not one, and neither are you. This is my temporary cabin." Temporary was a truth bordering on false since there was a chance that Kai was never going to get claimed, and that would mean forever in the cursed cabin. But Aster wouldn't be that cruel to bring it up.
"Same difference. What did you guys do?"
"Arts and crafts, sword fighting in the arena, and a game of volleyball to finish stuff off. My team won."
"Congrats." Aster hummed uncaringly.
The Hermes cabin had arrived at the pavilion, taking their seats. Aster sat at the end with Kai and Olivia, another unclaimed demigod. The god ordered a half box of pizza (climbing walls was tiring) and a can of Sprite, as usual. Sprite did marvels to his body.
Kai sighed sternly at the choice of an evening drink. "Why are you having caffeine this late? Luke won't want to deal with your energy at night. He might kick you out to get devoured by harpies."
Aster raised his eyebrow, ordering another can of Sprite to give to Kai. "You're just saying that because you don't want to order one yourself. Letting children do the dirty work."
Kai rolled his eyes and returned the can. "Just sacrifice this to the gods. I'm not in the mood."
"Suit yourself," Aster said, shrugging.
Chiron announced the time to sacrifice food to the gods, a practice Aster personally saw as primitive, but he went up to the campfire as did other demigods. He ripped a pizza slice and dropped in the larger portion, thinking of his favorite sibling, Hestia. Other than the Arctic, she was all he had. The one who didn't betray him, who understood him, the one who was family.
Aster tossed the second portion for Hades, hoping for an orderly underworld without his helm. Maybe the helm and the bolt would be found and he could go back to his home in Alaska. Aster did not want to stay somewhere at the mercy of the Olympians.
Aster threw in a whole slice of pizza for himself, because offerings, as primal as they were, powered him better than physical food. The small rush of energy felt like heaven, a grin escaping his lips.
His eyes zeroed in on the first demigod he had met in the camp, Annabeth Chase. She noticed his stare but easily looked away, bantering with her siblings.
It hurt. Aster looked down, ashamed and embarrassed. He had hoped to befriend her, as she was one of few who could match his intellect and curiosity. She had ambition, power, gifts, and so much that resonated with him. But after his welcome, she forgot his existence and discarded him like an unused magazine.
"What's wrong?" asked Olivia, noticing his predicament. "Oh, Annabeth Chase. Get over it, Aster."
"What do you mean?" he retorted defensively.
"Don't beat yourself up because she doesn't notice you. So what if she was the first person you met here? Move on. Camp has so many other people to offer, like me! Annabeth won't care about you unless you make yourself valuable. Or if you have a history with her-"
"Like Luke," Aster finished. Although Luke was his head counselor, they never interacted. Life as a demigod in the eleventh cabin. Their only interaction, not that it was much of one, was him checking Luke's emotional direction to make sure he didn't steal the godly weapons. He was pure.
"I know, it's just that I thought we would interact more since she found me."
"You'd be the first. Children of Athena aren't described as emotional," Olivia finished. She was about his demigod age and his height, with straight black hair and eyes that seemed to change every color of the day. Most likely due to her parentage.
Olivia wasn't actually unclaimed; she knew her godly parent already. Sadly, Iris did not have a cabin in Camp Half-Blood wherein Olivia could stay. And Aster knew this because he used his powers to check allegiances, as he did for almost everyone in the camp.
Everyone either liked the gods or couldn't care less about them. They all enjoyed the camp and its activities. Aster was the one who hated the gods (except Hestia).
"Whoa, who did you give those two pizza slices to? Do you know your godly parent?" asked Kai, seeing half of the god's meal gone.
"I do not know my godly parent, thank you very much." Not exactly false, since Aster's parents were not gods. "Maybe I'm giving the slices to them because I'm secretly dating one."
"Gross, Aster!" Olivia exclaimed, inching away from him. "Stop joking about dating gods."
"Who said it was a joke?" He left the suspicion there, summoning another pizza slice to satisfy the two.
Both Kai and Olivia shook their heads at the supposed craziness. Aster smiled at his newfound demigod acquaintances. Not friends: he would never be friends with mortals.
At night, Aster had just gotten into pajamas (what a mortal thing: pajamas! When did humans need specific clothes for sleeping? You could just don normal, smooth clothes all day. And the concept of changing into clothes! When he was in Alaska, all he had to do was think of clothes on his body and he was dressed. Sometimes a snap was needed for aesthetics. But as a mortal, it took a couple of minutes to get clothes and get dressed. Human inefficiency!)
