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hyacynta · 2 years

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why does no one talk about that meeting chiron was busy at during tower of nero? the meeting between different godly pantheons to discuss a crisis?? he saw bast and mimir??? they created a joint task force???? like that's surely setting up another crossover spinoff book?????

#i read toa before magnus chase and kane chronicles #so i thought that meeting would show up in one of them #but no it's something we still haven't learnt about #trials of apollo #toa #rrverse #riordanverse #mcga #magnus chase #kane chronicles #tkc #tower of nero #pjo chiron #the trials of apollo #ttoa #tkc bast #mcga mimir

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legendaryevokercupcake · 1 year

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Reasons I don't like Rick Riordan:

Chiron's characterization. This son of a titan raised so many actual, mythological Greek heroes (Achilles, Patroclus, Odysseus, Heracles, Jason, I could go on) and he did it damn well. He's not just gonna send a bunch of kids into a war with absolutely zero context on it, and he's not just going to abandon them when they leave camp. If you want to write a book about Greek mythology, taking characters from Greek mythology, then maybe you should actually read some Greek mythology.

Nico's existence. Hades is famous for being the one guy who never cheated on his wife. The one person who tried to sleep with him got turned into a mint plant. Nico cannot exist in Greek mythology because Hades would never sleep with Maria.

Athena having kids. Athena is a maiden goddess. She doesn't sleep with men. She thus cannot have biological children. Even if we are going the magic route, she still likely wouldn't even give a man a second (or let's be honest, first) glance.

Ares wouldn't lose. Ares wouldn't lose to an experienced fighter like Heracles or Achilles, he won't lose to some random kid, even if the kid IS a child of Poseidon.

His one Muslim character worships a god who is not Allah. This is against Muslim religion. She is a Valkyrie. This is against Muslim religion. She takes off her hijab in front of men who are not her biological and/or legal family. This is against Muslim religion.

He blocked fans who asked him (politely) to apologize, explain or even acknowledge his wrongdoings.

I could make more of these if people want them. I'm autistic and one of my fixations is Greek mythology (Notably NOT Percy Jackson) so I know a thing or two, and I'm literally part Scandinavian so I can slander Magnus Chase with my whole heart and soul.

If you want a good Norse mythology book, read the Iron Druid series. Leif is an absolute icon and his relationship with Hal is everything you could want in a ship, platonic or romantic. Atticus' dog is adorable and, as much as Atticus himself irritates me sometimes,

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artemx746 · 10 months

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I’m writing an AU and all I’m gonna say is Chiron’s gonna have a lot of questions in the next meeting with bast and Mirmir

#pjo #Chiron pjo #kane chronicles #mcga #bast tkc #Mirmir mcga #fanfic #Don’t ask about this it will be finished when it is finished

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wisteriaiswriting · 4 months

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Hi! Could you write hcs for Percy,annabeth and grover with child of hephastus! Adoptive! Older sibling (basically a demigod who kinda adopts them and guides them thru demigodhood and their life, I imagine the reader is 19/20)

(Bonus points if the kids find the reader sneaking off from camp to like see a secret partner (i imagine its a crossover w the kane chronicles,aka the reader's partner is some magician from the house of life,but doing hcs for just some secret lover also work) and the kids using it for blackmail)

Thanks in advance

𝔸𝕕𝕠𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕆𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

Words: 502

This doesn't include the Kane chronicles part.

ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕪 𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕠𝕟:

This kid. He asks you about the weirdest things, mainly about items that hold no relevance to him. Rarely anything important, like the gods or battle.

For an only child he knows how to be the youngest. Especially the clingy type that openly looks up to you.

If he saw you sneaking off, there’s a chance he won’t know what you’re doing. But he will accidentally spill it to a few people. (Being Annabeth and Grover)

***

“So, what's that?”

Surprised by the voice you tighten your grip, almost throwing your project. Turning around to find Percy, leaning over your shoulder, right in your face.

“Okay 1, step back,” Using your hand you push him away, “2, you don’t know what a sword is?”

“I do! It’s just yours is–”

“Kinda weird? Yeah, it's not usable, at least yet.”

“Like a prototype?”

“Exactly.”

“Now, are you going to leave or help me?”

“I’m helping!” His first action of helping was to grab the nearest item, which wasn’t good.

“Percy!”

This kid definitely needs your help.

𝔸𝕟𝕟𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕙 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕤𝕖:

Most times when she needs your help she won’t ask you, seeming as she is an Athena kid. But still knows when to relent, asking for your help, especially about weapons and machinery.

Out of the three she seems like the middle child, having learnt to care for herself. But it doesn’t stop her from admiring you.

She won’t actively blackmail, bringing it up when it’s convenient. Oh she has some chores? Wouldn’t it be a shame if suddenly Chiron knew about your little escapades?

***

It was the Athena Cabin’s turn for chores, which wouldn’t normally happen. Either way Annabeth wouldn’t do them, as she had a simple surprise in her sleeve.

“Y/N?”

“Annabeth,” It wasn’t an ideal time for disruptions, as you are currently building something. “What do you need?”

“As you know my cabin has to do chores, and I’m not.”

“Why wouldn’t you?” That had you paying attention, spinning to see her. “You're an Athena child, surely you're smarter than that.”

“Oh, I am, you sure aren’t.”

“Huh… You wouldn’t.”

That seemed like a threat but she knew better, waving you off as she left.

“They’ll need you pretty early tomorrow.”

𝔾𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕌𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕕:

Already smarter than the other two. Whether or not he needs help you’re the first choice within seconds.

Also younger sibling like, except this one tends to watch and listen, sometimes including his input.

If he saw you leave he’ll try not to say anything, eventually failing and soon the other Satyrs know. They’ll be the ones blackmailing you.

***

“You sure about this?”

“Yeah!”

“Alright then, grab me the wrench.”

You watched Grover look through your tools, reaching for a few before pulling away.

“All good?”

“Yep…” Even as he answered he looked unsure, “On second hand,”

There it is.

“Red handle,” Now he got it, reaching for the few red handled tools. Grabbing the right one before handing it over. “That one?”

“Yeah, now you want to help build?”

“Nah, I’m good…”

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x male reader #annabeth chase x reader #annabeth chase x male reader #annabeth x reader #grover underwood x reader #grover x reader #grover x male reader #wisteria♥

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to-fly-with-clipped-wings · 26 days

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A Sea of Sorrows -> Act 1, Part 1

Act 1: the Fall of the Gods

Dear Percy. This was the year the Gods fell from Olympus, and I fell from you. I miss the us from that year. I wonder, did either of us know what was in store?

Series Summary: A chronicle of the moments you fell in love with your enemy, Percy Jackson. An epilogue to your fate and an epitaph to your grave.

AKA in a universe where you are a traitor to Camp Half-Blood. This is an ode to the boy that led to your downfall: Percy Jackson.

Series Masterlist

Percy Jackson Masterlist

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . *

i. Against all odds, you would say that you were looking forward to the Yancy school trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Yeah, you didn’t really care about art or architecture or the weird little naked statues of the gods (you definitely didn’t appreciate that), but you were looking forward to your first extraction mission as a demigod — even if this little outing of yours couldn’t be considered a quest, and even if it was long overdue.

See, the thing was. Being undetermined was a disease in the world of Greek mythology, and it was a disease that followed you like the plague. it was a curse when your Godly parent refused to claim you, refused to acknowledge you. You were cursed from the start, cursed to run around, seeking kleos, and for what?

For absolutely nothing.

That was something no one let you forget. From your spot on the floor in Cabin Eleven (there wasn’t enough space for you to have an actual bunk), to the brown mass of curls on Grover’s head that frantically kept glancing back at you to make sure that no monster had snuck up on you during the last thirty seconds he hadn’t been looking at you. It even took Chiron about three years worth of convincing to let you go out, as he used the same reason (excuse) over and over again: you aren’t claimed. You don’t know how to defend yourself. It is too dangerous.

