Child of The Eldest Brothers

by BladeOfMagic168

Percy's mother, Sally Jackson has just died in an attempted assassination of percy. He tries to kill himself but is found by Hestia and is made her champion. He finds out he is a demigod, but with 3 godly fathers. The son of Zeus, Poseidon and Hades must train to be the hero of prophecy. My first fanfic, no negative reviews, but give constructive criticism please.

6. Capture the Flag

A/N: Alright guys, here's chapter 6. I would have uploaded this earlier in the day, but I just finished proofreading it. I felt really sleepy after I took my meds so I fell asleep while writing it :P. Anyway, just a reminder, please vote on my profile for the pairing you want for the story or put a review for it on this story. I'm counting both reviews and poll votes when I finally decide who I want to pair Percy with, so do either. Even if you don't that's fine, I'm not forcing you into doing anything, but if you want to leave me some constructive feedback, please do so. It's nice to think some people enjoy my work. In the meantime, please enjoy Chapter 6 and its early release as I have promised.

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-Chapter 6-

"Campers, please get into your respective teams. Leading the blue team is Annabeth and the Athena cabin, and leading the red team is Clarisse and the Ares cabin." Chiron announced.

"On the Blue team, is the Athena, Hera, Demeter, Hephaestus, Apollo cabins, and on the red team are the Ares, Aphrodite, Hermes and Dionysus cabins." He revealed to the campers. He continued on by announcing the same rules as always to everyone.

I listened attentively as I did not want to break another rule on my second day at camp, well actually this would make the third I have broken, considering it actually is not allowed to be in a cabin alone with someone of the opposite sex even if we are twelve and we were only talking, also beating up some kids in a toilet probably isn't encouraged either.

At first I questioned why we had 1 more whole cabin than them, considering the Dionysus cabin only had 2 children, evening out mine having only 1. Then I realized the great number of children in the Aphrodite and Hermes cabins made up for the lack in total number of cabins. Both had an extreme number of kids, around 20 each, not counting the unclaimed ones in the Hermes cabin, allowing both sides to be relatively even.

Eventually, we all split off into the woods, with the river separating the two sides. My team was situated at Zeus' Fist, a large pile of rocks, where we placed the flag and two Athena campers guarding it. The enemy flag was somewhere unknown on the other side of the forest, likely in a clearing.

"Percy, how about you stay at the river, I heard what you did today. You should be able to handle any campers who try to get past with relative ease." She instructed me, reminding me of he beat down I gave the Ares campers in the morning.

Once I left for the river, I heard Annabeth and other Athena campers barking out orders of battle strategies and trap placements to the other campers. Apollo campers would hide in the bushes or trees to provide support with arrows, while the Athena campers would guard the flag. The others would place traps and help in close combat when needed, using their powers or weapons.

They sent a small force of each cabin to go for the flag, including Annabeth herself, as she had a Yankees cap that made her invisible. Their strength made up for their relatively small numbers. The cabin leaders plus their strongest camper would head with them as some made a distraction.

After around half an hour, the traps were set. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea for Clarisse to let the two cabins with the best trappers be on the enemy team. I quickly adjusted the straps of my armor, checking that it was secure.

I proceeded to feel inside my pocket and check for my trusty pen riptide. 4 years of use and not a single dent in it. It's like somebody put their life energy in it. Oh wait they did. I remembered stupidly.

I chuckled softly thinking about how Zoe would have reacted to her sword being in the hands of another male. I mean I didn't think I was as bad as Heracles by a long shot, but years of spending time with her girl scout troupe must have made her hate all males equally as much, though her wrongdoer more than others.

Soon, the horn sounded, signaling the start of the game. I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the drawn out sound, causing me to focus on my surroundings. It wasn't long until the rush of campers came out, some by the river where I was, and some by other means.

I calmed down, taking my training into consideration, focusing on the bushes and any sounds around me in order to spot any Hermes campers trying to sneak past. Once, I heard a rustling in the bushes, I immediately shot a small flame to the spot in order to hit the person hiding there.

A yelp caused me to smirk, happy that I managed to hit him without having any vision of him. Who needs bows when you can shoot fire right? I thought smugly to myself as I approached the demigod.