Ah yes, what happened after he changed into pajamas. Aster heard a mental tap on his mind, coming from a god. And who else would do that except Hestia? He opened his mind to communication and what his sister had to say.
Percy, the demigod Percy is arriving tonight. Guard and protect him from monsters until he reaches camp borders, Hestia mind-whispered.
Took him some time. Does he have any other companions or monsters on his trail?
His assigned satyr will accompany him, as well as his mother. Monsters, I do not know. But you must only protect the demigod.
What, why? I will protect all three. They are innocent of the wrath of the gods.
You cannot interfere more than is needed. Zeus and the Olympians haven't caught on to your existence, but if all three travelers survive without a scratch, they will be suspicious. Zeus will be carefully watching the demigod's entrance into camp and may even send a few mishaps for him. He will know if you try to save all three mortals. You know what will happen if he knows of your existence.
Yes yes, a world war. But I will still protect the satyr. He holds special importance to Luke and Annabeth.
Hestia must have noticed his tone softening when speaking about Annabeth. Percy, don't grow attached to the demigods. You will only be at the camp for a few weeks. You aren't a camper.
I'm not attached to them! (He was.) But anything else to know?
Ah, yes! If he encounters any monsters, which he surely will, you cannot interfere in the fight–
Because of the ancient laws and for no gods to notice me.
A moment of silence followed. I would appreciate not being interrupted, but yes. The demigod must kill any monsters.
Hm. Keep track of the demigod once he enters camp. I will have to return to the cabin.
Of course. Goodbye, Percy.
Goodbye, Hestia. Aster finished, smiling.
He got up from his bunk and tiptoed over to the door of the Hermes cabin. He could spirit away, but no doubt that others would notice the flurry and his disappearance.
Creak! Aster grimaced, lifting his foot slightly from a dislodged floorboard. His senses told him nobody had woken up from their sleep. He breathed a sigh of relief and reached the door. Turning the knob, he stepped one foot out of the cabin.
"Ash, what the Hades are you doing?" asked a voice he recognized as Kai.
Aster lifted his index finger over his lips. "I'm just going out," he whispered.
"I know you like to stray away during the day, but it isn't the same at night. Harpies are out to get you."
"Relax. If the cabin of stealth can't notice me leaving, how could harpies?"
Kai looked at the ground, contemplating. Please say yes, Aster pleaded. If he said no, the god would have to wipe his mind, and he did not want to do that. They were too close.
"Why am I saying yes?" Kai grumbled. "I feel responsible for you, so please don't do anything dangerous. If you get sent to the infirmary or die, I will beat you up. Now leave before I change my mind."
Aster smiled and clasped his hands together in gratitude. "You got it. Bye." He closed the door and left the cabin. To avoid the harpies noticing his presence, he spirited away to the infamous pine tree, leaving a swirl of snow behind.
It was raining outside of the camp, lightning striking every few seconds. One of those lightning strikes must have hit the car in which Percy Jackson and his companions were traveling in, courtesy of Aster's dearest brother. May he reside eternally in Tartarus. The demigod and his mother had gotten out of the car, but the satyr had fallen into a trance. The mortals were going to have to drag him to camp. Monsters were going to catch them.
And the humans were running from one. While Aster's mortal eyes couldn't see it, his godly senses could. It was the Minotaur, the half-bull half-man, cursed son of the great witch Pasiphae. It was made of pure muscle and nothing else, other than a septum piercing and underwear with an imprint of Fruit of the Loom. What was that?
While the god would have appreciated examining the monster a bit more, as it was his first time encountering the Minotaur, the mortals would have to run to camp more quickly. Which meant Aster would give them an energy boost. Why was he doing so much for these mortals?
The Minotaur threw the car backward by at least a half mile, which soon exploded. Oof. He took a deep sniff and trudged up towards where the mortals were. They were still 50 yards away from the border! Someone was going to have to sacrifice themselves, and Aster suspected the mother would do so.
As I suspected. The mortal mother grabbed the satyr and ran to the right, screaming, "Go, Percy! Separate! Remember what I said." She set the satyr on the ground and ran down the hill, where the car was before it pulled a Taco Bell.
The Minotaur only sensed Percy Jackson now. He barreled towards Percy Jackson, but at the last minute, the demigod jumped to the side. It had a problem with directions and speed; a compass would help. Unfortunately, instead of pursuing the demigod, the Minotaur ran down towards the mother. She valiantly screamed for her son to run inside the camp, but some sons of Poseidon were that dumb to not run to safety. Stupid genetics.
The Minotaur picked up the mother around her neck and closed its fists, instantly crushing her windpipe and killing her.
But the mother had not died.
