I just want to start by saying I love everyone who made it this far in my crappy fanfic or those who have followed me through this mess. You are all amazing. I also realized I never really answered a few questions in the reviews:
"Will this be a Percy X Harem?" No. Absolutely fucking not. Don't get me wrong, I love an excellent harem fanfic, but I think it'll take too much away from this story.
"Will this be a Percy X Nancy fic?" No…? Maybe… I don't know. I don't intend on them getting together since it's more of them being close friends. But we'll see.
"Is this an evil Annabeth X alive Luke fanfic?" In the wise words of Dr. Song: "Spoilers, sweetie."
"Why did Percy not hear Gabe get up if he was making that much noise?" Easy! It's because I'm a fucking dumbass and forgot that one point. Part of me wants to retroactively say that Gabe threw a vase at Percy, but that would've been cheap.
Lastly, "Why does Percy act the way that he does?" He's a kid. He's still learning to be a demi-god and learning the game system on top of that.
Anyways, thank you again for reading my crappy story. I would love feedback to try and make it a better story.
"Mom!" Percy screamed as he bolted upright from his bed, drawing the nearby people's attention. Percy frantically searched his new surroundings, hoping to find Sally, but instead found himself confused, discovering himself in a cabin with infirmary-style beds and teenagers wearing bright orange t-shirts walking around tending to the injured.
"You drool in your sleep." A girl's voice drew his attention from his confused state—turning towards the voice, he found himself staring at a girl with bright blonde hair and stormy gray. "Sorry, sorry." The girl quickly apologized, blushing, "I meant to say you're okay now."
"Where am I?" Percy's tone immediately shifted—no longer frantic—instead filled with anger and grief. The memories of his fight with the Minotaur came flooding back. "You're in the infirmary at Camp Half-Blood." The girl answered, "We found you unconscious outside the barrier and thought to bring you in here."
"Outside the barrier…? Wait!" Percy shot himself from the infirmary bed only to collapse—falling forward—as a shooting pain erupted from his left side. "Woah. Be careful." The girl cautioned in a chiding manner, "You still haven't recovered yet; take it easy, will ya."
"My friend, Nancy. Where is she?" Percy groaned as he clutched his ribs with one hand whilst leaning on the bed for support. "You mean the mortal girl? She couldn't come with us. The last time we saw her was outside—" the girl never finished her sentence as Percy grabbed onto a nearby flower vase and dumped the contents over himself.
[Watery Regeneration]
[Health Healed: 45]
"Hey! What did you do that for?" But the now-drenched Percy had ignored her question—immediately running out of the cabin as he rushed towards the outskirts, "Nancy!" Percy shouted, hoping to find his friend. Reaching a rather large tree, Percy heard his head-mate for the first time, "You're finally awake!"
"Seraphine? What happened? Do you know where Nancy is?"
Percy heard Seraphine mutter something under her breath but couldn't quite decipher what she had said. "Yeah," Seraphine sighed, "Past that large tree, she had set up a small camp just outside the border of Camp Half-Blood." She answered.
"Thank you!" Relief filled his voice.
"Thank who? Whom are you talking to?" A familiar voice rang out; quickly whipping his head around, he noticed the girl in the infirmary had been tailing him. "Thank you." Percy instinctively lied to the girl.
[Deception: 4]
The girl narrowed her eyes at Percy but decided to let it slide. Percy gave a slight curse under his breath at his mistake. "You have to stop talking out loud. That daughter of Athena might've just caught you in a lie." Percy chose to ignore Seraphine and the new girl following him, continuing with his mission of finding his friend.
Following Seraphine's direction, Percy marched past the large tree that marked the edge of Camp Half-Blood, where he encountered a small—green—tent set in place. "Nancy?" Percy questioned aloud. Immediately after, the tent began to rustle slightly as a girl—Nancy Bobofit—appeared a moment later. "Percy!" Nancy screamed happily, "You're okay!"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Percy joked half-heartedly, "We only just fought the Minotaur; that's it." Thunder erupted from above when Percy mentioned the creature's name. "By the Gods, are you stupid? Names have power; don't use those monsters' names so carelessly." The blonde-haired girl practically screamed. "The daughter of Athena is right, Percy. You shouldn't use those monsters' names so liberally like that."