As I neared, he attempted to tackle me, but his technique was all wrong. Instead of diving straight into me from his crouching position, he got up and charged shoulder first, which gave me ample time to read the attack, sending him tumbling to the ground, where I swiftly bumped his head with the hilt of my sword, rendering him unconscious.

I quickly returned back to my previous spot in by the river, so nobody could get past while I was distracted. The number of Hermes campers dwindled down slowly as I picked off the unlucky ones who dared to attempt to pass me.

Sure I didn't have any problems with taking them, but I was still glad for the interaction. Even more so when I fought one of Annabeth's friends, Luke. Sandy hair, blue eyes, definitely a Hermes kid, resemblance is uncanny. He put up better of a fight than any of his siblings. None of them matched him by a long shot. I remembered that Annabeth said he was one of the best swordfighters in camp, and she was not exaggerating as proven by how he was faring against me.

He managed to get a few good slices on my, but considering my thick armor, he did not manage to draw any blood from me. However, he wore thin leather armor to allow for swifter movements, because he was trying to sneak past me and almost did was it not for the twig he stepped on unluckily.

Whenever I thought I managed to land a hit, he would quickly sidestep, as if he wasn't there in the first place. Soon, I was pushed on the defensive, causing Luke to gain that mischievous smile resembling the one his father typically wore, based on the few times he came to my island to give Hestia packages.

He swung from my left to my right, making me to raise my sword to parry his blow. However, I did not expect it to be a feint. I stumbled slightly, letting him gain the upper hand for the split second I was stunned.

He seized the opportunity expertly and managed to pull off a disarming trick, likely an original one because I have never seen that move before in any of the books of combat styles I read in my free time on my little island.

Once he pulled the weapon from my grasps, he held his sword to my throat menacingly, his mischievous grin changing to a victorious smile, "Yield?" He asked simply. I wasn't going to go down without a fight, he'd have to knock me out if he wanted me to give up.

So I did the only logical thing I could think of. I set my body on fire, just to get his sword away, and to see his face when I did it. He did not disappoint. His look of triumph quickly changed to one of fear as he backed off slightly.

He backed off, in fear of getting burnt by the flames. He seemed to be ready to re-engage me as I turned off my flames, but a hand quickly appeared on his shoulder and a girl whispered something in his ear, causing him to run off towards my flag.

I was just about to chase after him but a hand quickly pulled my arm back, followed by another one on my other arm. My sword still on the ground, they likely thought I was defenseless.

I looked to my sides to see two burly kids grabbing my arms. They were accompanied by a certain daughter of war in front of me who looked at me in sadistic joy, as if she would torture me.

"Look what we have here boys. Prissy was fighting Luke. Too bad he's mine, I might have enjoyed Castellan beating the shit out of this punk. Oh well, I can do it myself. He has better things to do than slapping this kid around." She taunted. I was about to insult her about the new nickname and how only a stupid kid of the war god could think of that, but something else came to mind.

"Oh hey Claire. Heh, remember this morning. You know, the time where I took out both of your goons in ten seconds. Then I subdued you in hand to hand. Ah, but right, you're a daughter of Ares. Stupidity must run in the family." I retorted.

She seemed pissed off and opened her mouth, likely to start cussing like a sailor, but I interrupted her,

"By the way, remember what happened last time your little minions grabbed me like this? Well, here's a reminder. This happened." I continued as I set my arms ablaze, not worried for their safety anymore because it was the second time their stupid cabin tried to harm me.

Once I escaped their clutches, I sent a fireball to Ugly number 1's chest, sending him sprawling on the floor unconscious. I turned around once again to see Ugly Number 2 drawing his Celestial Bronze sword, but I made quick work of him, using my palm to redirect his downwards strike and using the moment of vulnerability to hit him in the neck with enough force to knock him unconscious too.

After making quick work of those 2, I turned my attention to Clarisse whose spear I narrowly avoided by making a quick duck. Sure enough, it wasn't even a blunt spear, she was trying to impale me with her own sharpened-to-the-tip spear.

Realizing that I could be in mortal danger, due to me being unarmed against a very angry demigod, I quickly backed off to give myself enough time to reach into my pocket and get my own weapon, Riptide, which had magically reappeared in my pocket as one of its attributes.

It was a back and forth battle. Clarisse was way better at using a spear than she was at hand to hand combat. I played mostly on the defensive, being unable to get into close range of the weapon, where it would be useless.

