Title: [Prime Genesis ]-Ω-[Fallen Soldier ]
Fanfiction Type: My own twist on a sort of Chaos/Order Percy Jackson Fanfiction.
Beta: None
Expected Update Rate: Once a month on average. There will be times in which I update faster or slower, so average varies.
Words per Chapter Goal: 1,500-4000, maybe more.
Pairings: No Percabeth, Thalico, or things of the sort. Don't like it, don't read it. I'll most likely add a slight pairing later on.
Plot Plans: It's a surprise. All I will say is that it may be a bit surprising, and that there will likely be one or more stories that continue from where this will stop. I'll probably add a companion story or two containing my version of the universe's history. There will definitely be a companion story about the Four; some of my OCs. It will contain various short stories and legends, and also include their history.
Chapter Notes:
Sorry for any spelling and/or grammar issues. I haven't been double checking this, and my keyboard likes to be a rebel and never work right. If there are no problems, great, but should they pop up, please politely inform me of it and I'll fix it if really I need to.
Please note...
The Legend of the Imantrian Snake will be posted in a different story:
[ Prime Genesis ]-Ω-[Fireflies ]
Dont bother looking for it right now, as I won't be posting it until after book two at the earliest; book four at the latest, also known as the wanted end to this series.
Also, I feel I might as well tell you that I've gotten the titles for the next books already picked out. Thanks for your input on this one. I had this title in mind, but I wasn't sure if it'd be good enough. Apparently, you'd approved.
One more thing, I will post the above and below on every chapter. Live with it, it's not up for debate.
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Story Favorites: 1
Story Followers: 5
Chapter Status
Page Count: 11
Word Count: 4095
Character Count-Spaces Included: 22630
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Thanks to everyone who's read the last chapter. Hopefully you'll keep sticking with this story! I know it's a long wait, but I have more to do than constantly write. :P
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[Chapter 1]
" 'I once was confronted by a great snake. It'd spoke of houses made of glass, large flying machines, even water being summoned by a touch.'
'What did you do?'
'I'd led it to a small village of people, so that one day, maybe they could make it's ideas come true.' "
-Imagines Books[Imantrian Snake Legend]
I Do not own anything from the PJO books, nor the books themselves Those rights go to Rick Riordan, the genius himself.
[Twenty Days Later]
His quest was a success; it was easy enough to scout through the forests of Maine. Easier still to find an appropriate place for another camp; Camp Half-Blood was slowly getting too crowded. They'd needed another camp if they'd wanted to stay organized.
But of course, it was then decided that they would just expand the camp. All that work for nothing.
Eh, whatever helped, right?
He couldn't get his mind off of the temple, though. If what Seeker had said was correct, then tomorrow he would die.
Not exactly the best thing to think about when you're surrounded by ADHD kids with sharp objects. Distraction wasn't necessarily the best thing.
And the campers; it worried them when he'd drift through the crowd, like a lost soul. Often, he would find himself alone at the lake, or in his cabin, staring at the ceiling at night while peace resiliently eluded him. Should he close his eyes, he would be back in Tartarus, reliving memories better left forgotten. He knew Annabeth had the same problem; however, there was nothing they could do to stop it but pray to Hypnos for but a second of sleep.
More often than not, they weren't answered.
Chiron had permitted them them to stay in Percy's cabin at night, despite the no-two-campers-alone rule. He'd understood that they were just friends, and that they would most likely stay that way.
Plus, it seemed that they'd helped each other stay sane, sometimes even smile or laugh with the other campers at the campfire. No one else would know what it was like to live through Tartarus.
No one ever should.
And then, Annabeth stopped coming. She'd found herself a son of Apollo; a charming fellow, shy, but with a good heart. He helped her through her fears, her nightmares until all that was left was the scars on her skin and that dark cloud warped deep into the back of her mind, seldom to be thought of again.
That would never happen to Percy.
He'd made sure to carefully, but gently turn down those who tried; perhaps if his time weren't so limited, he would've accepted. Maybe he would've tried for his dreams of a family, but not now. Not until he lived past his twenty-first day from the temple. Not until he knew that his fate wasn't true; wasn't set in stone as he was told it was.
So that night, ready to face what tomorrow had to offer, Percy Jackson slept.
And with his sleep came a dream.
Fog. That's all that he could see. the ground seemed to be made of ice, though it wasn't slick, nor was it cold. It's colors seemed to warp from a light blue, to a deep forest green, and then to a dark orange. There didn't seem to be any walls that he could see; everything was slightly blurred and out of focus.
Then four figures seemed to form from the fog; first feet were created, then legs, up to the heads. Two women, two men. He was quickly able to identify Seeker as they continued to step forward. To her left were the two men, one with pale skin, silver hair, and amber eyes, the other with dark skin, brown hair, and silver eyes. To her right was a woman with tan skin, blonde hair, and bright green eyes.
