So excited to have finished my first full length story! More than a story being almost 100k words, but nevertheless a milestone in my writing career. Thank you guys! you're the best. Here is the epilogue, wrapping things up and building up for the sequel. Crazy crap is gonna go down in it so stay tuned for part II of this storyline. Gonna be EPIC!.
Now, here is the story. Kept if brief for you, it being an epilogue and all. Please review and share it with your friends! And if you wanna just say hi or talk with me, PM me! I love you all and would love to chat with you!
Now, on with the story!
Last Disclaimer :( : I do not own PJO or HoO, I only own my OCs and plot ideas.
Mount Olympus:
"Percy, where are you dear? You're late for your lesson with Orion," Annabeth's voice cried out, echoing through the halls of Olympus. Just then the roar of Moros, the great Thracian Dragon was heard, and Percy and the dragon flew into the throne room, through a door Percy constructed in the eastern side of it so that Moros could enter. Only the dragon could, however. It was charmed with magic.
Fifty years had passed since the end of the Primordial war, and Percy had ruled Olympus ever since, his beautiful wife Annabeth beside him.
"Sorry, Annabeth. Oceanus said didn't know where Pontus had entered his slumber. I really need to talk to that blasted ocean god .Him of all the Primordials. Damn Titan. Said he didn't know where he was but I could see it in his eyes. My father might know, however," he stated. Percy had searched the earth for missing Primordial gods, interrogating them as to which side they were on, and to make sure if they were siding with anyone, it would be Tartarus and Erebus. In the last fifty years, the only person he had any contact with was Hemera, Aether's sister and wife, who only appeared to tell Percy how awful of a person he was. What a boost to his self-confidence. But, who could blame her. He did kill her husband, a Primordial God.
Percy turned to his wife.
"Where's Orion? You called me here, didn't you?" he asked, almost annoyed that his son wasn't ready to train with him.
Annabeth merely laughed.
"You never did change, Seaweed-Brain," she smirked. Percy still looked confused.
"I'm right here, dad," Orion said. They chose to name him Orion, after a son of Poseidon, because Orion was not only a great hero and warrior, but also very wise, much to Annabeth's approval. He stood about 6 feet tall, and had a strong build. He had gray eyes, like his mother, but was almost an identical clone to Percy in his teenage years. He was only 16 years old, for that matter. Despite the war being over for fifty years, Annabeth and Percy decided to wait on kids. They were both made immortal also, forever trapped in their early twenties youth stage, and decided best to spend some well deserved downtime to themselves.
Percy smiled at his son, uncapping Riptide while his son grabbed a blade from he sheath. It was a normal Celestial Bronze sword, nothing special, as Percy had not found his son worthy enough for a named sword yet.
"When can I use that one?" he asked, pointing at the base of Percy's Primordial Obsidian throne. Built into the base of the throne was Aether's massive two handed broadsword, a trophy from Percy's battle with the Primordial. Percy looked at his son, amazed he even asked that.
"Orion, you must be patient. Not for a while if you swing your sword as sloppy as you do!" Of course Percy was teasing. Orion was like Percy: a superb swordsman. Percy was about to begin the lesson when he stopped suddenly.
"Damn, I am thirsty. Zade! We need nectar in here!" he called out.
"Coming, master," a voice spat out from the shadows, distaste clear in his words.
Zade was an interesting story. At the end of the war, the demigods and campers were given a choice: either they could pledge allegiance to the Primordials, or they could suffer for an eternity in the depths of Tartarus, working the forges and serving as slaves in the darkest depths of the pit. Only a few chose to stay at Camp Half-Blood and train with the Primordials. The majority of the campers were too loyal too each other and the Olympians, and most of them were down in the pit suffering away this very second. Zade had volunteered to go as well, but Percy had spared him, knowing that Tartarus and Erebus would execute him for being a child of Zeus, and maded him his cupbearer and assistant instead, granting him immortality and immunity from suffering for their former friendship. Zade resented this, however, as he felt shameful he was not suffering with his campers and friends. Percy had also spared Thalia from her fate as well, pleading that he needed a maid. Thalia had been more grateful, but still felt shame as her sisters in the Hunt were suffering in the pit as well. He has been bitter since that very day, fifty years in the making.