Ignoring Seraphine, Percy sarcastically apologized. "I'm sorry?" not caring for the two's advice. "I never got your name."
"You finally asked." The girl sighed exasperatedly, "My name is Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena." Annabeth answered, pride carrying in her voice.
"Cool, Annabeth Chase, do you mind leaving us alone? I'm trying to have a peaceful conversation with my friend." Percy gestured exaggeratedly towards Nancy. Annabeth could only 'huff' in frustration as she backed away from the two, disappearing back into camp.
The two watched Annabeth disappear before resuming their conversation, "What happened?" Percy questioned, "The last thing I remember was…." Percy trailed along, "my mom was murdered by that creature." Tears threatened to burst from Percy's eyes.
"I'm sorry, Percy." Nancy tried to comfort her friend, "I didn't find her body… maybe she's fine after all."
This time, tears did break through the dam that Percy had tried so hard to build. "It's alright, Nancy." Percy wiped away the tiny rivulets of tears. "I will find who's responsible for her death," Percy vowed.
"And I'm with you," Nancy stated.
"Wait, what? No. I've dragged you into this far enough." Percy stated, concerned for Nancy.
"You haven't dragged me into anything. I decided to go with you into that maze, and I decided to fight Mrs. Dodds. It's my decision, Percy." Nancy argued.
"I…"
"Don't 'I' me, Perseus Jackson. I'm going with you." Nancy firmly stated. Knowing Nancy would not budge from this, Percy sighed. "Fine." He resigned, "But if anything happens to you too, I promise I will head down to hell to strangle you."
"I can live with that." Nancy smiled. "Now, can you invite me into the camp? Those assholes kept telling me that I needed to be invited in, but none of them did."
"Sure, I guess?" Percy was slightly confused, "I invite you into Camp Half-Blood?" It came out to be more like a question than a statement. The two watched a slight glow emanate around Nancy, seemingly hugging her frame. Shrugging at the weirdness, the two decided to test if the invitation had worked as the two headed towards the camp.
Nancy quickly slipped through the protective barrier that once kept her out, entering Camp Half-Blood. As the two walked through the camp, they noticed a majority of the residents of Camp Half-Blood staring at them whilst whispering amongst themselves. "You seem to be taking all of this well enough." Seraphine commented, "I mean, the old you would be screaming at them to stop staring or challenge them to a fight, but you seem pretty calm."
"It's because I don't care for them. Now, will you keep overanalyzing everything, or will you help me find some equipment to help us."
Seraphine sighed as she felt Percy's depression, "Near the…." "Oh. If it isn't Perry Johnson." Seraphine was interrupted gruff voice. Nancy and Percy turned towards the voice, seeing their teacher sitting next to a chubby—middle-aged man with a bright blush resting on his cheeks. Percy didn't bother to correct the overweight man.
"Ah, Dionysus, you have not changed." Seraphine sighed. "You two know each other?" Percy questioned mentally. "Of course; the bastard still owes me money. But I doubt he remembers me."
"Got nothing to say, Perry?" Dionysus questioned, his tone condescending. "I have nothing to say to a drunk like you, Dionysus." Percy blatantly stated as he dragged Nancy along with him, continuing on his goal to find gear and equipment.
Ignoring the killing intent directed his way from Dionysus. "What did you say, child? You will learn respect, boy." Dionysus growled, getting up from his seat. "Lest you wish to be—"
"What?" Percy challenged back, "Or you'll smite me? You know fully that you can't until your father's Master Bolt is retrieved. And since I'm the suspect, do you think your father will favor you smiting someone who might have the stupid bolt?" Percy didn't bother turning around.
"You insolent child," Dionysus growled as he snapped his fingers. Dark cloud begins to loom overhead as thunder boomed in the distance. Campers began coalescing nearby, watching the drama unfold. They watched as a flash of light flared through the endless skies, only for a lightning bolt to strike the ground next to Percy. Dionysus had hoped to scare the boy into submission but was surprised himself when Percy stood motionless. Unlike Percy, however, Nancy was quivering. Scared.