They all seemed to shimmer, as if the fog was trying to break back out of them, however he knew better. They were once again appearing in the form of holograms.
"Percy. How are you?"
"Coping." She nodded, as if she'd expected that answer. Knowing her, she probably did.
"These are the other three. The one with brown hair is Infinity, Master of All, creator of us. Silver hair is Imagine, Master of Creation and deity of bad luck. To my right is Curious, Master of Ideas. As a group, we are known simply as the Four." They'd nodded their greeting as they were introduced, and we're now waiting patiently to speak.
Infinity stepped forward as Seeker moved back. He took a breath before speaking.
"Your time is nearly up, child. You may spend your afterlife however you want, but always know that you may join the land of the living once again with a simple clench of your fist. Use the pearl, and you may live a new life."
His silver eyes dimmed slightly, and he continued.
"As Seeker had explained, you would be our apprentice, should you accept. We can do only do so much, and with the delicate balance of the universe, we are ever more limited. The ancient laws affect everyone, no matter how powerful. Well, nearly everyone. You are the only one who can bypass them. It was said long ago, far too long ago, that the one chosen by us, the Four, would be powerful on extraordinary means."
He hesitated, glancing back at Seeker before stepping back. Curious rolled her eyes.
"What he meant was that there was a prophecy. You are once again the one of the prophecy, and, should you fulfill it, you would have the power to change everything; past, present, and future. No pressure of course."
Sure. Right, no pressure.
Imagine, formerly silent, spoke up then.
"It's not necessarily a bad thing. Just think about it; you would have the power to end world hunger, cure cancer, perhaps even alter the ancient laws- you know, let the gods visit their kids every now and then."
With a sharp glance from Seeker, he quietly stepped back, his previous enthusiastic persona gone.
"You must know, however, that you would be granted eternal life. You will eventually die, of course, as everyone will, but it will only happen by abnormal means, such as fading or being poisoned. You'd be as mortal as you've always been, just stacked with power and ever unaging."
This was spoken quietly by Infinity, ever glowing eyes holding a maelstrom of emotions. They suddenly brightened, turning a near blinding white before returning to a silver color. His eyes narrowed as he looked beyond Percy. A sharp gasp followed by quick footsteps followed, and soon a cold hand gently took his shoulder and turned him around.
Nico Di Angelo stood, eyes wide with curiosity and shock.
It was easy to understand why the last child of Hades was shaken. Moments ago, he was retrieved from his cabin, his home, to be told that one of his last friends were in trouble. Percy had helped him through thick and thin, and he was going to repay the continuous favor.
He could tell that something was wrong as soon as he was within ten feet of him. The normal rising and falling hum of a demigods soul was strangely absent, instead a dull, monotonous noise that, had he not been specifically looking for, would've been completely unnoticed in the back of his mind, where he was forced to store all of the excess noise of hundreds of demigods or be consumed by it. It was the reason why most children of Hades go crazy, after all. The shock of hundreds, sometimes thousands of souls screaming at the one soul of death.
Confusion came, followed by determination. If there was one thing he was a professional at, it would be soul magic. Because of the lack of children of Deaths master, their skills were mostly unknown. It was only known that they raise the dead and command them, along with traveling thought shadows.
Soul magic, however, was quite unknown.
You see, everything has a soul; some souls are just more dormant than others, such as the soul of stone. It is a part of Gaea, and, therefore, a technical living thing. It's soul would just be a largely dull presence in the universe as a consequence of its masters sleep.
They were ultimately the energy that keeps everything living; time itself, if you would. However, souls could travel, as shown by demigod dreams and the oracle, lowering its activity. However, very rarely it is possible for a group of souls to travel with each other; usually that would happen only through a dream of extreme importance, and usually is a warning of bad fortune.
Nico would, quite simply, just have to either wake Percy or wait for him to do so himself.
The latter was deemed better, and so, he'd waited. Or at least tried to, seeing that as soon as he'd placed his hand on Percy's chest to better feel his actual life, as it was possible to die from a dream, an earth shattering cold had covered him, swiftly consuming him.
He was out before he'd even hit the ground.
"Nico? Why are you here, or better yet, how did you get here?" Percy was quite curious by nature, but said nature multiplied by that occasion; Nicowasn't supposed to be there.
This was wrong, extremely wrong. The son of Death's owner, come to join in a most secret of conversations?
He shouldn't have expected less.
"That is a very good question. I have absolutely no clue." Of course not. "I was checking your lifeforce. You've got the entire camp going nuts because Annabeth couldn't wake you up. They never think about demigod dreams, you know. You can't always interrupt those." The shock of joining a dream over, the Four then drew Nico's gaze, his irritated explanation over.