That’s what it always boiled down to.

You weren’t claimed, fine. You could live with that. Probably. You didn’t need to be claimed to be able to fight either. Since your mother’s passing four years ago, you had become a year round camper so you had more training under your belt than, say, ninety percent of the Apollo cabin. Yet, even they were allowed to leave camp and get up to all sorts of nonsense.

Were you not enough for your godly parent to look up from whatever divine duties they needed to do? Were you not good enough for your godly father to come down to save your mother when she was on her deathbed? You weren’t even sure if your father knew your name.

You weren’t claimed, and it bothered you. And clearly, it bothered the entire camp too. Not being trusted to do quests or missions, being sent pitying glances from your spot at the Hermes table, limiting your value to who your godly parent was as if that was the only thing that made you, you. Maybe you should’ve just been grateful you were a demigod at all, although sometimes you seriously doubted that. Perhaps you were even just a mortal girl with exceptional Clear Sight.

Who knew? (Well obviously the gods did, but they were stuck on their thrones in Olympus doing who knows what.)

Anyways, you forced all those stray thoughts out of your mind. It did you no good to wade in your sorrow, especially if no one else thought it was enough to care about. You despised your father, but you could keep it to yourself (for now).

You sent Grover a small smile when he glanced back at you again.

Next to you, Percy Jackson, pulled a face.

Percy was a thirteen year old boy. With staggering sea-green eyes, black hair and tan skin, he was the half-blood Grover had called Chiron out for. For a year, it had been you, him and Grover fighting your way through the hell-hole that was Yancy Academy. Between failing classes, cheating off each other during tests (and failing those anyways because apparently both of you sucked at academics equally) and throwing dirt into Nancy Bobofit’s eyes, whenever she threw her weird bits of peanut-butter-and-ketchup sandwich on Grover, you would say that you and Percy were probably each other’s closest friends. Throughout the year, you and Percy had become each other’s anchor. You shared the burden of academic challenges, often finding peace in the fact that if you were going to fail, at least you’d do it together.

There was a certain comfort in Percy’s company, a sense of acceptance that was rare and maybe even precious. He never looked at you with eyes of thinly veiled judgement that others often did, nor did he offer unwanted pity, that felt more like a burden than a comfort. It was probably because he had no idea of his demigod heritage, but with Percy, you were just you. Unclaimed, perhaps, but never unseen.

You liked Percy’s company, and considering he was your best friend, you were impatiently waiting for the day Chiron gave you the all clear to return to Camp Half-Blood. There you and Percy could spend your days picking strawberries, sparring, whatever it was you two wanted to do. And hopefully, Percy would end up being unclaimed, or maybe even the son of a minor god, so you could ride out your days in the Hermes Cabin forever. Maybe one day, you would even be promoted to getting a bunk. That would be especially great.

“Excited for the trip, Major?” Percy grinned at you.

(Major was the name Percy had started calling you out of the blue when the two of you first met. You didn’t know what was going through his head when he’d thought of it, or if had even been thinking at all, to be honest, but it unfortunately stuck.)

You sighed, tilting your head on your seat so you could glance at him through the corner of your eyes. “Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”

Ahead of you, Grover squawked when Nancy Bobofit threw another bit of her sandwich at him.

“I’m going to kill her,” muttered Percy, his eyes darkening at the red-headed girl. You patted Percy’s knee, trying to stop him from leaping at Nancy on the bus. She sucked, but it wasn’t worth Percy getting expelled from Yancy just yet.

Chiron — sorry, Mr. Brunner, led the museum tour.

It wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen before. Ancient Greek armour (that you knew weren’t that ancient), pots with little dancing figures painted on them, steles with, to no one’s surprise, weird naked statues of gods running across them. It was really nothing special, just the usual artsy stuff mortals were crazy for, but you did get a kick out of Percy snapping at Nancy when Chiron was rumbling about something to do with Greek depression or something.

“Will you shut the fuck up?” Percy gave her his nastiest stink-eye.

Everyone laughed. You nudged Percy’s shoulder, and he turned his gaze to you, kicking your shoe in retaliation, before remembering that Chiron and Mrs. Dodds were still there, and they didn’t look all that happy with Percy’s interruption.

Mrs. Dodds was an interesting character. She despised Percy with all of her being (not heart, you weren’t sure if she had a heart), but you would say she had a soft-spot for you. Like whenever she gave Percy after-school detention for blowing up a bin or something, you would turn, smile at you and give you this weird melted candy bar that tasted oddly like hot fudge and sea salt?

While the chocolate was a much appreciated gesture, you didn’t enjoy the way she snapped at Percy, and you agreed that there was something off about her. Like in the way she wasn’t exactly… normal? But you doubted anyone would listen to you anyways, and if Chiron hadn’t picked up on it, then it probably wasn’t important.

“Mr. Jackson,” began the centaur in disguise. “Did you have a comment?”

“No, sir,” said Percy, his cheeks burning red.

Mr. Brunner pointed to one of the pictures on the stele. “Perhaps you’ll tell us what this picture represents?”

Percy looked to where he was pointing. He nodded slightly, indicating that he knew the answer to that question (if he didn’t that was fine anyways, you would’ve just whispered it to him). “That’s Kronos eating his kids, right?”

“Yes,” Mr. Brunner said, raising an eyebrow. “And he did this because…”

“Well… Kronos was the king god, and —”

“God?” Mr. Brunner asked.

You flinched slightly when Percy said it; you didn’t think the gods would be willing to hold back if they caught him making that little comment. The gods had incredibly short fuses, and it was often their temper that caused the most destruction — like when Ares shot that one archduke back in 1914 and started World War 1.

“Titan,” Percy fixed. “And…he didn’t trust his kids, who were the gods. So, um, Kronos ate them, right? But his wife hid baby Zeus, and gave Kronos a rock to eat instead. And later, when Zeus grew up, he tricked his dad, Kronos, into barfing up his brothers and sisters—”

“Eeew!” squealed some girl from behind you. Honestly same, random girl, same.

“—and so there was this big fight between the gods and the Titans,” Percy powered through, “and the gods won.”

Nancy Bobofit mumbled, “like we’re going to use this in real life. Like it’s going to say on our job applications, ‘Please explain why Kronos ate his kids.’”

You didn’t like Nancy much, but there was probably some merit to her question. The gods cared so much about themselves, that one day they probably would manage to hijack mortal job interviews into a pop quiz of ‘what is Aphrodite’s favourite brand of perfume’ or ‘write a one thousand word essay on why Zeus is most supreme god, explaining clearly why his brothers Poseidon and Hades suck ass.’

You rolled your eyes.

“And why, Mr. Jackson,” Brunner said, “to paraphrase Miss Bobofit’s excellent question, does this matter in real life?”

“Busted,” Grover muttered.

“Shut up,” hissed Nancy, her face even brighter red than her hair.

Percy looked pensive for a moment, the most pensive you’d ever seen him apart from when he needed to decide between blue cookies or blue jelly beans. “I don’t know, sir.”

“I see.” Chiron sighed. “Well, half credit, Mr. Jackson. Zeus did indeed feed Kronos a mixture of mustard and wine, which made him disgorge his other five children, who, of course, being immortal gods, had been living and growing up completely undigested in the Titan’s stomach. The gods defeated their father, sliced him to pieces with his own scythe, and scattered his remains in Tartarus, the darkest part of the Underworld.”

Kronos. The name sent chills up your spine. The Titan lord who had once ruled before the gods, now a whisper from the past, yet his legacy lingered like a shadow. As Chiron recounted the tale, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of foreboding, a sense that the history of the gods and Titans was not as distant as it seemed.

Your gaze shifted downwards to your trembling hands. You clasp them together to try and steady them. The tales of gods and Titans, of heroes and monsters, they all seemed like distant echoes of a world you were forced into but never truly belonged. You felt the weight of your unclaimed status, a constant reminder of your place, or lack thereof, in this mythological tapestry.

