Water and War (Working title)

Percy POV 1st person

For as long as I can remember, there has been a voice in my head. He guides me, normally away from conflict. Well, as much as he can, fights always seem to find me…

"Come on!"

"Hit him!"

"Kick his ass!"

The larger boy shoved me into the wall. I don't know his name; just that he's a year or two ahead of me, and that he's been held back a few times.

'Dodge left now!'

I threw myself to the left, the other boy's fist smashing into the wall where, moments before, my face was.

"That's not how you punch!"

"Fight back"

'Ignore them, boy. Their words are of no consequence to you.'

The boy, I can't keep calling him that, can I? Anyway, he spun towards me, his left hand coming for my face. I dropped to my knees, under his punch. A quick jab struck his sternum, a second his gut.

'Good, strike fast and make every hit count.'

The boy stumbled backwards, tripping over a crutch that had dropped to the floor a moment before. My friend Grover – my only friend really – picked up his crutch and hobbled over to me. Seeing, the fight over, the crowd scattered, I saw some money changing hands as they left.

"Damn, Percy, sometimes I forget you can fight like that!"

I slung my arm over Grover's shoulder, taking the can of coke in his free hand, "And you're a sneaky bastard, Grover."

"Oi, I'll have you know, my parents were happily married."

I drained the coke in one slug, before crushing the can and giving it back to Grover.

'I notice the Satyr does not deny that he is sneaky.'

"Let's be honest, without you, I'd have never known what Grover is."

'True enough, boy. True enough."

"Oh, yeah, Perce, Mr Brunner was looking for you."

"That so? Any idea what he wants from me?"

"Probably something to do with your latest Mythology Essay."

He's taught me a lot about Greek mythology. And I mean a lot. Almost as if he knew the characters himself. I mean, yeah, Grover is a satyr, but he's not exactly a dual sword-wielding demon. But maybe they were different in ancient Greece?

Anyway, the Old Man, Kratos, he calls himself, doesn't have much good to say about the Greek Gods. And his influence has affected my essays in Latin, and that's left me at odds with the teacher, Mr Brunner.

"Good afternoon, Percy," the wheelchair-bound teacher had my latest Essay on his desk.

"'Lo, Mr Brunner" I slumped into the chair in front of his desk.

"Come now, Percy. I thought we were over this," Mr Brunner pushed my Essay, 'Ares, and the Horror of War Gods' towards me.

"Ho boy, that's going to be a problem"

'I fail to understand why the truth would be a problem, boy.'

"Percy, I know you have a… let's say distorted view of the Greek Gods, but this…"

"Yes, Mr Brunner?"

"Your description of Ares, Percy…"

"That he was a self-centred, honourless warmonger?"

"Yes, that…" he turned the essay over, "Percy, there are things in this world, that I honestly think that a twelve-year-old boy should not be exposed to. Your descriptions of war in this essay, they concern me far more than the accusations you lay at the War God's feet. You have an understanding of those same topics far beyond what I would expect of someone twice your age. Percy…"

I interrupted the man before he could finish, "Look, Mr Brunner, I'll tell you why I know so much, if you tell me why you are so interested in me - the real reason."

"Percy, you are a talented young man, and you have so much potential-"

I stood up and made for the door, "I'm sorry Mr Brunner, but that's not what I asked you. I'll see you tomorrow for the Museum trip."

I left the room before he could say anything else.

"That- that probably was not my best move…"

'Hmm. Boy, you should not judge Chiron so harshly'

"I know, Kratos, but –"

'You feel that you deserve the truth, that which your mother would protect you from.'

"You've been teaching me, I'm strong enough…"

'No, boy, you are not. Even in my homeland, a boy would not be forced to face what you seek until he had seen 14 years, regardless of his strength. Now, your Satyr friend will have questions, and you will need rest for tomorrow."

I'd reached the dorm while the old man argued with me. Grover stood in the doorway, waiting for me. I sighed before approaching my friend.

"Hey Grover, bad news, buddy. Mr Brunner hasn't expelled me yet."

The Museum trip had been going great. Really, it had. I even answered Mr Brunner's question, a moral one about Kronos eating his kids. Then Nancy Freaking Bobfit and her pet teacher decided to ruin it.

"You've been giving us problems, honey."

"You know what I did to piss her off, Kratos?"

'Hmm.'

"Lotta help you are."

"Did you really think you would get away with it?"

I started backing up, the hairs on the back of my neck prickling up.

"Confess, now, Perseus Jackson, and I will make your end swift."

"Shit, shit, shit."

'Indeed. That, boy, is a Fury.'

My back slammed into a statue, knocking something over.

Mrs Dodds shifted, her leather jacket becoming leathering wings, claws and teeth growing. Her eyes became burning coals, her voice a rasping growl, "Die, honey!"

My hand grasped something, a pole of sorts.

'Good, a weapon. Brace yourself, boy, your wish is coming true today'

A burst of energy filled me, I pushed forward, thrusting the pole forward. No, not a pole, a spear. I extended it forward, meeting the Fury, Mrs Dodds, mid-leap.

She burst into a cloud of ash and dust as her outreached claw grazed above my eye.

'A good effort, boy. For your first fight, at least.'

Mr Brunner appeared in the doorway, making as if to throw something to me, "What ho, Percy-"

"Mr Brunner…" I collapsed where I stood, the spear dropping to the floor next to me.

"What happened here, Percy?"

"I think it's time we had a talk, Mr Brunner… or should I call you Chiron?"

And that's the next story.

Took a bit longer than planned, but well…

My father, Trevor "Porky" Wright, left this world on the 1st of June after surviving his second heart attack almost two weeks prior. The past 2 months have been a rollercoaster for me and my family, and we're still adjusting to life without him.

I am trying to write more, it does help me sort my thoughts out, but I expect updates will probably be erratic for a while.

So about this 'shot:

This is a post God of War Ragnarok Kratos, who is living in Percy's head and giving him advice as he goes through his life.

If I continue this, Kratos is unable to interact with the world around him, except by advising Percy.

Also, Percy will not be getting any of Kratos' weapons, not the Blades, not the Leviathan Axe, not even the Dauphnir Spear. What Percy would get is Kratos and his vast experience and expertise as a mentor.

Any thoughts, opinions, or ideas?

What would you like to see next?

Some more "Children of Chiron"

A continuation of "I Learn the Name of My Sword"

A RWBY Percy Jackson crossover

Buffy the Vampire Slayer Crossover (And no, it's not Yet Another Halloween Fic)

DxD Crossover – Just an excuse for post-BoO Percy to kick Kolkabeil's arse

A Possible One Piece Crossover?