Right now my sword was too short to be able to reach her while still being able to keep myself from impaling myself on the tip. However, she did not have this restriction and was angrily attempting to stab me, though I would almost always sidestep it or redirect it with my own blade.

However, I soon tried to grab the shaft of her spear, causing a jolt of electricity to fill my body. To any normal person, that probably would have killed them, or at least make you feel numb for the next few days, but me, being a quarter child of Zeus, did not get hurt. Seeing this, Clarisse started swearing,

"What the Hades? What the fuck did you do to my spear, Prissy? That shock should have been enough to at least paralyze you, probably kill somebody like you, being the weakling you are." I merely smirked and ignored her statement and cussing.

First thing Hestia taught me about fighting was that an angry opponent was easier to take down than a calm one, as they would make irrational moves and slip up, or use too much power in a jab or swing, leaving them vulnerable.

I used this to my advantage, though her swings becoming more rapid and strong. But eventually, she managed to push me on the defensive once again and make me head towards the river. This was strongly to my advantage, as the water would give me back the strength I wasted already from fighting Luke, let alone Clarisse, not that I would admit to the latter that she was actually a challenge.

As I took the first step in a puddle of water, I felt more energized than I did before the game. What, first she gives me electricity, then water. Is she going to push me all the way back to the shade of the trees so the shadows can help me too? I decided that with the newfound strength, I had to end this quickly, lest the opposing team win the game.

I hastily made the decision of using my fire powers to form a fire whip, swiftly pulling the spear of out her hands and breaking it in two, causing small sparks to crackle at the tip before finally stopping as the enchantment had finally been dispelled.

"JACKSON YOU FUCKER. MY DAD GAVE ME THAT FUCKING SPEAR. YOU'RE SO FUCKING DEAD. I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU, DRAG YOU TO THE FUCKING UNDERWORLD, THROW YOU INTO THE FUCKING STYX, MAKE HADES BRING YOU BACK TO FUCKING LIFE, JUST TO TORTURE YOU AGAIN." She swore. I have to admit, I was impressed that she was able to use the same word 7 times in one statement.

For a second I was actually worried about the threat, but then I chuckled a bit, realizing that she was now unarmed. However, my thought were proven wrong when she picked up the half of the spear with the Celestial Bronze tip and threw it expertly, aiming at my head.

I had to use all my concentration to immediately sidestep it while subtly changing the air currents to push the spear away from my head. Even so, I barely avoided it. It managed to scrape my forehead, drawing blood.

I soon realized that I had actually never seen my own blood before, because on the rare occasions that I was attacked by monsters, Hestia had appeared almost instantly to heal the wound before I could even take a good look at it. Maybe Clarisse was right about her babying me after all.

I managed to sneak a glance at my blood before I went to subdue Clarisse again. It seemed to be the normal color as other demigods, but mine seemed to have a slight golden tint to it, which was definitely golden ichor, the blood of gods. This was almost certainly due to my multitude of fathers, and the fact that I was ¾ immortal technically.

Turning back to my foe, I noticed her trying to get away as she was now weaponless. However, her breaths were labored and her steps were slow, likely finally losing the adrenaline rush she had from fighting me, and realizing how tired she truly was. I however gave chase as I still felt good as new.

Eventually she noticed my approach and picked up her speed, attempting to avoid being caught and captured, or sharing the same fate as her half-brothers. Thinking about her spear, I wondered if her father would give her a new one.

If her father loved her enough to give her her own spear in the first place, then he certainly favored her enough to give her another one. I doubt most of the demigods can claim to have been given a weapon by their godly parent. This helped me feel less guilty about breaking a weapon from her own father.

As I chased her through the forest, pushing vines and branches out of my way, I eventually let her go, not seeing the point in continuing to chase her through enemy territory and possibly get caught, just to capture her, even though she was already unarmed.

As I attempted to return back to my spot of guarding the river which I have unwisely left unguarded, I noticed a rustling in the bushes. I immediately raised my sword in a defensive position, cursing myself internally for being stupid enough to go this far into enemy turf. They likely expected this and readied an ambush.

However, what I was not expecting was a bunch of campers from my team running behind a disheveled looking Annabeth who looked like she was running for her life with the enemy team's flag in her hands.