You watched Percy. His fate was yet to unfold, and you couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy. He had a path, albeit unknown to him, but you… you were adrift in a sea of uncertainty, a ship without a sail.

The gods, those mighty beings who played with the lives of mortals and demigods alike, they were the root of your turmoil. How easy it must be for them, to watch from their celestial thrones, to judge and to ignore the pleas of their children. Your mother, a casualty of their indifference. She was a life that could have been saved.

And yet, despite the anger that simmered within you, a rage that threatened to boil over with each passing day, you found yourself paralyzed. To hate the gods was one thing, but to act against them? That was a line you weren’t ready to cross. Not yet.

So you clung to the fragile hope that one day, perhaps, they would see you. That one day, your godly parent would claim you, would acknowledge your existence. Until then, you were a torn heart caught between the desire for vengeance and the need for acceptance.

In the days to come, I would stand by you as you discovered the truth. But, when the weight of your destiny became too much to bear alone, my greatest regret was that I could not stand beside you. Your bond was a testament to the strength that friendship and loyalty could bring. Mine was a testament to the darkness and hatred of our world.

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . *

ii. The days after that were a tumultuous mess. You hadn’t understood them yourself.

There was an emergency call back to camp. You and Grover had pulled up to Percy and his mother who were at Montauk Beach, stolen his step-father’s car, drove it all the way to Camp Half-Blood in Long Island, got attacked by Minotaur of all things (it was your first time seeing a monster in real life), then Mrs. Jackson had gotten killed Avengers: Infinity War style and finally, Percy had somehow slain the beast.

He had passed out for a couple of days after that. You took care of him in the infirmary, spoon-feeding him ambrosia, checking his temperature and redressing any bandages. Sometimes, Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, would come in to critically assess Percy with her storm-grey eyes, as though he had mortally offended her or something, before telling you to readjust his pillows and stalking out.

Annabeth scared you a bit (a lot), but with the arrival of Percy and the possibility of him being the one to take her on a quest outside of camp, she had begun to hang around you more often. She was very passionate about architecture, and was also pretty funny when she didn’t look like she wanted to slit your throat.

You were pretty happy that Chiron had recruited you and Annabeth to show Percy the reins at Camp Half-Blood.

(Although, you weren’t entirely sure why he had asked Annabeth as well, considering that Percy knew you better than he did her, and she had the tendency to freak out new campers. But you guessed it had to do with your ‘lack of understanding of Greek mythology because you were undetermined.’ Like you could control that)

Anyways, you and Annabeth caught Percy up to speed about Camp Half-Blood, and you were only about half-way through when Clarisse La Rue, daughter of Ares, stumbled across you and decided to graciously give Percy the ‘half-blood initiation ceremony’, which was really just sticking his head in the toilet. Before you could fist-fight Clarisse however, what happened after that was what you liked to call The Great Toilet Incident of ‘05, which you were certain went down in camp history and cemented Percy’s place in the darkest parts of Clarisse’s pitch black heart.

“I’ve got training to do. Dinner’s at seven-thirty,” Annabeth said flatly, still dripping wet. “Just follow Major to the mess hall.”

You looked at her in surprise. You didn’t know how she picked up the nickname. You guessed that Percy really did talk a lot in his sleep.

“Guys, I’m sorry about the toilets.” said Percy, not sounding very sorry.

“Whatever.”

“It wasn’t my fault.”

Annabeth looked at Percy sceptically.

The toilet thing probably was Percy’s fault, but you found yourself opening your mouth to defend him anyways. “He doesn’t know how to control his demigod side yet. He only found out he was one of us hours ago.”

She gave you a crippling stare, before sighing and nodding. “Percy, you need to learn that this is your home now.”

“No it’s not!” he protested, crossing his arms.

“It is, Percy,” you offered him a meek smile. “It’s our home, for kids like us.”

“You mean, mentally disturbed kids?”

“I mean not human. Not totally human, anyway,” you said. “Half-human.”

“Half-human and half-what?”

“I think you know,” prompted Annabeth.

“God,” Percy’s brows furrowed for a moment before his eyes widened with realisation. “Half-god.”

You nodded. “Your father isn’t dead, Percy. He’s one of the Olympians.”

“That’s…crazy.”

“Is it? What’s the most common thing gods did in the old stories? They ran around falling in love with humans and having kids with them. Do you think they’ve changed their habits in the last few millennia?” Your tone grew bitter as you spoke and you glanced at the ground, trying to hide your glare.

“But if all the kids here are half-gods—”

“Demigods,” Annabeth said. “That’s the official term. Or half-bloods.”

“Then who’s your dad?”

You raised your head to look at them. You thought that he probably should’ve been able to guess Annabeth’s godly parent by now — she was basically her mirror reflection after all.

“My dad is a professor at West Point,” Annabeth said. “I haven’t seen him since I was very small. He teaches American history.”

“He’s human,” you summarised to Percy.

Percy looked confused again.

“What?” snarked Annabeth at him. “You assume it has to be a male god who finds a human female attractive? How sexist is that?”

“Who’s your mom, then?” Percy crossed his arms.

“Cabin six.”

“Meaning?”

Annabeth straightened. “Athena. Goddess of wisdom and battle.”

Percy regarded her, and then turned to you. “Who’s your parent, Major?”

“Ah, well.” You laughed nervously, scratching your cheek. “Er, you know how the kids back in cabin eleven were talking about being undetermined? That’s me. That’s why I’m still stuck in the Hermes cabin, because I haven’t been claimed yet.”

Percy’s eyebrows shot up, and he took a step closer, his expression shifting from surprise to something softer, something that didn’t need words. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said, his voice as steady as a ship in calm waters. “Being undetermined doesn’t make you any less of a demigod, right?”

He looked at Annabeth who nodded sincerely. Even if she hadn’t agreed, you didn’t think for a second that Percy would have cared. That was just the sort of person he was.

“And who knows,” he continued, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smile that seemed to chase away shadows, “your godly parent might claim you any day now. Until then, I’ve got your back in cabin eleven, alright Major?”

You felt a swell in your chest, a tide of emotion that left you momentarily speechless. You were touched. It astounded you how Percy could be calm — gods, somehow comforting you when he had just been through what were the worst few days of his life. You couldn’t help but crack a smile. Percy had this way of making the world seem okay, even when it felt like you were holding up the sky.

“Thanks, Perce,” your lips split into a smile. “I’ve got your back, too.”

The two of you grinned at each other before realising Annabeth was still there.

“Do you know who my father is, then?” Percy asked.

“Undetermined,” Annabeth said, “like I told you before. Nobody knows.”

“Except my mother. She knew.”

“Maybe not, Percy.” Annabeth frowned. “Gods don’t always reveal their identities.”

“My dad would have. He loved her.”

You watch Percy, his face a mix of hope and confusion, and you can’t help but feel a surge of protectiveness. The gods, they’re so distant, so wrapped up in their own affairs that they forget the very children they bring into this world. They claim love, they speak of duty, but when it comes down to it, where are they? Not here, not when Percy needed them, not when his mother needed saving. Not when anyone needed anything, but themselves.

It’s a harsh truth. The gods are selfish, caught up in their eternal games, their politics. They don’t bother to save a mother, to comfort a son, to reveal their identities and embrace their children. They leave you all to fend for yourselves, to figure out the world without a guide, without the assurance of a parent’s love. He believes in a father’s love, a love that should have shielded, should have saved. But it didn’t, and the silence from above speaks volumes.

But you, you won’t let them get to Percy. Because unlike the gods, you know what it means to care.

Don’t you?

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . *

iii. That night, as the world around you faded into the quiet hush of slumber, a curious sensation took hold—a dream, or so it seemed, yet not quite. Dreams were fleeting. They often slip through the fingers of your mind, vanishing from your memory once you woke up. But for some strange reason, you felt the trickling trail of deja vu climbing up your spine.