"Like I had said. You don't dare to defy your father." Percy calmly stated, continuing on his way. Trying to alleviate the situation, Nancy slightly waved to Mr. Brunner, "It was nice seeing you again, Mr. Brunner."
"And you, my dear." Mr. Brunner replied, though thoroughly confused about why Nancy was at Camp Half-Blood. However, Mr. Brunner, Chiron, could not ponder the situation any further as he heard Dionysus grumble about insolent children and how he had wished to 'smite all of them down into Hades if he could.'
Catching up to Percy, Nancy grabbed his hand before yanking it, forcing him to turn towards her. "Percy, what was that about? You're usually more…."
"Nancy." Percy warned, his blood still boiling from his interaction with Dionysus, "Please."
"Look, Percy, I know you're having a shitty time, but I need you to calm down. A God almost killed you." Nancy firmly held onto Percy's hand, not allowing him to leave. "I… You're right. I'm sorry that I was disrespectful to a God. But you and I both know how douchey he was."
"That might be, but you're not strong enough to fight a God yet. So please, for me, please bite your tongue."
"Fine." Percy agreed. Nancy let go of Percy's hand, allowing it to return to his side. As the duo continued their walk, with Seraphine giving directions, they stood in front of an arena. Peering in, the two watched campers of various ages sparing with one another. As the sound of metal clashing against metal rang through the air, the smell of iron was palpable.
Noticing the two, a teenager no older than eighteen or nineteen greeted the pair, "Oh! New faces. Are you here on a tour of Camp Half-Blood?" He was a tall, lanky man with sandy gold hair and piercing blue eyes.
"No." Percy answered swiftly and honestly, "We're just here to look for some gear."
"Gear?" The teenager asked, "Didn't you wake up from your mini-coma?" Percy couldn't help but slightly narrow his eyes at this man; something about his aura felt off. "Please," Percy refrained from making a scene, "we're just looking for some gear to train with."
[Deception: 7]
"Fucking hell," Seraphine cursed, "We seriously need to work on your deception skills."
"Sure." The man answered, flashing a brilliant smile at the two. "If you want, I can also teach you two how to sword-fight." The man offered. "By the way, my name is Luke. Luke Castellan." Luke introduced himself to Percy and Nancy.
"I'm Percy, and this is Nancy." Percy introduced himself before gesturing toward Nancy. "A pleasure to meet both of you." Keeping his charismatic smile, Luke led the two into the arena and the armory. "Have your pick." Luke gestured toward the assortment of weapons, shields, arrows, and bows.
The two quickly inspected their weapons; Percy found a beautiful, balanced short sword with a bronze blade. Nancy had examined many of the bows, finding one to fit rather snuggly in her hands. The bow was carved from the finest oak tree, with a silky soft drawstring.
"If you don't mind me asking," Luke turned towards Percy, "would you care for a spar? I'm an instructor here, and having a small spar would allow me to gauge your proficiency with sword-fighting." Luke explained. Though like before, Percy couldn't help but notice a strange aura around Luke.
[Insight: 19]
Unable to ease his suspicions, Percy subconsciously took a defensive stance, "Sure." Percy once again answered swiftly and calmly. "Fantastic!" Luke exclaimed as he jumped backward a few feet, allowing some distance between himself and Percy, "Alright, come at me with everything you got!"
Percy didn't need another invitation; quickly darting forward, Percy formed a subtle layer of [Ice Armor] around himself. Luke was slightly caught off-guard at how fast Percy was, immediately placed onto the defensive as a flurry of slashes came his way. Each having more power behind it than the previous one. Growling to himself, Luke waited patiently until he found the right moment between Percy's slashes before shifting his stance; pivoting onto his left leg, Luke quickly spun around, landing a brutal roundhouse kick towards Percy's side.
Percy was sent flying a few feet backward as pain erupted from where he was kicked. However, Percy allowed a small smile to grace his lips as he had caught Luke in a trap. Clenching his left fist, [Ice Explosion].