I saw Ares campers chasing them from behind, waving their weapons menacingly, some of them aiming blunt tipped arrows at the stragglers of the group. I looked at the squad Annabeth had sent and realized they were much too tired to be able to run the whole distance back to our flag, while I was completely refreshed.

I quickly ran parried a blow aimed at one of the Demeter camper's head and knocked the offender out unconscious. I managed to pick off the few campers who were closely behind the runners, allowing my team some breathing room.

As soon as I had the chance, I sprinted to the front of the group, where I immediately saw Annabeth breathing heavily and running as fast as her legs could carry her. I decided that moment the best course of action if we wanted to win the game, and turned to my leader,

"Annabeth, quickly, give me the flag. Distract them, I have an idea but you have to trust me, I can get the flag back to our camp faster than any of you can right now." I demanded.

Seeing no other option available, she handed me the flag, "I'm trusting you with this Percy, don't you dare let me down. Now go, we'll hold them off for as long as we can." She turned around quickly and barked to our teammates to stand their ground and hold off the enemy force as I ran back to base.

However, only half of what she told the squad was true. I was returning back to base, but I wouldn't be running all the way there. I quietly slipped into the trees nearby and concentrated hard. Soon, I reappeared a few meters deep into the trees from my camp. I rushed past the trees as I made my way towards my flag.

However the campers here were barely holding their own too. Luke and a few of his teammates were currently dealing the campers who were guarding the flag. They had their own archers taking on the Apollo campers so neither side was able to have any support from behind.

I ignored this, and decided to make a run for my own flag. Once I placed it next to my own, I would win the game for my team. I made a mad dash for the crevice in which my own team's flag was located.

I barged past the multitude of demigods who were fighting my own team in hopes of reaching my flag before any of the other campers on Clarisse's team could. Luke attempted to catch up with me and tackle me before I could reach the flag, but I carried on sprinting with renewed vigor.

Though extremely tired after the skirmish with me earlier, being a son of Hermes, he was still extraordinarily fast. Just as I stuck the flag into the ground where our own was, he tackled me, sending us both tumbling down, rotating between me and him being on top.

Soon, another horn sounded, signaling me winning the game. As soon as I heard it, I was extremely grateful because the nerves I got from being chased and the adrenaline rush soon wore off, leaving me as tired as I was earlier when I was fighting the two cabin leaders, but still glad that I had made the finishing capture.

I soon got off of the sandy haired demigod and offered my hand to him to get up which he gratefully accepted, sending me a genuine smile. He soon struck up a conversation,

"Woah Percy. New camper and already beating two of the best fighters in camp as well as almost beating me in a race? Damn Percy you're good. Good game by the way." He remarked as he got up.

I chuckled slightly, "Heh, yeah, being on an island with nothing to do for 4 years straight does that to you." I smiled back at him as we made our way back to the assembly area in the amphitheatre where they would announce the winners and let us go back to our cabins for the night.

I told Luke a few details about my life as we went back, a short summarized version of the one I told Annabeth, and in return he told me about his past. He didn't particularly like his father, Hermes, but he understood that he loved him. He managed to mail him a sword, the one he used against me earlier, with one of his packages without any of the other gods knowing.

I had to admit, though the gods aren't allowed to show it, this day had proved that the gods all loved their children dearly. They would try to use every loophole they could to help their children, as shown by Luke and Clarisse

Once we arrived back at the amphitheatre we took our seats, where Chiron started debriefing us,

"Campers, today's game has been well played by all of you, but of course there can only be one winner, and for today, that winner is the Blue team. Well done to them, but Red team, do not feel discouraged, all heroes have their ups and downs. You have all done well today and have earned a well deserved rest. You all may now take your showers and return to your cabins. I will see you all again tomorrow morning. Good night." He announced, dismissing us.

All of us stood up, and proceeded to go back to our cabins. I also stood up to return to my cabin, but I was interrupted by Annabeth approaching me while grinning wildly.

"Good job, Percy. Nice beat down you gave Clarisse, by the way. She's been too proud ever since her dad gave her that spear. Good to see somebody put her in her place. I could hear her cussing all the way from their base. And I can't believe you took on Luke then her consecutively, and even though you let both escape, you managed to take both of them down consecutively." She commented.