You think that you’ve had this dream before. Probably.

A shiver of recognition danced up your spine, a whisper of memory that felt like an old friend—or perhaps a ghost from the past. It was a dream that had etched itself into the grooves of your mind, returning with the silent stealth of a cat prowling in the night.

You strained to recall the last time this dream had visited you. It could’ve been a year ago, a month ago — even last night. But you did know that you’d had it. This dream had treaded the halls of your sleep before.

In the realm of dreams, you found yourself wandering through an ancient forest, the moonlight casting ethereal shadows upon the ground. The air was thick with the scent of pine and the whisper of leaves. The moon, a sliver in the sky, provided scant illumination, casting long, haunting shadows that danced between the ancient trees. Your footsteps were muffled on the forest floor, as though the earth itself conspired to keep your passage secret.

As you ventured deeper into the heart of the woods, a creeping fog began to rise, slithering between the trunks like a living being. It seemed to follow you, to surround you, and with it came a cold that seeped into your bones. The mist grew denser, a tangible presence that drew closer with every passing moment.

You reached out, fingers brushing against the cool vapour, and felt a presence—an ancient, powerful force that had been lurking in the corners of your dreams for as long as you could remember.

And then, without warning, the forest fell away, and you found yourself standing at the edge of a clearing. The mist swirled here, gathering strength. From the heart of the mist, a figure materialised. It was tall and imperious, its form shifting and wavering as if woven from the fog itself. Its eyes, when they met yours, were bottomless pits of darkness, and you felt yourself falling into them.

“Child,” it spoke, and the words seemed to resonate with the very fibres of your being. “I have watched you, and I know the suffering you’ve been dealt by the gods.”

“They have wronged you, as they have wronged me,” the figure continued, the mist swirling with every gesture. “They sit in their celestial palace, blind to the struggles of those below. But I see your potential, your desire for justice. Together, we can make them regret.”

In the quiet of your dream, your heart stirred. You did not know who this figure was or what he wanted from you, but his words reached you. The gods, those distant watchers, had become but silhouettes against your tribulations, their figures blurred by the tears of your unanswered calls. Beings who had turned their back on you, refused to acknowledge when it mattered. Left you unclaimed, left your mother to die, left Percy’s mother to die and since the beginning of time, left humanity to suffer in a cyclic torture.

And, so close, was the embrace of the mist — echoing your fury, validating your resentment.

“Why should I join you?” you asked, though part of you already yearned for the vengeance he promised.

“Because your rage is a weapon that can reshape the world,” the mist replied, its form growing more defined, more commanding. “The gods fear what they cannot control, and they cannot control the fury of the heart. Join me, and we will turn that fury into a force that will shake the heavens.”

The dream held you captive, the reality of it as undeniable as the mist that enveloped you. The mist’s words were a poison, sweet and lethal, but before you could utter another word, as the dream reached its peak, as you teetered on the cross-roads of a decision that could alter the course of history, it began to unravel.

The forest, the mist, the towering figure of the mist — all faded into the ether, leaving you alone in a barren land of tempestuous silence.

You awoke with a start, the remnants of the dream clinging to you like cobwebs. An anger still simmered within you, stoked by something you could not quite place your finger on. An unsettling feeling rose and fell with every breath you took.

What just happened?

You tried to think back to your dream that night, but as you’d found yourself everyday for the last couple of months, you couldn’t remember a thing. Well, maybe except for a pressing throb within the depths of your mind.

Strapping your head-piece securely on, blue plumes spilling from the top. Your armour was strapped on and you were decked out in metal from head to toe. You double-checked that your sword was tucked into your sheath before joining the Athena alliance in their march for the Capture the Flag match.

You quite liked Capture the Flag. It was one of those games where you had to do something and everyone got to run around and play — albeit, Camp Half-Blood kids did run around like headless chickens most of the time.

Percy scrambled to catch up with, tripping over his shin-guard that was a few sizes too big for him. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you grinned at him.

“So what’s the plan?” He asked. “Got any magic items you can loan me?”

You shook your head. “Nah. Sorry. Magical items are things you get from your godly parent when they feel like it. I haven’t got anything.” you waved at your basic sword for effect. “That’s why I usually go with one of the spare swords from the training shed.” You pointed at his pocket. “You’ve got Riptide, though, haven’t you? That’s more than enough.” Percy shrugged. “I don’t have it anymore, it vanished. I’m stuck with a regular, boring sword like you.” You frowned at this. Didn’t Chiron give it to him? He should still have it, shouldn’t he? “That’s strange. Just make sure Clarisse’s spear doesn’t touch you, it's electric and stings like hell. Annabeth will handle getting the banner from Ares.”

He gave you a lopsided smile. “Okay, Major.” He said ‘Major’ with the same tone you would call someone ‘Bossy’.

You laughed before catching him by the strap of his armour when he tripped over again. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

“Border patrol, whatever that means.”

“Ah,” you nodded. “That’s easy. Stand by the creek, keep the reds away.”

“What’re you doing?” You rubbed your chin thoughtfully. “I think I’m supposed to be a decoy for Luke when he runs for the flag.”

Percy looked at you appraisingly. “I guess you do look like him. I see how that would work.”

He swerved to avoid getting a faceful of the dirt you’d kicked up at him with your shoes.

Percy then started chasing you down to the creek where the Athena alliance were planting their flag, similar to how the satyrs would chase the dryads near the strawberry patch albeit a lot slower because of his armour that was triple his body weight.

You stopped when you reached the silver flag, causing Percy to topple into you and send the both of you flying into the ground. You laughed, tugging the boy up with your hands and punching him in the shoulder. He huffed before waving at you and walking down to the creek to assume his duty of border patrol.

You went to stand by Luke.

Overall, you would say Capture the Flag was a success.

The Athena win streak was not lost this match, and you got to beat down one of the Hephaestus kids with your sword, which was always a pretty good bonus. The blue team cheered loudly, carrying Luke on their shoulders as he waved the Ares flag about in the air. You were going to join them when you saw Percy, drenched in water, arguing with the air.

“I told you. Athena always, always has a plan,” said the air before shimmering and revealing Annabeth with her invisible yankee cap.

“A plan to get me pulverised,” snapped Percy. His arms were crossed as he stared down the daughter of Athena.

“I came as fast as I could. I was about to jump in, but…” She shrugged.

“You didn’t need help?” you suggested, popping up between them.

Percy’s glare dropped as he saw you. “Sup, Major. I’m guessing decoying for Luke went well?”

“The best,” you agreed before noticing the wound on his arm. “How did you do that?”

“Sword cut,” He said, rolling his eyes. “Stupid Clarisse and her pig-headed minions.”

“No,” Annabeth interjected sharply. “It was a sword cut. Look at it.”

You watched, incredulous, as the blood disappeared. Where a gaping wound had been, only a faint line lingered, and even that was fading fast. In moments, it dwindled to a mere scratch, then vanished as if it had never been.

The smile slipped from your face.

“I—I don’t get it,” he said.

Annabeth was deep in thought, face wrinkled in concentration, and you could only imagine the intense mental gymnastics happening behind her gaze. “Step out of the water, Percy.”

“What—”

“Just do it.”

Percy emerged from the creek, hair plastered to his face and body bone-tired, but strangely enough, completely dry. He swayed on his feet, and you reached out to steady him, your touch firm.

“Oh, Styx,” Annabeth cursed. “This is not good. I didn’t want…I assumed it would be Zeus.…”

You could only meet Percy’s gaze in a muted horror.

Of course you’d picked up on Annabeth’s train of thought. But the revelation left you reeling. You couldn’t believe it. I thought… of course they wouldn’t stick to the oath. This —... the one thing! How could they? What?

Your jaw clenched, and your grip on Percy tightened unconsciously.

Percy opened his mouth but before he could say anything, a canine howl reverberated throughout the forest.

Everyone tensed and Chiron barked out “Stand ready! My bow!”

