Chapter 5: The Oracle's 2 for 1 deal

The camp was gathered in the amphitheater for the night's celebrations. Unfortunately, after the events of the day, the mood was less than celebratory. Percy had learned that the camper's mood directly influenced the fire, tonight it was noticeably colder and less intense. Even Chiron seemed worried, first an ominous storm had appeared over the camp, leaving with it four giants and a hellhound. The four giants stayed within the forest, engaged in some sort of argument.

As the campers prepared to leave, the four giants approached the campfire. The winged one spoke first.

"Citizens of this world, we come to ask for your assistance." He spoke authoritatively. "I am Sanguinius of the Blood Angels." Percy wondered if he had heard that name before, if it was some obscure figure from Greek Mythology, but even Chiron looked puzzled by that name.

Mr. D approached the giants, "What in Tartarus are you." Mr. D said with an edge that terrified many of the campers. "I can tell you're not demigods but you're certainly more powerful than a mortal. If you were monsters you would have attempted to kill at least one of the campers by now. So, tell me what. are. you."

"This is bad" Percy thought, "Mr. D is taking something seriously."

The four giants stared at him, "I should ask you the same thing, you reek of the warp." Magnus said

Vines began to encroach on the campfire, as Mr. D began to radiate power. "You DARE insult me MORTAL." Many campers ran off, insulting a God was never a good idea. Just before Mr. D open up a bottle of pain and punishment upon Magnus, a loud clap of thunder rolled through the sky. Mr. D seemed to snap out of his rage for a moment. "Well... it's your lucky day. It appears my father doesn't want me to kill you."

Chiron stepped forward to try to deescalate the situation, "Perhaps it would be best if you would explain who you are. Many of us are troubled by your presence here"

"Very well" Sanguinius responded, "As I said I am Sanguinius of the Blood Angels, Primarch of the 9th Legion."

The other golden giant stepped forward, "I am Rogal Dorn of the Imperial Fists, Praetorian of Terra and Primarch of the 7th Legion."

Next the green giant introduced himself "I am Vulkan, Primarch of the Salamanders 18th legion of Adeptus Astartes."

Finally, the red cyclops stepped forward, "I am Magnus the Red of Prospero, Primarch of the Thousand Sons, 15th Legion of Adeptus Astartes."

Chiron looked towards Mr. D and asked if he recognized any of the names, to which Mr. D only shook his head.

"Chiron, I must go speak to my father, this complicates things." Percy could have sworn that Mr. D was looking at him. He then produced a card and disappeared from the camp.

Percy awoke the next morning in his new cabin, cabin 3. As he was the only child of Poseidon, he was its only occupant. After a knock on the door, Percy got up and saw Grover.

"What is it?"

"It's Mr. D he wants to ki-uhhh speak with you" Grover said fearfully.

Oddly, Grover did not lead him to the Big House, but to the amphitheater. When Percy arrived, he saw why the Primarchs were also there. Chiron, Annabeth and Mr. D were talking about something while the Primarchs were just standing there.

"Well look who finally decided to show up." Mr. D said evidently back to his old sarcastic self. "Just because barnacle-beard is your father don't expect me to kneel before you or anything."

"Now we have a lot do discuss" Mr. D said, "First and foremost are our resident golden boys." Mr. D said pointing towards the Primarchs. "Now... tell us how you got into Camp, Mortals like you are not supposed to be able to enter."

The Primarchs looked towards Mr. D with contempt, evidently not appreciating the term mortal, then Rogal Dorn spoke up. "We do not know, Magnus suspects an anomaly within the warp displaced us within space and deposited us upon this world."

"What is the Warp?" Mr. D asked

This time, Magnus spoke up. "The Warp, at its most basic, is the immaterial realm, a dark reflection of the material realm that we inhabit. In the Warp, emotions of sentient creatures become pure psychic energy."

