Hello! Quick Warning: I have been told that my Ginny-Bashing in HP:WaM has been found annoying and unwanted by some. So, I warn you all, there WILL be SOME Jason-Bashing. However, it is not much, only Percy's views on him.

Also, when I first announced my Michael Vey FanFic, I noticed that I called it "the first good Michael Vey FanFic". I apologize to any and all Michael Vey FanFic writers and any and everyone else who may have been offended by this statement. I have no idea why I thought it appropriate to say this, and deeply apologize for it.

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I give you:

Percy Jackson: Son of Poseidon and Lord of the Force

…Chapter Two…

Thirteen years in the past…

"Father, I can't do this for much longer!" the hooded man said.

"There will be none of that talk!" the man on the other end of the Iris-message said. "You will protect your brother. I gave you your own weapon. And besides, you are a god! My only godly son!"

"Father, You have not seen the power of the Sith! Their Imperial/Republic war brings down planets, and they call them 'minor losses'! Their Emperor is arriving on this planet as we speak. These…Wookies, I think they're called, cannot hold him off for much longer!" just then, a tower very close to the hooded man collapsed. An alien Wookie flew into the sky, only to have an arc of lightning strike him or her from the ground below.

"What was that?" the other man said.

"Just some of the power their Sith Emperor holds. And they say that he grows stronger with his emotions."

"Lord Zeus would be very jealous….So he draws nearer, you say?" the other man said.

"Yes, Republic forces will only hold him off for seconds."

"Then we must end this conversation, now! Take your weapon and protect your brother! I will see you and your brother soon. Goodbye." the Iris-message ended. The hooded man took a sword from his scabbard. At his touch, the blade became a resilient blue, humming with energy. He stood at the large and thick wooden doors, his blade in hand, ready for battle.

Calm down. He can't hurt me. I am immortal. I am invinci—

His very thoughts were interrupted by a wave of energy, sending him into the wall. His vision was blurred and a loud ringing buzzed in his ears. His senses soon returned. He found himself sitting down, his sword loosely held in his hand. His bones felt sore, but being immortal, the pain slowly faded. He stood and held his blade tightly, in a battle stance. He felt a wave of energy, not like the one that pushed him back, but like an aura. Similar to a godly aura, it gave off authority, knowledge, power, and somewhat greed. But unlike a godly aura, it hurt just to be around. As if just being around an enemy was an attack. The thick wooden doors had been blown off. However, they weren't charred, so explosives could not be the cause.

"Show yourself!" the hooded man shouted.

"Very well." A very thick and raspy voice spoke. A shadow quickly washed over an invisible figure, making it visible. The Sith Emperor wasn't much to look at. He stood very short due to his large hunch. He held his arms like a Praying Mantis. He was obviously old, and his skin had more ripples than a desert. He was pale, very pale. A slightly oversized black hood covered all of his body, excluding his hands and part of his face. He lifted his head, and he saw it. The Emperor had dark yellow eyes. They were a badge of corruption, a prize for all of his wrong doing. He broke into a thin and evil smile, and dark blue lightning surged inside of his eyes.

"Where is your master, boy?" the Emperor asked. He smiled, but he spoke it like a threat.

"I have no master."

"Ah, I see. So you are not a Jedi. That barbaric sword should have been enough proof. Not even a Jedi would be that stupid. So, where is your father?"

"How…how do you know of my father?"

"I do not know him, but I sense his power. He is near. A male, but the age isn't exact. His power is tremendous. I must have him, preferably dead if he is Jedi." the Emperor walked closer. "I sense that the Force is weak in you, but strong in your family. And only two Force-sensitive's live, one of the two is very close. If you know what is better for you, surrender yourself and your father to the Empire!"

"…No!...I—I will do no such thing."

The Emperor frowned. "So be it." the Emperor raised his hands. Arcs of dark blue lightning trailed from him to the hooded man. The hooded man kneeled in a struggling pain.

"What is this?! By the power of the Dark Side of the Force, die!" an arc of electricity shot from the Emperor. The light formed a hand, and grabbed the hooded man by the neck. He dangled five feet from the ground.

The Emperor now was agitated. "What are you?"

"I…I am immortal! Born—guh!—millennia ago, and am still—still…very…young compared to my siblings. I—ach!—cannot die!"

The Emperor laughed. "You are no god! You have many weaknesses I can exploit. I see them now…If I bury you in the ruins of…Greece…and tear your organs out…that would do the trick. Or to harm you at birth. None of these things seem doable now…except for one…."

The emperor took out a short and thick curved metal rod containing a grip and many buttons and levers from the inside of his cloak. "I can removed every drop of blood from your body!" the hooded immortal tried to use his power to escape. "Do not waste your time! Under my influence, your 'godly' power is worthless. If I had everlasting life…that's it!" the Emperor smiled again. "All I have to do is find your homeplanet and make myself an immortal with true power! Oh, but I sense you will not help me. Too bad. Now, back to your demise…." the Emperor raised his rod, only to have it slip from his hand. Though it did not slip. Instead, it flew out of his hand, into someone else's.

The boy was three years old. He had dark black hair and deep blue eyes. He held the rod in astonishment. He pressed the largest button, and a yellow beam shot out. Instead of moving away from the point of origin, the laser stayed in place. The boy put his hand to the beam, but a barrier of energy blocked him. The energy was the Force, and he summoned it unknowingly.

"Not a father…but a brother. Even better." the Emperor said.

"Run, run—"

"I have heard enough from you." the Emperor summoned his weapon, taking it away from the boy. He shove the laser into the hooded man's chest. He sliced him in half from the waist down. He tightened the brace around his neck and increased the voltage until his head came off. Astonishingly, the boy was not horrified by this.

"Ah, so you do not have a weak stomach. That is good for a Sith." the Emperor pressed a button, and the red beam receded. He let it float from his hand to the boy's. "Here child. Take this, my lightsaber. Let it be a gift to you. The curve should be an excellent grip for you. I had that lightsaber ever since I was an Acolyte. I have a yellow crystal instead of a red one, because I became one with the Dark Side at a very young age. I see this happening for you as well. Remember, child, never lose your lightsaber." the Emperor walked out of the blown off wooden doors. The boy followed closely, admiring his new weapon.

"You will need it to kill Jedi."