Above you, a monstrous creature crouched on the craggy ledge, its silhouette massive against the sky. Its eyes burned like coals from the depths of a forge, and its massive jaws bristled with teeth, each one as lethal as a freshly honed blade. It stared down at you with an intensity that pierced through your body.

A hellhound. Your eyes widened, gripping the handle of your sword.

Nobody moved except you, who yelled, “Percy, run!”

You tried to step in front of the boy, your sword clutched in between your fingers. The hellhound barked, and although you expected it to forget Percy and redirect its course to you, it dove past you (ignoring you completely) and ripped into Percy’s armour.

You didn’t look back as Chiron and the Apollo cabin took care of the hellhound, focusing on Percy whose chest was blooming with deep, red bloodstains.

“Percy!” You cried out, dropping to your knees beside him. Your fingers fumbled with his chestplate, trying to ignore the slick, warm blood that coated your hands.

“Di immortales!” Annabeth exclaimed. “That’s a hellhound from the Fields of Punishment. They don’t…they’re not supposed to…”

“Someone summoned it,” Chiron announced, trotting over. “Someone inside the camp.”

The dead body of the hellhound melted into the shadows, presumably returning back to the Underworld, only, you didn’t care. What you cared about right now was Percy Jackson who was drenched in blood with a horrific gash torn into his body.

“You’re wounded,” Annabeth told Percy as if no one knew that. “Quick, Percy, get in the water.”

You draped Percy’s arm around your shoulder, helping him step into the creek with little protest.

“Chiron, watch this,” Annabeth said.

As Percy staggered into the creek, the water seemed to greet him like an old friend. The blood that had painted his clothes a grim crimson began to dissolve, carried away by the gentle current. You watched as the gruesome wound in his chest closed before your very eyes. The torn flesh knit together, leaving not even a scar behind. It was as if time had reversed, as if the claws of the hellhound had never touched him.

But that wasn’t the part that stunned you the most.

“Look, I—I don’t know why,” Percy tried to apologise. “I’m sorry.…”

“Percy,” Annabeth said, pointing. “Um…”

There was a sign above Percy’s head, an unmistakable one that no one did not know. A hologram of green light, spinning and gleaming. A three-tipped spear: a trident.

“Your father,” Annabeth whispered. “This is really not good.”

“It is determined,” Chiron stated solemnly.

Campers knelt around you, even those from Ares’ cabin, though they did so grudgingly.

“My father?” Percy was bewildered.

“Poseidon,” said Chiron. “Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God.”

A shadow was drawn upon your face, eyes fixated on the trident above Percy’s head. The throb in your head returned and all you felt was a torrent of fervent, quivering, absolute rage that coursed through you.

I know that it wasn’t your fault, Percy, but at that moment, I couldn’t think of anything else.

iv. Being a demigod was a curse.

It was a relentless burden, especially when you had been confined within the walls of Camp Half-Blood for four years, and still, your divine parent remained a shadow, unclaiming and aloof.

You found yourself in the misty lands of your forest dreamscape. This night, the mist gushed and swirled around you, almost preparing to engulf you within it.

You lifted your face to the heavens, rain simmering on your face like little angels doting you with frigid kisses, each drop mingling with the silent tears that trembled down your cheeks. It was almost as though you were praying, but you knew better than that.

Prayer had once been a solace, a hope, but now it felt like a bitter reminder of divine neglect.

You didn’t pray often, actually, you avoided the thing all together. Why pray to gods — a god, who has forsaken you? You lifted your face to the heavens, rain mingling with the tears on your cheeks. Prayer had once been a solace, a hope. Now, it was a bitter reminder of divine neglect.

Your heart seethed with a silent fury, a hatred for the gods who had ignored your existence, even as they favoured others. The injustice of it all burned within you, a fire that no rain could extinguish.

Beyond the visceral surge of anger, there was a profound sense of betrayal — a feeling that the gods had once again overlooked your years of waiting and longing for recognition.

With a heavy heart, you spoke into the storm, “You could have saved her, but you didn’t.”

The words hung in the air. “My mother. She was one of your most faithful, but, when she needed you most, you turned away. Why? Was her devotion not enough?”

The silence that followed was your answer. “You say you watch over us, you care for us, but where were you?”

Your voice broke as you continued, “And what about me? For years, you ignored me — you still ignore me. For years, you left me to fight for myself in a world that you created. I don’t understand. We’re your children, aren’t we? Aren’t we supposed to matter to you? We deserved better.”

“You’re supposed to be our parents. We deserve someone who would fight for us, who would value our lives. But what do we get instead?! Fucking selfish deities, with all the power in the entire goddamn world who leave us to suffer and die in some sick game you orchestrate just because you can!”

“You don’t understand! I’ve waited my whole life for just a sign from you. Our whole lives revolve around you! What more could you want from us?” The tears of the sky dripped onto your shaking form. “You claim Percy like it’s a joke to you. Two days after he learns you even exist, you take him into a world you’ve barred me out of for my entire life!”

The thunder seemed to mock your pain, and you trembled with a mixture of cold and fury. “You take him from me, like I haven’t suffered enough. You take, take, take until there’s nothing more to give! What do you want from me?!”

You were screaming at the sky now, head pulsing with nothing but red-hot rage. “I’m done waiting! You’ve shown me exactly what we mean to you — nothing!”

Something clasped your shoulder.

Turning around, your heart caught in your throat. Your eyes trembled, pupils dilated at the sudden contact. As you turned away, a presence enveloped you, not the warm embrace of a father, but the cold touch of something ancient and powerful.

A dark mist surrounded you. The air crackled with static, a lingering feeling of something you couldn’t quite name.

“I can help you,” he whispered, his words slithering through the air. “The gods have overlooked you, ignored your potential. But I see it. Together, we can overthrow them, claim the justice and recognition you deserve.”

You stood still, the realisation dawning on you like a cold sunrise. This was Kronos, the Titan King, the very essence of time and treachery. The air around you grew colder, the mist swirling with a newfound intensity.

The mist around you thickened, and Kronos’s voice became more insistent, laced with false promises. “I can help you,” he whispered again, the words slithering through the air like a serpent.

“Think of it,” he continued, the mist now taking on a more convincing form, a figure of authority and power. “With my aid, you could rise above the gods who have wronged you. Your suffering will not be in vain. We will make them pay for their indifference. Pay for how they left your mother all those years ago, how they abandoned you and your fellow demigods for their own selfish desire.”

You felt the anger and sorrow within you stir, manipulated by his words. It was a dangerous game he played, but in your heart, the seeds of rebellion had been sown.

“Join me,” whispered Kronos.

“Yes,” you found yourself saying, the word escaping your lips before doubt could take hold. “Yes, I will join you.”

With a resolve born of grief and betrayal, I turned my back on the sky and walked away. That was the moment I swore my life to Kronos. It was the moment, I think, that sealed our fate.

I wish I could’ve said sorry to you, Percy, when I had the chance.

