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:
Well. This is a shorter chapter than was planned. I'm trying to keep all of my chapters in the 3500-4000+ line, but this one didn't quite make it. This is a huge part in the plot, and things move around in rapid paths, so if you're confused by anything, don't worry. It should get cleared up eventually.
Book Status (Total)
Story Favorites: 3
Story Followers: 10
Chapter Status
Word Count: 2523
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Thanks for sticking with the story to those of you who are, despite the long periods of pause. Though I already have a lot of the plot laid out, this is mainly a free for all writing with slight guidelines set by myself.
I'll be honest; I've been reacquainting myself with the Danny Phantom cartoons, which are awesome by the way. I still can't believe that they'd gotten canceled. :P
Oh well. On with the story!
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Questions/Comments:
[MLM24]~Thanks. Thank you for sticking with the story. It's starting off a bit slow, but it'll get better.
[Chapter 2]
"Once I saw fire from the sunset, and created it as warmth. I saw ice in the great blue sky, and made it cold. Then there was mist; the combined element of them both, and I created the Sight to go with it's counterpart, the Mist"
-Infinity
I Do not own anything from the PJO books, nor the books themselves Those rights go to Rick Riordan, the genius himself.
By the time he'd gotten to the Big House, the rest of the counselors were already there. A few of them spared him a curious glance, but most of them knew not to ask by now; a few poorly arranges excuses, some infrequent, but no less terrifying flashbacks, and anyone would understand when to just stop asking.
He took his seat and looked expectantly at Chiron, who was waiting silently for their attention. The others followed his gaze, and when he was sure that everyone was focused on him, he spoke.
"I'm sure you're all wondering why you were called here today. There was a disturbance in the barrier behind the forest, and it is unknown what had caused it. I do not wish to alert the younger campers to the fact that something powerful may have made it's way into camp, which had happened, by the way, so keep this under wraps. All of you are to check the forest for this monster, but be careful, and travel in pairs."
At this point he'd placed several whistles onto the long table in front of them- they'd gotten a new room specifically for these meetings, and with it came new furniture; no more ping pong table meetings! The whistles were bright white and almost seemed to glow under the fluorescent lights of the room. They were made into simple necklaces by a single string.
"Each of you are to take one of these. If you find the creature responsible, or the place that it's hiding, blow a whistle. The rest of you will be led toward that area. You are to leave now; the sooner this is done, the better. I believe in you all. Just be careful. Choose your partners and proceed." Chiron gave them a small smile and encouraging nod before leaving the room, his hooves making no sound on the carpeted floor.
The demigods seemed to be frozen. They couldn't seem to understand the task that they were given. Percy, however, had understood perfectly. Find the unknown monster, call the others to it, fight it, and defeat it. Simple. That was why he was the first one to take a whistle. Then he'd taken another, backing away just as the rest had swarmed the table. As Nico tried to walk forward and joined the others, he'd grabbed his shoulder, making him pause. Silently he gave Nico the second whistle, which he'd accepted, and they'd went to the front of the room.
Annabeth had paired with Jace Polion; her boyfriend and the Apollo cabin leader. He didn't really mind, though. Nico had been one of his friends for a long time and Percy had trusted him with his life on more than one occasion, and he had no problem with teaming up with the time warped demigod, especially when others hesitated to do so. Eventually everyone had teamed up with someone else. They then turned to look at Percy, as he'd held the unofficial official rank of the camps leader.
"We'll start at the left side of the forest. Each pair will be from twenty to sixty feet from the pair or pairs next to them so that we can be within reach of each other, but still thoroughly search the forest. Don't play hero; use the whistle if you think that you've found the monster, then back off until we're all there. If it finds you, stay alive. Blow the whistle if you can, but the sound of the fight should be enough to alert nearby campers. This is not about pride or honor; this is about protecting our people. If this monster is as powerful as Chiron described it to be, then we have to be careful. Remember, one person wounded takes at least one with him. Use your powers or talents to your advantage if you can; we have no idea what we're up against. Everyone understand?"
They all gave their affirmative, and, with grim looks of determination, followed him out of the Big House and to the forest. What campers that could see the group of demigods starred in curiosity, fascination, and, in the case of the more experienced half-bloods, uncertainty and fear. The only reason that all of the cabin leaders would be gathered and in a single, efficient group traveling with such purpose would be if something serious was about to happen. After all, it had happened before. The leaders would group up, vanish, and later reappear with various wounds from an unknown source. When they were asked about it, they would skirt around the subject, giving only minor details ranging from 'a few monsters' to 'just some councilor business'. Those half-bloods who'd recognized that had then gone to report to the Apollo cabin; they would surely be needed in the near future.
Percy and Nico were situated near the middle of the forest line so that, should they be needed, they could get to either side equally as quickly. There was a pause as the last pair of demigods took up their place at the far end of the sea of trees, then the converted battalion launched into the darkness of the home of their allowed monsters, going until the thick leaves and branches of the trees blocked the sky from view, only occasionally letting light through their thick canopies. There was a slight chill in the air, and the shadows seemed to follow them. However, they weren't senior campers for anything; They knew how to defend themselves, and the fact that they were children of two of the big three was just an added bonus.
Despite the strong front that he'd put up for the other campers, inside he was uncertain. Was it safe for him to go out and fight on the day that his death was prophesied? Probably not. Was that going to stop him from protecting one of his homes? Of course not. It didn't mean that he wasn't nervous, of course. If anything, that had made him more so; the prospect of failing his duty, of failing his people, was not one that he would be able to take lightly.
