Two years after the war against Gaea, a new threat emerges, and once again, Percy finds himself at the center of it all. But this time, will he be strong enough to face what's coming? OP!Percy, Percy X Artemis, Rated T.
Oblivion's Call
Hey everyone, welcome to my new story. The pairing will be Percy x Artemis Before we begin all credits goes to Rick, the only things I own are the non-canon plot and the OC. Down below is a table of contents which contains all the arcs that will occur in the story for the first time readers to understand the plot and for returning readers who want to re-read a specific part of the story, I will continue to update this as the story progresses:
Arc 1: Post Giant War (Chapters 2-present)
This arc sets the stage for the rest of the book, including many of the changes I will make that deviate from canon.
Also in this story, in between major scenes and chapters I will have a "Things we can share so far.." line break, which will contain information we can give you to help you understand the plot and context of the story, especially if there are big changes happening.
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Chapter 1: A New Hope
Third POV
The battlefield was chaos. War cries and monstrous roars blended into a single, deafening symphony, shaking the ruins of the Acropolis. Dust and debris filled the air as demigods clashed with towering monsters, their blades flashing like streaks of lightning. The Olympians were locked in battle against the remaining giants, their auras shining through the battlefield like beacons in the night. The sky churned with storm clouds, swirling unnaturally above the heart of the fight. And at the center of it all stood Percy Jackson.
His lungs burned, his muscles ached, but he didn't have time to care. Gaea loomed before him, her form shifting between solid earth and rolling stone. Every step she took cracked the ground, sending tremors that threatened to throw Percy off balance. Her face was eerily human, a cruel smile playing at the edges of her lips, but her eyes—they were pits of endless, churning soil, ancient and unyielding.
"You're tiring, Jackson," Gaea mused, tilting her head as if she were merely observing an insect struggle. "You're strong—stronger than I expected—but you are still mortal. And mortals break."
Percy tightened his grip on Riptide, the celestial bronze gleaming despite the dust and grime coating his hands. He didn't answer. There was no point. He already knew she was right. His body felt heavy, exhaustion creeping in faster than he wanted to admit. Still, he refused to let it show.
Instead, he attacked.
With a surge of power, he called upon the storm. The winds howled in response, swirling around him as torrents of water lashed at Gaea, carving deep gouges into her shifting form. He lunged, swinging Riptide in a deadly arc, only for his blade to clash against hardened stone. Sparks flew, the impact reverberating up his arm as Gaea barely flinched. In return, she lashed out with a massive earthen fist, the sheer force behind it sending him hurtling backward.
He twisted midair, landing in a crouch as he skidded across the crumbling temple floor. Pain flared in his ribs, but he pushed past it.
Across the battlefield, he caught a glimpse of his friends fighting with everything they had. Annabeth danced between dracaenae, her dagger finding weak points with pinpoint accuracy. Jason was locked in combat with a giant, his gladius a streak of celestial bronze as lightning crackled around him. Reyna and Nico fought side by side, tearing up dozens of monsters.
Good. They were still holding their ground. For now.
Gaea moved toward him again, her steps sending out shockwaves that split the ground beneath them. Percy barely had time to react before a wall of jagged stone erupted from the ground, forcing him to roll aside just as it nearly skewered him. He came up panting, sweat and grime mixing on his face. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, but he couldn't afford to slow down.
"You can barely stand." Gaea's voice yanked his focus back to her. "You should give up, little hero. You cannot kill me. You cannot win."
Percy let out a breath, forcing himself to his feet. His grip on Riptide tightened until his knuckles turned white.
"You talk too much," he muttered. Then he charged.
Their battle was a brutal dance of elements. Percy's water surged forward, slamming into Gaea like tidal waves crashing against a cliffside. He shaped them into spears, lances of high-pressure liquid that cut through her defenses, forcing her to reform again and again. But she was relentless. Spires of stone shot up in rapid succession, some nearly impaling Percy as he twisted and rolled out of their path. A chunk of rock grazed his shoulder, drawing blood, but he barely registered the pain.
A particularly vicious strike from Gaea sent him sprawling, the impact rattling his bones. He gasped as he hit the ground hard, his vision swimming. Before he could react, tendrils of earth snaked around his wrists and ankles, yanking him down. The pressure was immense, like being buried alive. He struggled, his breath coming in short, desperate bursts.
Gaea loomed over him, amusement flickering in her ancient eyes. "It was foolish of you to fight alone," she said, her voice almost pitying. "You may be strong, son of Poseidon, but you are still bound by mortality. And mortality… is weak."
Percy gritted his teeth. He refused to let it end like this.
Summoning every ounce of strength, he reached deep into his power, deeper than ever before. The storm above responded to his fury, lightning crackling violently across the sky. The ground trembled—not from Gaea, but from him. The ocean roared in the distance, its waves rising as if sensing his call.
Then, with an earth-shaking boom, a geyser of pressurized water erupted beneath him, tearing apart the stone shackles that bound him. He shot upward with the force of the blast, flipping midair and landing with a splash of seawater at his feet. His body ached, but he forced himself to smirk.