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Random fun fact: Major is anti-government and hates taxes 🥶😊, she also likes liquorice

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self-esteem-eater · 3 months

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hello writers/reader/artists/anyone who needs this! this post is a collection of riordanverse facts! most of this stuff is from either riordan.fandom.com or rickriordan.com, thanks rick!

interactive maps:

camp half-blood: https://rickriordan.com/extra/a-map-of-camp/

camp cabins: https://rickriordan.com/extra/camp-half-blood-cabins/

camp jupiter: https://rickriordan.com/extra/camp-jupiter/

the underworld: https://rickriordan.com/extra/map-of-the-underworld/

+ argo II map: https://rickriordan.com/extra/argo/

descriptions of mythological things:

monsters: https://rickriordan.com/extra/chirons-guide-to-greek-mythology/

gods: https://rickriordan.com/extra/meet-the-greek-gods/

egyptian magic: https://rickriordan.com/extra/about-egyptian-magic/

egyptian history: https://rickriordan.com/extra/greatest-hits-of-egyptian-history/

series wikis:

percy jackson and the olympians: https://riordan.fandom.com/wiki/Percy_Jackson_and_the_Olympians

the heroes of olympus: https://riordan.fandom.com/wiki/The_Heroes_of_Olympus

the kane chronicles: https://riordan.fandom.com/wiki/The_Kane_Chronicles

magnus chase and the gods of asgard: https://riordan.fandom.com/wiki/Magnus_Chase_and_the_Gods_of_Asgard

the trials of apollo: https://riordan.fandom.com/wiki/The_Trials_of_Apollo

others:

series interactions: https://riordan.fandom.com/wiki/Series_Interactions

daily schedule (chb): https://rickriordan.com/extra/daily-activity-schedule/

thats all i have for now, but feel free to add on anything! hope this helps and lots of love <3

#percy jackson fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #rick riordan #riordanverse #fanfic #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus #kane chronicles #argo ii #link

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stylintwirlforu · 3 months

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*spoiler if you haven't read every book in Riordanverse*

so in The Tower of Nero, Chiron mentions talking to a 'Severed head and a cat' about some mutual problem.

I can definitely say that he's talking to Mimir from Magnus Chase and Bast from Kane Chronicles.

This is such a big crossover! a 'mutual problem'....Ik it sounds kinda ridiculous but what if there’s gonna be an even bigger problem, one involving all pantheons across all cultures?

I would definitely want a Greek/Norse/Egyptian crossover!

#percy jackson #pjo fandom #magnus chase #mcga #tkc #kane chronicles #riordanverse #pjo hoo toa

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lucivver · 8 months

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in the ToA the tower of Nero, what emergency meeting does Chiron go to with a cat and a severed head ? Is the Cat Bastet from Kane Chronicles ? Is the severed head the „dude“ from Magnus Chase ?

Help I need to know every crossover easter egg ?!

#percy jackson #trials of apollo #toa apollo #chiron #pjo fandom #apollo #rick riordan #riordan verse

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dhampiravidi · 1 year

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the sun and the star: unpopular opinion

ok I'll start by saying: I only read the Riordan Wiki entry/summary for the book, so that's all I know. Maybe I missed something.

this is, IMHO, the most fucked-up YA book I have ever heard of. Now, I am a fan of the Percy Jackson series & the Kane Chronicles (HOO was meh & I didn't want to read the Trials of Apollo, despite liking Apollo as a god as far as my pagan/academic sense goes).

I don't like when a book shoves two teens together. Yeah, I know Nico & Will were a thing prior to The Sun and the Star. I was actually happy for them. But I have never liked when a book basically puts two teens in an INCREDIBLY stressful situation & they start acting like they're getting married (by doing things that adults normally do pre-marriage). I can name a few YA couples that do this. (TL;DR: they declare their love a bunch of times & end up with some shadow monster kids that even make Chiron raise an eyebrow.) I just...just because you go through something with someone, it doesn't mean you guys end up in a romantic relationship.

I also don't like narrative confusion or plot holes. Again, just me reading the wikia page & making comments...but you mean to tell me that Hades (who American media has historically demonized, that's another story) KNEW Nico was in the Underworld & NEVER helped him? Persephone (who, based on past Riordan books, has a decent relationship with her husband) didn't tell Hades that Nico was in the Underworld/in danger? Apollo didn't help Will at ALL? Oh yeah, and despite there being a "Lucky Number Three" rule as far as quests go (check The Titan's Curse), Will & Nico just...didn't ask anyone? Because it was so cute for them to make it a date or something...?

The trauma: realistically, it's good that Nico confronted some more of his trauma. But to make it a QUEST? As if it was somehow HEALTHIER for Nico to take his boyfriend, someone he cares deeply about, into one of THE MOST DANGEROUS PLACES ON EARTH...then go to a therapy supervised by, I don't know, camp counselors? Or Dionysus, a god whose domain might translate into modern mental healthcare? Or...*whispers* a certified therapist with The Sight? Yeah...I'm someone who has a form of PTSD. So to see this was not a smiley face. I didn't like it.

Teeny things that irked me: the dude who raised cattle now is dating a cow-person (I mean, everybody has kinks, I guess), Will getting a new power out-of-the-blue (yeah, FUCK all that training at CHB), them just HAVING to interrupt Percy during school for advice (I might let this pass, since Percabeth DID survive Tartarus earlier & Percy's my #1 BAMF demigod dude)...yeah.

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bluesadansey · 4 months

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Okay I’m just seven minutes into the first pjo episode and I wasn’t planning to liveblog but it turns out I kind of have to so here we go!

(in my tlt reread I’m right around the start of the quest so the part of the book these episodes cover is v fresh)

• Walker is perfect not surprised. Generally all the cast is Sally’s affect is different than how I imagined it and that’s the only one that throws me off a bit but I can get on board the actress is very hot also which correct

• I like the portrayal of Percy as lonely and how his dyslexia is portrayed (words visually coming off the page as opposed to how the movie has characters explain it to the audience)

• If the bit about Medusa means her portrayal will be a change from the book I’ll be happy

•the dubious look on Percy’s face when Chiron gives him the pen amazing

• Grover mentioned a Mr. Kane? A Kane Chronicles reference in my pjotv that’s sweet

#s watches pjotv #s speaks #s watches #riordanverse

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liketolaugh-writes · 2 years

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Hey, fun fact: I bought some books of Greek myths and apparently one of the reasons Percy didn’t summarize how the first Titan War went in the first book is… we just don’t fucking know. Like, every reading-the-books fic I’ve ever read makes a crack about Percy summarizing it as ‘there was a big war and the gods won,’ but we actually, literally don’t know ANY details. The poem that originally chronicled/outlined that war was called the Titanomachy, and other poems reference it, but the epic itself has been lost to time. It’s like if we had all this shit referencing the Iliad and the Odyssey but we didn’t have the fucking text.

Of course, Chiron could probably help with that. So maybe the kids in that classroom are some of the only ones who do know what happened.

#percy jackson #pjo

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typicalsolangelolover · 1 year

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Request rules: -you can request head cannons or a fanfic because I do both. -I do angst, fluff, AUS, comfort, ships, light gore, and other stuff outside of the riordanverse but it's rare. -I will not do smut/lemon, crossovers, kane chronicles or magnus chase(I haven't read them yet), podfics(an audio recording where I read it to you), songfics(when someone sings the story), heavy gore, and PWP. -I mostly do character x reader but I will also do character x character if requested. -Platonic and romance are ok but if it's romance I don't write up to more than 4 people in a poly relationship because it can get messy. -Please try to be specific. For example, "Can you please write Poly Will and Nico with a male reader who is having an anxiety attack? Preferably angst at the beginning and comfort at the end." -If you want something specific to happen in the story or the reader to have specific traits, please let me know. -You can also request specific traits for characters but I will be less likely to use them unless it's an AU. -Please don't request if it says requests are close, I'll just ignore it if you do. Also, please know that even if requests are open, I may not always except something. In those cases I just won't respond to them or write anything for it.

Characters I write for:

PJO: Percy, Annabeth, Chiron(reader will be an adult) Travis, Conner, Thalia, Luke, Rachel, Bianca(platonic only), Zoe(Platonic only), Grover, Selena, Katie, Nico, Calypso, any of the Greek gods or goddesses(reader has to be a god/goddess)

HOO: Jason, Piper, Leo, Frank, Hazel, Reyna, Octavian, Lavinia, Will

TOA: Meg, Apollo as Lester(the only time the reader does not have to be a god/goddess)

#pjo hoo toa

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saiyan98 · 1 year

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Estelle and The Mark of Arachnid: The Trident of Poseidon (Chapter 9 + Filler about Sam's new powers)

[First Chapter] - [Previous Chapter] - [Next Chapter]

Chapter 9: I Gotten Myself in a Sticky Situation

Disclaimer: The following is a non-profit, fanbase series. Percy Jackson and the Olympians; Heroes of Olympus; Trials of Apollo; Kane Chronicles and Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard are owned by Rick Riordan. Spiderman or any concept of him are owned by Marvel Comics and Sony Entertainment. Please support the official releases.