"I have a question" Annabeth said, the four giants looked at her with curiosity, "Mr. Dorn called himself the 'Praetorian of Terra', but there is no modern civilization on Earth that uses the title Praetorian…"

Magnus interrupted her, "Child did you say Earth!?" Magnus looked alarmed

"It's Annabeth, and yes I said Earth." Annabeth replied

"By the Emperor…" Magus muttered

"Magnus what troubles you?" Vulkan asked

"During my studies on Prospero, I found several ancient texts that referred to the planet Earth as the cradle of human civilization. This puzzled many scholars on Prospero, as the accepted theory was that the Homeworld was called Terra. After Father arrived on Prospero, I compared these text to those found on Terra. My conclusion was that Earth was an ancient name for Terra." Magnus explained

"So, you mean to tell us that we are on Terra right now! That's impossible, Terra is a Hive world, yet trees and oceans cover this world's surface!" Rogal objected

"There is one possibility… Annabeth, what year is it?" Magnus asked

"It's 2005, wait you think you've traveled through time?!"

"2005, By the Emperor… That's 005.M3!" Rogal Exclaimed

Annabeth asked, "M3? What year are you from?

"I am from 005.M31, in your calendar it would be written as 30,005" Magnus said, "It is clear to me now that we have been displaced in both space and time by the warp."

"This is ridiculous!" Mr. D said, "We're on the brink of war! I don't have time for your stupid time travel conspiracies or talk of this clearly fabricated 'immaterial realm'."

"And who are you to call the realm I have spent my life studying 'Fabricated'." Magnus declared.

That was the breaking point, "I AM DIONYSUS! I AM A GOD OF OLYMPUS! YOU MORTALS WILL SHOW ME THE RESPECT I DESERVE!"

The Primarchs merely laughed at Mr. D, Percy thought this was suicide. "There are no gods worth worshiping warp spawn, would you place yourself among their numbers?" Sanguinius spoke up "Your power exceeds that of mine I admit, but power alone does not win battles."

A loud crack of thunder was heard, and Mr. D calmed down, "If my father didn't want you alive, I'd have turned you into the first thing I drink after this damnable punishment is served." Mr. D said contemptibly. "But we have more pressing matters to discuss, mainly weather or not fish boy over there stole Zeus's Bolt.

Percy was terrified. First, he was accused of stealing the "Master Bolt" by a paranoid Zeus who was threatening war with his father. Now, he was going to see the Oracle. It didn't help that everyone said Oracle with the same hidden fear that one would say Mr. D wants to see you.

Percy walked into the attic of the Big House. Sitting upon a stool was a mummified corpse, she looked like she had been dead for at least 30 years. A green mist began to fill the room as Percy tried to escape. Before he could exit the trapdoor slammed shut, trapping Percy with the corpse.

Percy heard a voice emanating from the corpse, "I am the spirit of Delphi, speaker of the prophecies of Phoebus Apollo, slayer of the mighty Python. Approach, seeker, and ask."

Percy gathered up all his courage and asked, "What is my destiny?"

The mist morphed into a poker game, Percy saw his step father Gabe and three of his friends. They turned toward Percy and spoke.

You shall go west, and face the god who has turned.

You shall find what was stolen, and see it safely returned.

You shall be betrayed by one who calls you a friend.

And you shall fail to save what matters most in the end.

The mist cleared and Percy walked toward the now open exit. Before he could leave the green mist filled the room once more and the trapdoor slammed shut. The mist now took the shape of the four giants, the Primarchs they called themselves.

Sons of Noctune, Inwit, Prospero, and Baal

They must join in this quest to preserve us all

To bring peace they must fight a tide of war

The world of gods, they forever transform

AN: Hey, I decided to write a longer chapter! I want to thank my reviewers for advice. That second prophecy was a bitch to come up with but I think I did an alright job. Now about the dates, the date I used for Magnus's displacement is the year the Heresy began. If anyone finds an official year for "Magnus did Nothing Wrong Day" I'd love to know. The part of this chapter that I had the most trouble with was the conversations between Mr. D and the Primarchs. The challenge was not having them try to kill each other. If anyone finds any errors with the 40k lore (or with the PJO lore because I just started re-reading the books) please write a review or message me and I'll get them fixed as soon as I can. Thanks for reading!