He walked up to Annabeth, Orion, and Percy, with a tray of ambrosia and nectar.
"Here you are my king," he said, holding back anger. He nodded to Annabeth and then smiled at Orion. Orion and Zade had become friends, Zade and Thalia often telling him stories of his father, Zade only knowing Percy for a brief period of time, but Thalia retold stories from when he was merely a teenager. Orion enjoyed these stories, but didn't realize what was so bad about his father changing sides to the darkness after being betrayed by Zeus. He didn't mind thinking about it either, but he did have good times with Thalia and Zade.
Zade sulked off to his chambers, anger emanating off him. Percy sneered at him, upset that he would not be thankful for his gift of life. He shrugged and turned to Orion.
"You ready to train, son?" he asked. Zade nodded. He was eager to become the best swordsman there ever was, and to earn his blessing from the masters. He was not worthy yet, however, and needed to prove himself before being eligible for blessings. The two of them trained for hours, Annabeth watching warmly, pride in her eyes. Something felt off, however. she could sense a disturbance in the air, almost like something bad was going to happen, very soon. She brushed it aside.
OF course, she was right, prying eyes were watching. Watching and waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Zade's Chambers:
"Fuck the King," he yelled, throwing a dinner knife into a picture of Percy. He had created an arsenal out of a collection of dinner knives, sharpened down to make pointy daggers. He and Thalia were not allowed weapons, so this was all he had, in case he decided to try to inflict as much pain as possible on his cousin. In fact, he got up to do that, but his instinct restrained him. He knew it was a bad idea anyway. He had changed so much over the last 50 years, growing bitter as he served his life away to his cousin.
"Why can't it all just go back to normal!"
"It can. You just haven't started the uprising," a deep voice said. Zade nearly fell off his bed, but when he looked up, he saw a familiar build of a man, covered in stars and constellations.
"Lord Ouranous. What brings you here?" he asked, paying his proper respects. Ouranous didn't say anything, instead brought up another topic.
"You remember when the Nephilim took me away during the great battle fifty years ago? And why we lost immediately after that?" Zade nodded.
"Well, listen to me, child. You are needed by my father. You are the key to everything. We are going to return and reclaim what is ours, for the greater good, but in due time. Come, train with us in my father's army, master your skills, and be able to defeat your cousin Perseus Jackson. Join Chaos, Zade," he almost pleaded. Zade said yes in a second.
"I will. But... Thalia. Can she come?" he asked. Ouranous smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"She already did. Come Zade, our master awaits in Oblivion," Ouranous commanded, the two of them jumping through a spiraling portal, through space and towards Oblivion. When they arrived, Zade gasped. Oblivion was like nothing he had ever seen. A deep voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
"Welcome to Oblivion, Zade," an all black silhoutte of a man said, walking down elaborate steps to him. Zade knew who this was, but had no words for him. The man merely smiled, pearly whites sparkling.
"I am Chaos, and welcome to Oblivion. Zade... your army awaits," he announced, as the three of them walked towards the training grounds. What Zade saw next baffled him even more.
"There's a strom coming, cousin," Zade said, grinning. "Are you ready for it?"
Bum...bum...BUUUUM.
And there it is, The Fall of Percy Jackson has come to a close. I'd like to thank Wacko12 for beta-ing for a good portion of the story and for being supportive throughout it, and everyone who loved it! Show it to your friends, write advice, and ideas!
Now, there will be a sequel, and here is how this process is gonna go.
I want feedback from you guys. Input. Anything.
There will be a contest for best OC who will play a very big role in Chaos' army and the story to come. PM me or comment this OC. Write out details, name, personality, appearance, background, weapons stuff, training, etc. Basicly fill out everything about this character. Picture ideas as well! PM or comment these, or do both. Winner will be announced at the start of the sequel, which won't be out for a while. Gonna prewrite ten chapters or so, and need a lot of time to do this as finals are coming around.
I will also being doing polls for plot ideas and important things in the next story, so follow my profile for updates on those. Be sure to vote as well! There's a poll on what you liked about the story on my page right now as well!
Thank you all for the awesome journey we've all been on. Review this, share it with your friends, follow, favorite, follow me for updates and other things, and stay tuned for Part II: Retaliation! (Not official title. Tell me what you think of it!)
PEace out! Love you guys!
-PD