Okay, so the first thing that came to my head was not something like, ‘Sam! You’re on fire!’ Or ‘Such devastation…’ (If anyone understands THIS reference, you will be an honorary friend for life); instead, my first reaction was literally, “HOLY CRAP! SAM, YOU LEARNED ULTRA INSTINCT!”

Ugh, I got to take a break from anime, Sam as well. Anyways, Mitch got back on his feet and asked, “The hell is Ultra Instinct?”

Before I could answer, Daniel replied, “It’s a technique in Dragon Ball that even gods struggle to master! It’s one of the most powerful techniques that Goku was able to master after Dragon Ball Super!”

“Hold up!” I yelled. “You watch Dragon Ball?”

Daniel looks at me with confusion, as if it’s common sense.

“Who doesn’t know Dragon Ball?”

“Can you guys shut up about cartoons and deal with this first?!” Mitch yelled.

At that moment, a murder was about to be committed.

“How am I friends with you?” Daniel replied.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind was blown at us from Sam’s position.

“I don’t care how strong she is, I beat her before, I can do it again!”

Mitch charges at her, but she dodges all of his attacks. The way she moves though was smooth and effortlessly; as if she’s just water itself. I’ve seen enough martial arts movies to tell… kind of.

“Why won’t you stay still?!”

Daniel answered, “If it’s like Ultra Instinct… okay, not a lot of time to explain but basically she’s just really good at-”

“DODGE!” I yelled as that strong tingling sense intensified.

Before Mitch could attack, he heard what I said and ducked down, a gust of wind flew past him and hit a tree, cutting it in half. Mitch saw the tree and shuddered at the immense power she demonstrated.

“Okay, nerds… let’s, uh, say I believe you now. Where do we go from here?”

Don’t quote Cell. Don’t quote TeamFourStar. Don’t quote TeamFourStar Cell.

“We just need to hold out long enough until she wears out. Though, I don’t know how long that’ll be,” Daniel explained. He’s not wrong, whatever Sam is going through, eventually she’ll have to get tired. Right? I mean that usually works in anime so I presume it should work in real life, right?

“ESTELLE!”

I look behind me and see Percy, Annabeth and Chiron heading toward us. I guess Jessie told the three about my note. Eh, it’s fine. I knew it was bound to happen, I just hoped that I would’ve finished the game before I got caught. Though right now, we have bigger problems.

“Hey Percy,” I said. “I know you're mad, but we have bigger problems right now. Sam is going berserk for some reason, and she has an immense aura surrounding her.”

Percy ran forward and picked up a shield that was on the ground. He uncapped his pen and it transformed into a sword. Sam reacted as Percy charged and sent another powerful gust of wind toward him. He blocked it with the shield, but he was pushed back a bit but still standing.

“Damn! What power!” Percy yelled.

Chiron was shocked and said, “It can’t be…”

“Estelle, get back! Mitch, Daniel, You’re with me. We’ll try to wear her down and knock her out.”

“Percy! Wait!” I yelled but the three already charged at Sam. I bet you’re thinking, ‘three boys against one girl? That’s cruel. Well, it would be if it weren’t for the fact that Sam has gotten an OVERPOWERED ABILITY AND IS DODGING LIKE A BOSS.

Piccolo would be proud.

“Estelle!” Annabeth ran toward me and asked, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Annabeth. But, what’s wrong with Sam? She’s… different.”

“That… is Aura,” Chiron replied.

“Aura?” I asked. “What’s that?”

“… Aura is-”

[PAUSE]

You’re probably thinking, ‘Isn’t this supposed to be about Estelle Blofis becoming a hero? Basically, a Marvel Story?’

Well, yes but you see… Sam awoke something that was deemed to be considered impossible to achieve and it’s a really complex thing to talk about. Most likey, it’d take a while to explain what this Aura is. So for now, we’ll put a pin to that and focus more on the fight. But trust me when I say this, Samantha Stacy has become a Shonen Anime Main Character, no joke. After this fight, I’ll explain what Aura is, I promise. For now we’ll talk about the basics.

[FAST FORWARD]

“-a strong energy source that dwells within all living creatures, especially the gods. What Samantha Stacy is doing is unlocking the full potential of Aura, which only gods themselves can do.”

“Woah… so she’s something special herself, isn’t she?” I commented.

Annabeth nodded, “Indeed, but it was only a theory. We never were able to confirm the existence of it. But seeing it now… It’s astonishing.”

“Okay, but… you know what, we’ll talk about it later. For now, we need to stop Sam from hurting anyone,” I said.

The three boys tried to knock out Sam, but she was too fast and kept dodging every attack. She hasn’t even moved out of her spot, like Percy and the others weren’t much of a challenge. Suddenly, a strong wave of energy burst out of Sam and pushed everyone back.

“Such power!” I yelled. “Just where is she getting all this power?!”

Percy was down on one knee but Mitch and Daniel are down. Percy kept on the offensive, but Sam was just too fast for him. As Percy tried to make her trip, she did a backflip and jumped on top of a branch of a tree nearby.

Percy cursed quietly as the rest of the campers arrived at the scene. Chiron informs everyone to stay back as Percy tries to calm down Sam. I got up and ran toward Sam.

“Estelle! Get back!” Percy yelled but I ignored him. If fighting won’t calm her down, maybe I can. At least, I hope so.

“Sam! It’s me, Estelle! Can you hear me?” I said.

Sam jumps down on the ground and faces me. The aura that surrounds her is immense but it’s starting to cool down a bit.

“That’s right, Sam. It’s me, no one is going to hurt you. I promise.”

I kept talking as I walked closer to her. Percy was trying to tell me to stay back but I looked at him with an expression that says I can handle it. Annabeth does it all the time and he listens. I may be over my head, but Sam is my best friend, and now technically my sister, so I gotta do whatever it takes to help her.

“Come on, Sam. You don’t have to be scared. I’ll always be there to help you out, remember? We’re sisters… well, technically we are now since you’re a daughter of Athena and Annabeth is one as well so- I’m getting off track. Look, just listen to my voice and be calm. I got you.”

Talking to her is working. The aura is dimming and she’s starting to wobble a bit. As I got closer, I heard Mitch and Daniel slowly getting up. Percy tells them to stay away from us as I try to calm Estelle down. Unfortunately, Daniel accidentally hit a small twig and it snapped, making a noise that startled Sam. She reacted quickly and was just about to fire another gust of powerful wind towards him.

“SAM! NO!” I yelled as I tried to reach her hand. Then, something crazy happened. There was this green magic circle that appeared on my sleeve. As I try to reach Sam's arm to avoid Daniel getting hurt…

THWIP

I suddenly shot out a ball of web fluid toward her hand, which made her miss and shoot upwards. Of all the things that happened in just a week, that was the most bizarre thing to ever occur. Monsters attacking us in a museum? Classic start of an adventure. Learning about the existence of monsters and gods? Seen enough Supernatural so I’m used to it. My family being demigods themselves (excluding my parents)? It explains everything about them.

But the fact that I just shot out a small threadball of web out of nowhere was the strangest thing to ever happen. And to add to that, that tingling sensation keeps happening whenever I’m in combat or about to get attacked. That can’t be just a coincidence, right?

Sam’s energy skyrocketed and burned off the web in her hand and faced me.

“Sam! Calm down! It’s me! Listen to my voice!”

But she wasn’t listening as she now aimed her hand at me. The tingling grew and then I ducked and tried to make her trip by instinct. But Sam jumped, but it’s what I want her to do. As she jumps, I grab her by the legs and she falls down. We landed near a puddle that was nearby so we got a bit wet, but the energy around her just vaporized it completely.