We continued our conversation all the way back to our cabins when suddenly she popped a question I was really hoping nobody would ask.

"I think you're hiding something from me. There's something not right about this. There is literally no way you could have gotten from there back to our flag in less than a minute. I've done the calculations, even with all your energy when you started, it would have taken around 5 minutes at least." She deduced.

"You want the simplified answer, or the truth?" I asked, knowing full well that she would want the truth, being the curious child of Athena she is.

"The truth." She proved me right, causing me to sigh. So far she has given me no reason to distrust her, plus I have just have a feeling in my gut that I can trust her. No, it wasn't love, it was a strange feeling. It was as if my instincts were telling me that I could trust her. Maybe it was just because she was my only friend, but for me, that was enough.

I decided that I could tell her the truth. Besides, if she decides to do something with the information without my permission, I can easily wipe her mind with the abilities which I got from Hera from being her champion, including reading and stealing memories.

"How about we go into my cabin and talk about this, I don't really feel comfortable talking about it out here." I told her, not giving her an option as I opened the door of the Hera cabin.

She nodded as she silently made her way in, understanding that the situation is probably not up for discussion and not something that I would talk about if given the option.

She say down once again on the same chairs as the previous night, where I took a deep breath and decided that it was as good of a time as ever to start talking,

"Alright, the truth is, I shadow travelled, but before you said I cheated, technically the rules said nothing about shadow travelling." I started.

"But how can you shadow travel?" She questioned, "You're just a child of Hestia, shadow travelling is a child of Hades thing."

"It's a long story, and honestly I'm so tired I feel like I could sleep for a week right now so I'll give you the short version. Mom died. Hestia found me, made me her champion. Brought me to an island. Found out the Big 3 raped my mom and made me, got abilities from all 3, thus shadow travelling and getting more energy from touching the puddle by the river. Anyway, she gave me a sword. Hera found me, made me her champion. Stayed there 4 years. Hunters of Artemis found me. Brought me to Olympus. Came here. Beat the crap out of Clarisse twice. Then this happened. Oh did I mention that my fathers tried to kill me?" I summarized casually.

Annabeth looked at me quizzically, as if trying to take in all the information I just poured onto her. She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again as in trying to consider her words carefully, understanding that bringing up the topic of how I was conceived was very clearly a touchy topic.

Thinking about it, it wasn't even that complicated. Super powerful orphan found by 2 goddesses, becomes more powerful, then sent to a place with special kids. What questions could you really ask about it?

"Ummmmm, Percy. I know this is hard to talk about, but I'm curious about a few things. I know you must be extremely tired, so I'll try to shorten my questions. Firstly, what powers did you get from them, secondly, why did they try to kill you, and lastly, I know this is personal, but what sort of resentment do you hold against your dads?" She asked in a soft voice, in fear of angering somebody who had the power of a minor god.

"It's fine Annabeth. I've come to terms with how I was conceived, I don't feel utter hate for everything around me when the topic is brought up around me anymore, but I'd still rather not talk about it. Don't fear me though, that's the last thing I want. Fearful respect is the worst kind in my opinion." I assured her,

"Right, your first question. Well, from Zeus I can control the winds, fly, and control lightning and I'm shockproof. From Poseidon, I have control over most liquids that have water in them, create storms in conjunction with the heritage from Zeus, make earthquakes, and water empowers and heals me, and fire resistance. From Hades I can shadow travel, create large crevices in the ground, and summon the dead and riches, and control the shadows."

"For the powers I received from my patrons, there are quite a few, and I'm much better at using my fire powers than any of my others as I actually had a trainer for that. Bad luck for anybody going against me in capture the flag because I can actually use those powers openly. Anyway, from Hestia I have control over fire as well as the ability to summon it, give or take away hope, as well as being able to make homemade food, plus I'm fireproof combined with the fire resistance from Poseidon. From Hera I can look into your mind, look into your memories as well as steal them, and I can block somebody from reading my mind." I stated.

As I listed off my powers, I demonstrated my control of it to a small extent, creating small sparks, making water swirl in my palm, pulling the shadows to me, creating small flames of Greek fire appear on my hand, and looking into her mind, which I smirked at.