"I don't suppose one of them could send me back?" It was easy enough, after all, they all radiated untamed, purepower.
With a sharp nod from Infinity, the boy vanished, back to the land of the aware, where a crowd of demigods and one slightly panicking centaur surrounded their bodies.
"I suppose we shouldn't keep you here any longer, then. May Seekers luck be with you, and your blade be eversharp to your rising threat." Imagine's formerly quiet voice ghosted over him, chilling him to the bone. As he turned to look at them, the floor began to crack. The last thing he saw was four flickering figures shatter, as if torn by the very air around them. Then darkness with shards of light reflecting off the floors broken ice, ever fading to black.
Percy woke with a gasp. The feeling of falling, the sight of puredarkness brought back memories better left alone. In his panicked haze, he didn't notice the other campers around him, nor that the closest ones to him had jerked away at his sudden movement.
He could distantly feel small arms wrap around his shoulders. He could hear a soft voice speaking incomprehensible words of reassurance, and slowly the darkness around him faded, leaving him shaken and pale.
He looked up to meet the flaming eyes of the goddess Hestia. As the Deity of the Hearth, she was allowed to interact demigods, despite the Ancient Rules, as her powers included comfort, which everyone needed every now and then. Well, that and the fact that someone had to keep the sacrificial flame in the Pavillion burning, and not everyone could create an enchanted fire. It basically meant that demigod interaction was a must, although many times she'd went unnoticed.
He gave her a soft smile of gratitude, and she gave a nod in return, before vanishing and reappearing in the Dining Pavillion, next to the sacred flames which pulsed in her presence.
He'd then noticed the half circle of demigods, and his faithful teacher standing next to his bed. He took in their tense posture, the uncertain light in their eyes.
"I'm fine," he reassured them, albeit slightly forcefully. "Just a dream. Trust me." He softened his voice, seeing the apprehension in them.
Hesitantly, they left. One by one at first, then in groups, leaving only his tightest group of friends; Annabeth, Nico, Grover, who'd stayed at camp to be with Juniper after being promoted, and Chiron, who was both a friend and teacher. Their nervous posture let him know that that they hadn't believed him, yet didn't want to pressure him about it. They knew the effects of Tartarus still stood, and didn't want to send him reeling again through his memories.
He gave them a soft smile and shifted to sit at the side of the bed, facing them. He met their searching eyes, and tried to reassure them.
"I'm fine, really. I just felt like I was falling for a few seconds is all. It happens sometimes."
He looked away in time to miss the sadness in Chiron's eyes, the concern in his friends, the plain guilt in Annabeth's shining eyes. He didn't want to see it, to know of their pity. He didn't deserve it; he'd fought Kronos for Zeus' sake. He should've been able to keep his own emotions in check, to master this new fear.
He was simply too weak. Not physically, no. In fact he was in the best shape of his life. No, it was his mental shape, his sanity, where his weakness was strongest, had taken hold and planted itself for eternity. He was powerless to stop it, to move on as Annabeth had.
The Fata hadn't allowed it, despite his pleas. None were answered. If anything, the only thing that had changed were the amount of monster attacks, which were increased drastically, but only to him. It had gotten to the point where he wasn't allowed to leave Camp.
He was distracted from his thoughts by the sound of footsteps, and looked up to find Nico's eyes inches from his own. Understanding shone within him, and, before Percy could protest, wrapped him in a firm hug. After a few seconds, Percy hugged back, letting out a deep breath as he did, and, for the first time in days, allowed himself to relax.
Nico was his friend. Given the option, he would've died to keep him alive. It wasn't his loyalty taking over, but his true, unbiased choice. Nico had forgiven him for the unforgivable, for the death of his sister, whom he would never see again until he, too, was claimed by Thanatos. He'd ignored his own flaw, his grudge toward Percy, which in itself was an accomplishment.
He could never repay him for that.
They'd become best friends after his fall into Tartarus. Suddenly, instead of scanning the area around him for enemies 24-7, he was walking carelessly through camp, talking to Nico. If anyone'd had a problem with it , they hadn't said so to his face, although once when he'd overheard one of the campers whispering abuse about Nico, he'd sent them to the infirmary with slight hypothermia from the lakes cool winter water and some cuts and bruises he'd 'accidentally' made when he hadn't removed any rocks or sand from said suddenly moved water.
He'd never heard another word on the topic.
Percy pulled in a ragged breath before releasing his friend, feeling slightly better, and standing. Without looking at the others, he then took a change of clothes- a camp shirt and jeans- and went to the cabins restroom to change. Minutes later he came out with a sigh. He could feel Riptides reassuring weight in his pocket, and wore his shield in bracelet form, courtesy of Tyson. Everyone had left already, now doing their daily lessons.