Oh man, I feel bad for the dude (or girl) that’ll break her heart.

“SAM! STOP!” I yelled.

Suddenly, I heard her mutter something.

“What? Talk to me, Sam!”

“...Dad… don’t… go…”

At that moment, I understood what was happening. Sam is still unconscious and is having a nightmare. Another burst of energy emerged and pushed me off of her. Sam got back up and charged at me. Percy was about to intervene, but I told him to stop. As Sam was about to punch, I dodged thanks to that tingling sensation. I kept dodging all of her attacks as I noticed that as time passes, her attacks are getting weaker. I can tell because of the heat, it was cooling down. If I can just get her to wake up, she’ll go back to normal. As I kept dodging, I tried to wake her up by talking. Seems like she’s still having nightmares about what happened to her father. I wouldn’t blame her, watching the only blood family you have die in front of you can be traumatizing. But I won’t abandon her.

I noticed that those magic circles that appeared on sleeves are still there. I don’t know how I did it, but I tried to use them again at Sam’s feet.

THWIP

It worked, though I figured that since it was just web fluid I thought, ‘What if it’s like Spiderman and I gotta do a certain hand signal?’ So I did the Spiderman web shot gesture and it worked. It made Sam imobile and unable to escape. Though normally, she’d just burn off the web fluid but she’s losing more and more of her immense strength.

I just gotta hold out a little longer. Sam was starting to yell out of nowhere, it seems like her nightmare is getting worse.

“Sam! Wake up! It’s only a nightmare!” I yelled.

“Don’t… Leave me! Dad!” Sam yelled.

The Aura grew hotter and stronger. Out of pure instinct (not the tingling one, but mine), I rushed toward her and hugged her.

“Sam… it’s okay. I’m here for you,” I said. “Remember what you told me, back in kindergarten? You said that you want to be as strong as me. Well you are, but you need to wake up and control that power. It’s yours and yours alone. You dream of having an adventure ever since you read those books. And remember Final Fantasy? Sword Art Online? Danmachi? You dreamed of having adventures like that, right? Well guess what; your dream will become a reality. And you’ll make more friends along the way.”

Sam's eyes were starting to close and the aura that surrounded is fading. Next thing I knew, she collapsed in my arms.

“I got you, Sam. I got you.”

She groans as she opens her eyes.

“Stella? Wha-,” Sam jolted up. “What happened?! Did we lose? I blacked out for a moment and…” Sam notices the crowd that surrounds them. “Did something happen?”

I chuckled, “Yeah, I’ll explain later. Let’s get you up.”

I got up and gave Sam a hand.

“Estelle!” Percy yelled.

“It’s fine, bro. She’s okay, no one got hurt… mostly.”

Percy just stood there with a shocking expression. In fact, everyone was.

“What?” I asked. I heard people muttering and whispering about something. “Don’t worry, Sam’s awake now. She won’t cause any troubles as soon as we figure out what the heck her powers are and-”

“Estelle Blofis,” Chiron interrupted. “It’s not Samantha that concerns us right now.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Stella?”

I looked back at Sam and saw her with the same reaction as everyone else, except she was looking above me.

“What is it Sam?”

She gestured for me to look up and I did. I saw a big symbol floating above me but I couldn’t tell what it was. Plus, how could I be claimed in the first place? I’m 100% mortal.

“Sam? What god or goddess is it claiming me for?”

“None…”

“Then what’s the symbol?” I asked.

She replied.

“...A Spider…”

Oh…

Suddenly, everything that was happening around me was making sense now. The Spider that bit me and disappeared; the tingling sensation on my body; the magic circles and web shooting and the crazy dream I have been having lately. And my first reaction?

“Ah… Crapbasket. Percy, do we have an Uncle Ben?! Cause I’d be very concerned about his safety right now.”

[Filler Explanation on next part. Not necessary to read unless you're curious about Sam's powers]

So… that happened.

Well… I have some time before we can start the next scene so…

I guess I can talk about what was happening to Sam earlier. Just to clarify, this is a theory Annabeth made with the help of Chiron and the Kane Family in the past. To start, it’s called Aura, it’s an energy source that dwells within all living creatures; like the Force in Star Wars. The gods themselves have better control of it because they are the living embodiment of Aura. It’s like this, for every prayer or thoughts related to the gods, Aura energy manifests those thoughts and creates the gods. How that even happened in the first place is still a mystery, but that explains how the gods and monsters exist and why they keep coming back. The stronger the beliefs, the more powerful the being becomes.

However, even Gods themselves cannot master Aura. It has three category types:

Mind: Basically, Aura can increase the ability your mind can handle. For example, you can be quick to adapt and can use any weapons available. Telepathy, Telekinesis, flying and other types of mind powers. IQ’s are also considered to be related to Aura as well. Annabeth theorized that Aura: Mind can increase or decrease IQ levels of a person, making them more intelligent in certain types of fields.

Body: This type affects more on body types abilities such as superhuman strength; speed; instinct and more. It also involves powers such as transformations and breathing underwater. Annabeth theorized that the more powerful Body is, the weaker Mind will be as well. But, the person using this type will become very powerful, and may even rival gods.

Spirit: Now this one is not in Annabeth’s expertise, it’s more of a friend of hers, Carter and Sadie Kane. Spirit does not involve body or mind but rather having some control on Aura on the area around the person. A great example of this is pretty much that it’s magic itself. The Green Mist? Symbols and Names? Sorcery and Curses? These are all types of abilities that Spirit users can use. Carter and Sadie believe that the stronger the will of a person, the more control they have on Spirit. They even theorized that these abilities can manifest as beings if such will is powerful enough.

If you want a more simpler analogy of each type its like this:

Aura: Mind = Charles Xavier/NewTypes in the Gundam Series (bunch of whiny telepathic kids committing war crimes).

Aura: Body = Shapeshifters/Inhumans or Metahumans/Transformations similar to Dragon Ball (From Super Saiyan to Ultra Instinct).

Aura: Spirit = Magicians or Sorcerers/ Stand or Spirit Users.

It’s kind of similar to Nen abilities from Hunter X Hunter. But what Sam did was almost impossible for a mortal to achieve, not even gods can master it easily. Sam used the full potential of Aura: Body which shuts down her mind and her body just reacted by pure instinct. It was basically the Autonomous Ultra Instinct from Dragon Ball Super. It was shocking for Chiron because Demigods can only use a fraction of Aura due to us being part-mortals. A demigod can use a fraction of two types of Aura while regular mortals can only use one.

For example, a child of Athena mostly uses Body and Mind types of Aura. A psychic mortal has some power related to Mind and a bodybuilder has endurance thanks to Body. Spirit-Types are more difficult to locate since they're mostly magic wielders or Spirit users. Gods can activate Aura at ease while mortals can not.

So… yeah… Sam basically just became a classic Anime Main Character in a modern society with monsters and gods in the shadows. Like a mixture of Supernatural, Demon Slayer, Hunter X Hunter, etc. Unfortunately, you won’t hear about her progress or adventures in my stories. She’s just starting her journey and when she’s ready, she’ll tell you all about it afterwards. Which sucks because what she told me was mind blowing! There’s not enough time to comprehend what she went through! I guess we’ll see in the future. For now, back to the story.

Author’s Note:

Sorry for the short chapter. I couldn’t think of a good way to prolong the fight and I don’t want to start the next scene until the next chapter. But I hope you enjoyed it. I also would like to make an announcement, coming soon in a future chapter in Wattpad and Archive of Our Own, I will also include a commissioned art piece of Estelle Blofis made by the same person who made the cover art for this story [@erabu-san]. I wish I could post it here as well, but it seems the website does not allow it. You can find it once I publish it (I publish each chapter in all three websites simultaneously) in AO3 or Wattpad. Same title and my author name too. I will announce it once it’s finished.

Again, I hope you enjoyed it. Next chapter will also be posted soon this month.

here's the cover art for the story (Also made by @erabu-san):