She melted into golden light, like a holographic projection, before flashing away. Like how a god would transport things. Which god would want to save her, the mother of Poseidon's hated child? Was it Hestia? Gods never saved mortals, who were ants to them.
No time to think about who kidnapped the mother. The Minotaur was still looking for a kill, and Percy Jackson was going to prevent it. With another boost of energy from the Aster. The least he could do after the mother vanished.
The Minotaur trudged up the hill, sniffing the rambling satyr. Fucking useless wimp. Percy Jackson took off his rain jacket and yelled, "Hey! Ground beef! Over here!"
The monster swiveled his head and stomped towards the demigod. Good news for the satyr, bad news for the demigod. Percy Jackson baited the half-bull with his red jacket like a bullfighter. Did he know bulls couldn't see red? The Minotaur stormed through where the demigod was, a supposed easy kill.
But the demigod hadn't been gored with two horns. Percy Jackson jumped on the beast's neck, riding him like a rodeo. How the fuck did he do that? The Minotaur kept shaking itself, trying to ram itself into trees to shake the demigod, but the son of Poseidon was strong and resilient. The Minotaur charged at the satyr who shouted something drowned over by the rain. Stupid goat.
Snap! Percy Jackson had actually ripped off one of the Minotaur's horns! And he had leapt from the beast's neck. And if Aster was right, that horn would be used to kill the Minotaur. The half-bull barreled to where the demigod was, and that's when Percy stabbed the beast's side with its own horn.
Aster released a breath he didn't know he was holding in. The Minotaur, may he stay in Tartarus, clawed its chest frantically before disintegrating into golden dust, the way monsters went to hell.
Percy Jackson was safe. The rain stopped.
Said demigod hauled the satyr over to the boundaries of the camp and down the valley towards the Big House, where Chiron and Dionysus were. At some point, Percy and the satyr passed out from exhaustion.
Finally, now Aster could do something. Cloaking himself and the two mortals from the devouring harpies, the god stepped out of the trees and carried the two to the infirmary. Percy Jackson had his father's infuriating green eyes, the sharp jawline, and the stupid nose. But sons are not like their fathers, especially absent ones. Percy would be better.
Aster entered the infirmary and placed the satyr down on one bed and Percy on the neighboring cot. Strangely enough, nobody else was in the infirmary. Did the demigods never get injured? They needed to get out into the real world and fight monsters. Go on some quests and risk death as he had.
Snow falling behind him, Aster spirited away to the door of the Hermes cabin and entered it swiftly and quietly. Once he was at his bunk, he looked up to the sky from the window.
A small smile graced his lips. Nyx, the eternal night, the coldest and the warmest portion of the day. When he was most powerful. The complement to cold and ice. How was Alaska doing in his absence?
With those thoughts heavy in mind, Aster lay down on his bed and dozed off to sleep. It was a long day.
So, here is my fourth chapter of Lord of Alaska! Shorter than usual, but it's still a chapter.
Summary: Aster is getting used to CHB and his limited abilities as a demigod. He only has two or three demigod 'friends' and yearns for Alaska. Hestia warns him that Percy Jackson is arriving, so Aster helps him in fighting against the Minotaur. Sally is still taken, but Percy and Grover are safe at camp.
Why did Aster say that Luke was pure? Because at this stage of the series, Luke still has pure/good intentions since he just wants equal representation and for gods to claim their children (which lots of demigods want). *Spoiler* But Luke is the only one who acted on his thoughts by stealing the Bolt and the Helm.
What is spiriting? Spiriting is moving from any place to another, and gods must transform into their divine form (super deadly to mortals) to do so. But powerful gods can spirit without their divine form, using another material instead of the essence of divinity. Hestia and Hades used fire and shadows to spirit, like how Aster uses snow.
I keep wanting to write curse words, but Rick wrote others like 'go to Tartarus' that I feel compelled to use because it sticks to the original. But at the same time, he added those tidbits so he wouldn't write a mature book. But these are young teens who supposedly don't curse, but everyone curses nowadays. What should I do?
kittenloveschristmas: I disagree with the statement of only Olympians and their subjects having to follow that rule, because when see book 3 of PJO the titan Atlas couldn't directly interfere with the fight until Percy challenged him.
Rick made up that law, it could never be real in Greek lore because then the gods could not have killed that many mortals. And as a fanfic writer, I have the right to re-imagine/overlook some of the details in the books. You'll see what I mean.
I know this is a slow and short chapter, but it's still the exposition. I feel like shorter chapters are easier to read (and faster to upload) so tell me if shorter chapters are better. The next chapter will have some fun stuff…
Have a great day and let's all Mystify!