Percy left his cabin and, ignoring the stares he was getting, went directly to the Dining Pavillion. A nymph gave him a plate without question, and set a goblet beside it, which instantly filled with his favored drink of blue coke. On the plate was the normal serving of bacon, eggs, and hash browns. He gave a sacrifice to Poseidon and Hestia, which made the fire flash a warm sea green and gentle red, then sat and ate.
The same nymph cleared the dishes once he was done. She was relatively young in appearance and had dark brown hair and bright pink eyes. Her dress was an old style Greek version, and was decorated by soft pink flowers. He guessed that she was the nymph from an Apricot tree somewhere in camp, most likely near the Big House or the Demeter cabin.
He left the Pavillion, his thoughts absent as his body automatically took him to the arena to help teach swordsmanship. He was the best in camp, and it had always been his strength, compared to archery anyway. The sound of swords impacting against one another brought him to the present, and a quick scan of the area allowed him to notice Clarisse watching a small group of demigods dueling each other in the center, while another group observed their techniques and moves. A weapons stand stood at one of the sides of the arena floor, while bleachers circles the middle, allowing for a comfortable viewing angle.
As soon as she saw him enter, Clarisse called for a switch, allowing for the tired fighters to trade places with the other group of campers. They were all around 14, and we're relatively new to swordplay. He realized that this was one of the easier groups to teach, and mentally thanked Clarisse for her subtle help.
"Looks like Prissy finally decided to join us. You're gonna learn from him this time." She'd stated, before joining the others on the stands.
With a small smile, he walked forward, observing his students. There were five guys and four girls. The all of the guys used swords, and two of the girls did as well. The other two used a dagger and a shortsword. Their grips were strong, and they seemed to hold the weapons easily, showing that the balanced were well suited for their wielders. He recognized some of them from his classes over the years, though some were fairly new.
"Hey, I'm Percy for those of you who don't know. I'm a senior camper and currently the only child of Poseidon. How many of you have used a weapon before, or, more specifically, the type of weapon that you're holding?" He'd decided that introducing himself would be the best way to start, although, after seeing a few awed looks, silently sighed. Maybe that wasn't the best idea.
The campers that he'd had before raised their hands, while only two of the newbies did.
He'd nodded his head thoughtfully, then spoke again. "Everyone partner up, choose whoever you want." After everyone was partnered up, he said with a twinkle of amusement in his voice, "Now partner on the left, move two people over. That's your new partner. You can't have someone who may go easy on you or do badly to make the other look better. Try making some friends." He had added the last parts at the irritated looks he'd received, then turned to the one without a partner.
"You'll be my partner. No one gets left out here." The boy looked up, surprised, and joined him. "Now then, shall we move on? I think that first we'll begin with a simple disarming technique..."
The lesson continued much like that for the remainder of the time, with Percy and the kid, who he'd later found out was named Jonas, giving examples. At the end, two new councilors traded Clarisse and him places so that they could go to the next activities. Finally it was lunchtime, allowing for the campers to have a free period to take some time for themselves, not that they didn't anyway. There wasn't really a set schedule; you'd basically choose what you'd want to do for that day and go through the activities, though you'd have to spend some time at each station at least once throughout the day.
The setup worked well for Percy, as the younger campers wouldn't be able to follow him around so long as he'd moved quickly and changed his routine daily. He didn't really enjoy the attention for what he'd done; were it not for his friends, he wouldn't have been able to do anything, and in truth, Luke was the one who'd stopped Kronos in the end. He didn't deserve credit for that, yet it was given.
He'd decided to go to the lake for a while. He'd needed time to think and relax; his nerves had been on edge most of the day, and he knew that he had to be calm and collected until the next day. It wouldn't be good if he were too nervous to concentrate, to focus on the small details.
To survive.
The sand was as soft as ever, almost like velvet. The clear water shone in the midday light. A smooth, soft breeze caressed the landscape, giving it an almost ethereal feeling. He sat, eyes glued to the water, ever enchanting to all children of the sea.
His vision flickered.
Fire crackled, but no, that's not right. Yet it's there, right in front of you...
His breathing became ragged. He blinked forcefully, yet the vision stayed.
A deep breath. Exhale, inhale. Repeat.
Night, stars. But the sun, so large and bright, a flaming beacon of warning.
Heat.
His head fell into his hands. What was happening, why wouldn't it go away...
Smoke, the oxidized product of burning. Wood, a slight scent of wood and metal.
The cabins were burning.
"Percy!"
And suddenly it all went away, leaving him breathless. He glanced behind him to see one of the campers looking at him. He raised an eyebrow in silent question.
"Chiron wants you for some meeting."
He gave her a small smile and a nod before standing up and stretching. He must've looked like he was simply staring into space.
A shuddering breath. Release. He was fine.
He had to be.