"I can read that you're clearly in awe, but I would prefer that you keep everything you learn of from me here to yourself. Do not tell others unless I tell you to. Okay? Good." I chuckled at her mouth still agape from learning how much power I actually have contained in my relatively small body.

"Alright, carrying on, my fathers tried to kill me because they knew they would be punished if the other council members found out what they had done. It had never been done in the history of the godly age, and they would probably have bad things coming their way if I was alive as proof of what they did. They sent an assassin who killed my mom who tried to stop him, and then he tried to kill me, but then I did a bunch of crap and made the ground swallow him." I stated simply.

At this point, she was thinking about how it was possible for a demigod to have this much power contained in him. Clearly losing concentration on her thoughts, I decided to open my mouth again to tell her more.

"Hestia told me that I actually had the power of a minor god when I was 8, probably around the level of some of the council now. I'm trying to be modest here, but I think I could take on your sorry drunk excuse for a camp director easily, who just happens to be an Olympian. The best he could do is throw wine at me because my mind shield blocks his attempts to make me go mad. I probably could have taken Luke and Clarisse together, maybe even the whole Ares cabin if I used my powers, not to brag. By the way my blood is actually different since that's what you were wondering. It's red but a slight hint of ichor is in it. Probably because I was ¾ godly at birth, and probably gained more on the godly side when I was made the champion of 2 of the eldest goddesses."

Annabeth looked stunned to say the least, she could not quite comprehend the special demigod in front of her. I could read her like an open book, literally. I could tell that she could not wrap her mind around the idea of what I actually was. Technically I was around 4/5 to 5/6 god, with the power of one, but I was still very much a demigod.

We remained in a deafening silence for a while, me staying quiet while she took in the information which was hard to believe was true. She was still afraid that she had offended me in some way, so she decided not to ask more questions. But soon my ADHD started acting up again as usual and I continued the conversation,

"Listen, Annabeth, I know it's hard to wrap your head around. I was just the same when I discovered the Greek world and my parentage, but it's fine. I'm just tired right now, I swear I'm not mad at you for prying into my matters." I reassured her once again.

"Anyway, on to your last question. I don't think it's too far of a stretch to say that I don't like my godly parents one bit. They never gave me a reason to. They forced themselves on my mom, then they killed her, tried to kill me, then unknowingly sent me here even though I was content in my own little world, which just so happened to float in water. From what I can tell, Zeus is a complete and utter asshole. Like no doubt about it. But I don't want to bore you with an hour long discussion about how much of a dick he is. Hera has told me many stories about him. But the other two, though I despise them still, I don't hold as much resentment towards them as I do to Zeus. My patrons told me they are nice people, or were at least." I informed her, deadpan, my face not betraying any emotion when I talked about my fathers.

It felt good though. All the pent up anger I felt towards my fathers being let out. Of course I could take it out on the dummies, but talking to a person about my past was so much better. They listened, they made me feel like they cared. It was better to relieve stress emotionally than physically. I would talk to Hera or Hestia about this, but I did not want to insult their brothers right in their faces, so I kept to myself.

Surprisingly, rather than asking more questions which I thought she would do, Annabeth just pulled me into a friendly hug, letting me pour my emotions out.

"Jeez, Percy. Never thought somebody as calm as you could have such a past. We all have our stories I guess. I swear on the Styx I won't tell anybody about your past unless you allow me to. I understand it's hard enough to tell one person, so I won't go around telling people about your own matters." She whispered softly. Thunder rumbled in the distance.

I simply nodded my head, "Thanks Annabeth, you're a good friend. I'm glad I decided I could count on you." I thanked as I pulled away from the hug.

I could tell that she still had a few questions that she wanted to ask me, but she decided that it was best to ask them at another time, which I was grateful for. I was reaaaaally getting tired now.

"Alright then Percy, I'll talk to you again tomorrow. And if you need somebody to talk to, just come to me." She comforted as she stepped out of the cabin, allowing me to grab my things and go take a quick shower before I went to sleep.

It was safe to say I didn't want to go to bed sticky and sweaty with some blood still noticeable. I took a shower and returned to my cabin. Though, this time there was nothing stopping me from heading back unlike this morning.

As soon as I lay my head on a pillow, I was out like a log. One thing my patrons learned about me was that when I was really tired, they could not wake me up until I was fully rested or woke up on my own.