Ice exploded from Luke's right leg, sending him crashing onto the floor. Capitalizing on the moment, Percy sprung towards the downed Luke. Percy stood triumphantly over Luke, holding his sword towards Luke's neck. "Yield," Percy commanded.
Luke could only stare in amazement as he smiled at Percy. "I yield," Luke stated. Helping his opponent towards his feet, Luke gave Percy a standing ovation, "That was very interesting." Luke laughed.
As the campers congregated around Percy and Luke, Percy realized he might've drawn too much attention toward himself. "If you excuse me, Nancy and I were still looking over the camp. Thank you, Luke. I appreciated the spar." Percy quickly made his way out of the arena, with Nancy following suit. "That was amazing!" Nancy whispered, "You were like 'swoosh, shang, clang! And he was like, 'ahh; I can't keep up.'" Nancy theatrically mimed as she collapsed onto the ground, laughing.
"Nancy, please." Percy started, "I don't think that spar was the greatest idea." Percy muttered, "Something about Luke felt off, but I couldn't quite place my finger on it."
"Ah, you're just overreacting," Nancy tried to soothe, "so where to next?" Changing the subject, Nancy had found herself falling in love with this camp. "I don't know. We can explore more of this place, but I'm ready to leave."
"And go where?" Nancy questioned, "We don't know where to go next; this camp is your best bet for now."
"You could always explore the dungeon here. There's like four of them scattered throughout the camp." Seraphine chimed in. Percy immediately stopped, directing his attention towards Seraphine. "There are dungeons here?" Percy asked, his interest piqued. "Yeah, dummy. There's one right behind the arena."
Percy immediately sprinted towards the location Seraphine had informed him of, "Hey!" Nancy screamed as she composed herself, darting after Percy. As the two ran the perimeter of the arena, they came across a strange rock sitting beneath a few trees. Trusting his instincts, Percy walked towards the rock and immediately appeared the familiar blue text box before him and Nancy.
[Danger: Dungeon intended for level 3 and above. Do you wish to proceed?]
Percy, without hesitation, immediately tapped on the 'yes' option. The ground in front of the pair began to shake, as it seemingly parted ways, revealing a staircase that led into the earth.
Percy's Stats
Level 2
[Strength—16 (+3)]
[Dexterity—16 (+3)]
[Constitution—16 (+3)]
[Intelligence—12 (+1)]
[Wisdom—12 (+1)]
[Charisma—12 (+1)]
[Points Available: 0]
Percy's Skills
Transcended Ability: Fortunate Queen of Knowledge, Seraphine
Transcended Ability: Gluttonous Lordess, Adephagia
Uncommon Ability: World-Shaper, Sythaeryn
Uncommon Subskill: Wrath of Sythaeryn
Common Subskill: Aqua Blade
Common Subskill: Ice Armor
Common Subskill: Water Shield
Common Subskill: Earthen Grasp
Common Subskill: Earthen Javelin
Common Subskill: Eternal Chasm
Common Subskill: Mist Ward
Percy's Equipment:
Larsa's Dagger:
A dark red dagger with a blackened hilt. This beautifully crafted blade is also coated in a strange and caustic solution. The dagger does 1d4 piercing damage and an additional 3d8 poison damage on a hit.
Ring of the Gnoll Lord:
A rustic green band with a silver lining. The ring grants the wearer a +1 to their Constitution score when worn.
Sword of the Oathbreaker:
A bastard sword tapered to thrust as well as slash. Three fullers were incised into the blade to reduce its weight. The sword radiates an aura of dread and fury.
The sword does 2d8 piercing or slashing damage and an additional 1d6 cold damage on a hit.
Nancy's Stats
[Strength—8 (-1)]
[Dexterity—18 (+4)]
[Constitution—12 (+1)]
[Intelligence—13 (+1)]
[Wisdom—10 (+0)]
[Charisma—10 (+0)]
[Points Available: 0]
Nancy's Skills
Common Ability: Soul Bound Bow