"You're gonna have to do better than that," he taunted.
Gaea's eyes darkened, her form twisting with barely contained rage. "Very well," she said. "Then let us end this farce."
With that, the storm raged around him, his personal hurricane howling with raw, untamed power. Winds whipped at his clothes, rain lashed his skin, and the entire battlefield was caught in the chaos of his storm. Percy stood at the eye of it, his breathing ragged but his grip on Riptide firm. The sea was in his veins, roaring for battle, but even now, he could feel exhaustion dragging at his limbs.
Gaea stood opposite him, her form shifting between solid rock and flowing earth, her eyes glowing with fury. The battlefield trembled under her presence, fissures cracking open as jagged spires of stone erupted around them. She moved with slow, deliberate menace, unfazed by the storm.
"You struggle so hard," she said, her voice a rumbling echo of earthquakes and landslides. "But you are already finished, little hero."
Percy didn't answer. Instead, he swept his hand forward, sending a tidal wave crashing toward her. The water surged, wrapping around her body, seeking to crush her under its weight. But Gaea merely laughed. The earth beneath her feet absorbed the water in an instant, leaving nothing but dry, cracked ground in its place.
"You cannot drown the earth, child."
Gritting his teeth, Percy launched forward, his hurricane bending with him. The wind sharpened into blades, slicing through the stone spikes Gaea hurled in his direction. He closed the distance in a blink, slashing Riptide at her core. The blade met resistance, grinding against her hardened skin before breaking through. A bellowing roar shook the air as platinum ichor spilled from the wound.
The ichor of Primordials.
Gaea snarled and lashed out, her massive stone fist colliding with Percy's ribs. He barely had time to reinforce himself with water before he was sent hurtling through the storm, skidding across the battlefield. Pain flared in his side, but he pushed himself up, coughing.
Around him, the war raged on. Jason was locked in combat with his fathers bane, his sword flashing as lightning crackled in the stormy sky. Piper and Hazel moved like a deadly shadow, cutting through monsters with terrifying precision.
Annabeth—
His gaze locked onto her, fighting her way through a wave of monsters, her dagger a blur of celestial bronze. Relief settled in his chest—until he noticed something strange. The ground around her feet had started to shift.
Then he saw it. The earth was swallowing her.
Panic flared in his gut, and he turned sharply, his gaze darting across the battlefield. It wasn't just Annabeth—the other demigods fighting the giants, even Olympians, were being slowly wrapped in earthen chains, their struggles growing weaker as they were pulled downward.
Gaea was binding them, one by one.
"No!" Percy roared, summoning a violent surge of water to blast at the bindings. But before he could send the attack, Gaea's fist of rock slammed into the ground, sending a shockwave that shattered his focus.
"Too slow," she mocked. "You cannot protect them all."
Percy's heart pounded as he staggered back to his feet, the storm around him intensifying. He was running out of time, and Gaea knew it. He could feel his strength waning, his vision darkening at the edges. But he couldn't stop.
Snarling, he shot forward again, his storm roaring with him, Riptide flashing as he aimed for her heart.
The battlefield trembled as Gaea let out a low, rumbling laugh. "You fight well, little hero," she mused, "but you are still too late."
Percy barely had a moment to react before the ground split open. A massive earthen spear, jagged and glimmering with power, shot toward Annabeth's stone prison at blinding speed. His instincts screamed, but even with all his speed, he wasn't fast enough.
The spear struck home.
The force shattered the top of the coffin, sending a shockwave through the battlefield. Percy's heart stopped. A choked breath caught in his throat as he saw blood pooling, seeping through the cracks of the stone. Annabeth—his Wise Girl—was gone.
Something inside him broke.
A guttural roar tore from his throat, raw and primal. The storm around him exploded outward, morphing into a raging tempest. The air thickened with moisture as the skies darkened to an inky black, rain pounding against the ruined Acropolis. Lightning cracked in jagged veins across the heavens. The ocean answered his fury—the ground beneath them trembled as water surged forth, not just from the sky but from deep underground, bursting through cracks in the earth like geysers.
The hurricane roared to life, a force of nature answering its master's call.
Gaea faltered. For the first time, there was something in her gaze beyond amusement—concern.
Percy raised a hand, and the storm obeyed. Water surged upward, forming into massive humanoid figures, each the size of mountains. They loomed over the battlefield, their translucent forms shifting like living waves. Armed with jagged tridents and blades of compressed water, they turned their glowing eyes onto Gaea.
She barely had time to react before the first colossus swung. A tidal-force strike crashed into her, sending chunks of earthen flesh flying. Percy didn't give her a second to recover. He was already moving—a green blur streaking across the battlefield with impossible speed.
Gaea swung a massive arm of hardened stone, but Percy ducked under it, slashing with Riptide. The celestial bronze left a deep gash along her form, and this time, she staggered. Her power was waning. Binding the Olympians had drained her more than she'd let on.
With a flick of his wrist, Percy sent a barrage of water torpedoes screaming across the battlefield. They struck the earthen prisons holding the gods and other demigods captive, shattering the stone bindings like glass. Poseidon was the first to break free, his sea-green eyes locking onto Percy in shock before turning toward the battle.