Suddenly, the slight chill in the air had grown to a freezing wind. The demigods paused, their senses on high alert. It wasn't right, it was still summer, and even the monsters of the forest couldn't turn the temperature so cold in such a little time.
Percy let out a startled hiss as he felt something prick his arm. A quick glance revealed a shallow cut, no more than an inch long. Nico turned toward him at the sound, and at the sight of the cut became even more on guard. Percy's Achilles Curse had vanished in Tartarus as most enchantments or curses were. His pen had, luckily, remained unharmed.
A strong gust of wind hit them, and another cut appeared, this one three or four inches on his other arm. When Percy had raised his hand to the whistle around his neck, a sharp chill had flooded his body, making him flinch with a gasp. As the cold grew more intense, his knees had buckled, causing him to kneel roughly on the ground. Distantly he could hear Nico call his name and felt a surge of tugging warmth.
He must've used the whistle, Percy had realized dimly. He was so tired… Why was he this tired? A vicious shiver forced it's way through him, and he'd felt the slight warmth of a jacket being pulled around him. There were quiet, almost unnoticeable voices near him. He thought that he might've been able to recognize them, if he'd actually had the ability to try. It was as if something was leaching the strength from his body, pulling away his energy and warmth and leaving him as only an empty shell, forever lost to the darkness and cold of emptiness
The thought seemed to rejuvenate him. He was able to pull himself slightly out of the dark haze that his mind had become, and as a result was able to feel the influence of something washing over him, taking from him all that he knew, all that he felt.
Another shudder passed through him. The voices became louder, alarmed.
He forced his eyes to focus, to look into the worried almost black-brown in front of him. They'd said something, just then. He knew it, although all he could hear was a dull buzz. His lips were moving, weren't they?
He closed his eyes, ignoring the slight shake that the teenager had given him, and concentrated.
Why was he so familiar? Why couldn't he remember?
He felt it again, that sucking strand that almost seemed to physically cling to the skin above his heart. And he got an idea. Through his mind, he'd reached for it, and pulled back.
Pandemonium.
"Percy, please help!"
"By the gods, no! Not him!"
Fire. He was on fire, but not. Flying, no he shouldn't be doing that, why was he flying? The world around him blurred, and then he was looking down. Were those cabins?
The visions flooded over him, causing a choked gasp to leave his lips. Phrases, words, exclamations passed in strips, suddenly changing and cutting off randomly. He thought he was being carried. His eyes were still open, but seeing nothing.
The cabins were burning, smoldering, gone. Corpses lingered, then skeletons, which turned to dust. Nothing remained but a strange circle burned into the ground; the boundary line, now burned out. Grass turned to sand, trees died and rotted before becoming petrified.
"You must learn-"
"It hurts! Why does it hurt, what's wrong with m-"
Nothing. Wait, movement. The ever so slight movement in the sand seemed ethereal from the dead world around him. A hand, tanned and strong, breached the surface of the sand. Then an arm, shoulder, head and body. He had to stare for a moment.
No, this wasn't right. That couldn't be right.
"Good luck, young one."
He'd stared at the person, and saw himself stare back.
The visions ended in a sudden surge of black, letting his memories slowly be reclaimed. The cold feeling was back, lighting his body with it's icy fire. His sight came back again, slowly. He was alone in the infirmary. It was dark, past curfew from his estimation; the window across from his bed shone with the slight light of the moon..
A small brush of relief passed through him. Then he'd realized that he couldn't move, and panic replaced it.
Why couldn't he move, what happened, how is he here…?
He had to pause, mentally telling himself to keep calm, but thoughts from Tartarus still pushed into his mind. He could feel the monsters of his mind, their piercing eyes invisible to his own, yet still very well there. Not physically, of course, but mentally.
His warning bells flashed within his mind, and his eyes moved without his accord.
Something dark, black as night moved. It was beside his bed, but he couldn't focus on it. It was as if its entire being warped and blurred, making it impossible to tell what it was.
It raised something to hover over Percy's chest. His best guess was an arm, a hand.
No, please no… He knew that if it had touched him, it would be the end. Horror flashed through his mind. Not the prophecy, not my fate…
Then it touched him, hidden talons tearing through his shirt, into his skin, to his heart.
Pain. Rippling, all encompassing pain filled him until it had destroyed his entire being, frayed his nerves. He tried to scream, but his jaw was firmly locked into position. His body shook. He could feel the darkness, see it lurking at the corners of his eyes. His breath left him in ragged gasps.
Finally, he was able to unlock his jaw and produce one long, loud, pain filled scream. The sound echoed in the silence of the night, bouncing back at himself before ending as he ran out of breath.. Shouts rang out; the nearest campers had awoken.
He could hear them exit their cabins, all too late. He could feel himself sinking, his strength being sapped from his body, and the pain suddenly die out. A single sigh left his dry and cracked lips. The creature vanished, leaving his ten peaceful wracked body, and as the campers flooded the infirmary, Percy had already drifted away, his last breath leaving his lips, black markings etched into the skin above his heart.
To them, panic, chaos in it's truest form. Mourning, sadness, loss.
To him, peace. Numbness, darkness, safety, and silence.
The one clock in the room gave a soft click, changing to midnight, the beginning of a new day.
The fates are cruel beings, anyway.