Chapter 3

As Princess Anna left, Percy seemed to remember that he was impaled on the icicle Elsa had created. As he began to sway on his feet he muttered a curse and started to fall, but strong arms caught him and a woman's voice spoke, "Woah there Percy, let's get you patched up."

"Kate," Percy replied with a small smile, before wincing as pressure was applied to his wound. Percy felt Kate shift his weight so that she held up one side, and at the same time someone else held up his other. Who-Percy couldn't tell. Percy tried to speak again, but Katelyn shushed him.

"Milord, we need to get him to the royal doctor. He's experiencing a large amount of blood loss and he's about to lose consciousness completely." No sooner did those words leave Katelyn's mouth than did Percy pass out. Of course, for him, it meant Morpheus was having a great time in messing with his dreams.

Flashes, sounds of a soft voice singing in the mountain air. Percy couldn't tell where he was. He looked around, and noticed the whole Fjord that Arendelle was located on frozen solid. He looked other directions to see nothing but raging winter storms. The dream shifted, and he saw Elsa using her magic and summoning a whole castle of ice. She then morphed her dress to one made of ice, and let her hair down before waving her hand and the dream shifted again.

Next, the visions became less clear. Flashes of red hair, Princess Anna, and a blonde haired man who Percy didn't recognize. He saw a reindeer, a talking snowman, and wolves. Things blurred again, and he saw Prince Hans calling out for volunteers to chase after the Princess and the Queen.

His vision blurred again, and he saw Hans and a small group of men fighting a giant snow monster, and then he saw Anna and the mystery man talking to strange looking rock people. He saw Hans with a raised sword over Elsa amidst a frozen snowfall, and then he saw Hans bring down the sword and-

Percy awoke with a gasp, sitting up quickly before suppressing a groan as he aggravated his shoulder. He fell backwards into a soft bed. Taking a quick look around the room, he found he was in some sort of living quarters. Sitting up again, this time more slowly, he squinted as he looked through an open window, noticing the pure, blinding whiteness outside.

Looking down at himself, Percy noticed he was shirtless with a bandage around his shoulder. His medallion was still around his neck, and his ring was still on his finger. He wore the same pants as last night, signifying that the person only undressed his upper half in respect for his modesty. Taking another look around the room, Percy spotted a thick, white wool shirt, as well as a heavy grey overcoat and grey cloak.

Percy put on the shirt, and left the room, completely ignoring the coat and cloak. Outside his room, he was met with a corridor and followed it to the grand entrance to the castle. Running out of the castle he noticed Katelyn approaching the castle. She looked at him for a second, than ran at him. Percy braced expecting some type of embrace, but was instead scolded like a child, "What do you think you're doing out of bed? Go back inside right now!" Percy tried to wave her off, saying he was okay, but she just kept on going on. "You need to be resting and recovering from that wound! You almost died back there! If you don't go to bed I'm going to kick your-"

Kate was interrupted by a commotion in commons. Shouts and yells were heard and Percy took off, with Katelyn trailing behind slightly yelling for him to stop. When he arrived finished crossing the bridge from the castle into the city, he was greeted by Hans calling out for volunteers, just like his dream. Percy heard the Duke say he would send two men to help. Pushing through the crowds, Percy spoke out, "I'll go as well."

Hans eyes snapped in his direction, before a confused look from him that was followed by a question, "How fairs your shoulder? And injury like the one you received should have incapacitated you for a while, and even then left you bedridden for weeks."

Before Percy could answer, Katelyn appeared and answered for him, "No Milord, his shoulder is not well. He just walked out of the castle not more than a half hour ago." Hans looked surprised at this fact, but quickly recovered.

Percy, slightly annoyed by the comment, spoke again, "I've suffered worse injuries in worse circumstances." Monsters tended to maim him much worse. "And I've had to undergo far worse than winter magic in even worse wear than I am now." Percy looked around again, and spotted one of the men from the Oceanus' Bane. "You there!" The man looked at Percy and quickly moved towards him. "Fetch my horse and my travelling gear from my ship! I'll need it ready in a few minutes so be quick about yourself." The man went off towards the docks.

When he turned around he was face to face with an extremely mad guard. Her helmet was off now, which Percy had just realized he had never seen her face uncovered. She had straight, dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Her slim eyebrows twitched with rage as she stared down Percy, unfortunately for her, Athena had her way beat in death glares. "What in the world do you think you are doing? Are you trying to get yourself killed? Going off like this is suicide!" Kate shouted at Percy.

"I'm sorry Kate, but this needs to be done," Percy told her, his voice gentle. When he turned around again, he saw the man he sent off return with his horse and travelling gear. His equipment consisted of a black leather cuirass as well as thick black gloves. His leather breaches were stitched with a deep sea green thread. Also, his boots were thick hide boots. His belt and cloak were both a deep sea green. The horse was a black destier, bread for war, the horse was used to travelling at high speeds with a heavy load or passing through treacherous terrain. Her name was Sakasa.

Milord, the destier greeted. Percy sent her a small nod of acknowledgement.

Percy took his equipment and quickly put on the gear. He quickly pulled himself onto Sakasa and gave Katelyn an apologetic look. He turned to Prince Hans and said, "I'm ready when you are."

Hans gave him an apprehensive look, before asking, "Where's your weapon?"

Percy moved part of the saddlebag over, revealing the sheath of a simple bronze sword, or at least the hilt. The sheath was truly empty because Percy's actual sword was augmented to be able to combat mortals and monsters. The prop was useful though, when a show was needed.

Hans quickly nodded and ushered his horse towards the North Mountain, followed by a few civilians, two of the duke's men, and Percy.

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Percy and the rest of the group had just arrived at the base of the North Mountain. It had taken them a few days to reach this point, and Percy was extremely irritable. Not so much by the weather or circumstances, but by how much Prince Hans bothered him. Percy remembers the prince's horse tell him that he was up to something, but that he didn't know what.

Sakasa was doing well, for her thick build and warm fur being a benefit to the destier's health. Percy looked over to the rest of the group gave a small grin, before saying, "Who wants to go first?"

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Naturally, Percy ended up leading the group up the mountain. The others followed closely behind him, clearly intimated by the ice spikes scattered around on the rock faces. Percy soon found himself at the face of a steep ledge, with the only option available looking like climbing. Not a fan of the vertical incline, Percy quickly discovered that his dream had been correct again.

In front of him stood a ginormous castle, made completely out of ice. Percy approached the staircase, but before he could even set foot on the first step, a giant creature, made completely out of snow and ice rose from the ground.

Percy quickly drew his sword and pointed it at the evil snow man, taunting, "Bring it on Marshmallow!"