"He's—" Poseidon began, but there were no words for what his son had become.
Percy barely registered the gods' reactions. His focus was singular. Gaea had taken everything from him. And she would pay.
He charged again, his speed unnatural—faster than any demigod, faster than the wind itself. Riptide became an extension of his fury, slashing and striking in a blur of celestial bronze. Gaea bellowed in pain as another water colossus drove its trident into her side, pinning her momentarily. Percy didn't hesitate.
He leaped, twisting midair as he brought Riptide down with every ounce of his strength.
The blade pierced her chest, sinking deep into the very essence of her being.
A scream—deeper than sound, older than time itself—ripped through the battlefield. Gaea convulsed, her form crumbling, breaking apart like a landslide. The storm intensified, howling as if the very earth was mourning her fall.
Then, silence.
Gaea's form shattered completely, dissipating into dust that the wind carried away. The monsters and remaining giants collapsed where they stood, their essence unraveling as their mistress fell. The war was over.
Percy stood amidst the destruction, his breathing ragged, his body trembling. Riptide, the sword that had been with him through everything, fractured in his grip, the celestial bronze breaking into shimmering fragments.
He took one step forward, then another—his vision swam. The world tilted, and he felt himself falling.
Darkness took him before he hit the ground.
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The battlefield had fallen into an eerie stillness. For a moment, it was as if the entire world held its breath. Then, Percy Jackson collapsed.
Poseidon was the first to react. In a blur of sea-green energy, he teleported directly to where his son was plummeting, catching him just before he hit the shattered remnants of the Acropolis. Cradling Percy in his arms, the sea god's usually stern expression was twisted with worry.
"Apollo!" Poseidon's voice boomed across the battlefield, commanding and desperate all at once.
A flash of golden light signaled Apollo's arrival. The god of medicine knelt beside them immediately, his hands glowing as he assessed the damage. His brows furrowed as he took in Percy's injuries—his body battered and dripping with blood, his breathing shallow.
"Five broken ribs," Apollo muttered, his hands hovering over Percy's chest, scanning deeper. "A fractured spine, broken wrist, shattered arm, broken leg… severe bleeding, internal punctures, and—" he let out a heavy breath, his usual easygoing demeanor absent. "Extreme overuse of energy. He's not dead, but he's close. His body is trying to recover, but it's going to take time. A lot of time."
Poseidon tightened his grip on his son. He had seen Percy endure countless battles, push himself past limits that should've been impossible. But this… this was worse than anything before.
Around them, the battlefield was shifting. The demigods and gods who had been imprisoned were now free, thanks to Percy's last-ditch effort to destroy the chains and coffins that had held them. The Olympians, though weakened from their temporary imprisonment, were regaining their bearings. Zeus looked furious—perhaps at the humiliation of being trapped, perhaps at the realization that Percy had once again been the key to their survival.
But there was no time to focus on that. The war was not entirely over.
Despite Gaea's defeat, the monsters that had once fought with blind loyalty were now faltering. Many were already fleeing, their morale shattered with the fall of their primordial leader. Others, however, fought on, either too enraged or too mindless to realize they were on the losing side. The demigods, fueled by renewed hope, pressed forward.
Jason and Piper fought side by side, the son of Jupiter summoning storms to scatter enemy ranks while Piper's charmspeak sent weaker monsters into a panic, forcing them to retreat.
Nico and Reyna carved their way through the battlefield, Nico's Stygian blade a blur of death as he summoned skeletal warriors to aid their cause. Reyna, as fierce as ever, led the Roman troops, her sword flashing in the moonlight as she cut down any monster foolish enough to stand in her way.
Frank, in the form of a massive grizzly bear, tore through enemy lines with terrifying force, while Hazel sent massive spires of precious metals erupting from the ground, impaling those who tried to advance.
Annabeth…
There was no Annabeth.
The realization struck some of them at different times. Some had seen it happen—the devastating moment when Gaea had sent an earthen spear straight into the coffin holding Annabeth, ending her life before anyone could stop it. Others were too busy fighting to have noticed, but as the dust settled, as the victory drew near, it became more and more apparent.
The weight of it sank in, but there was no time to grieve yet. The battlefield demanded their focus. The monsters needed to be vanquished.
The gods began joining the fight, cutting down the remaining stragglers with swift efficiency. Ares laughed as he charged headfirst into a horde of cyclopes, his bloodlust at its peak. Artemis and her hunters rained arrows upon the fleeing monsters, ensuring none would escape to rebuild their ranks. Even Hades himself rose from the ground, his skeletal horsemen charging forward, bringing doom to any creature foolish enough to remain.
Within minutes, it was over.
The battlefield, once a chaotic storm of violence, was now eerily silent. The Acropolis was in ruins, the scars of battle etched into every stone. The air was thick with the scent of blood and destruction, but the war—at last—was won.
Poseidon looked down at his son, still unconscious in his arms, and exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. The gods had won. Olympus had been saved.
But at what cost?
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That's a wrap for the first chapter of the new story! Let me know what you guys think.
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