The Outlander

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Prologue:

Percy had grown accustomed to the red nether and its harsh conditions. Ever since he had dedicated his fate to stay in Tartarus, he had grown darker. Making harsher decisions. His spurt of power almost drowning the primordial of misery with her own tears of despair. It felt pretty good. The raw power making his enemies suffer to the highest degree. That was until he had seen Annabeth's terrified look. Ever since that look he had designated to let that power lay dormant, deep within himself.

Monsters had started reforming in Tartarus which meant that the rest of his friends had won. His own fields of gold dust near the Mansion of Night showing that he contributed to the war effort. Killing had become second nature to him. Monsters weren't people anyways. But he had no doubt in his mind that he would kill a human if they dared threaten him. His instincts of self-preservation taking over in such an evolved environment. His moral compass broadening on what was right from wrong. Perhaps back then he would've doubted killing a human or demigod, but now if they fell within his criteria where killing was justifiable, he wouldn't hesitate.

Living in Tartarus had become bland with the same cycle of eating, sleeping, and killing for survival. It was too repetitive in his opinion. The oddness of Tartarus itself was that he didn't seem to age. Which made things worse because he was destined to die a horrible death to an enemy instead of old age. Percy had remembered a quote one of his English teachers had constantly rephrased. Something to the words of life not being about longevity but making the best of their life as a whole.

Those thoughts resonated through him as he sat on the cliff in the Mansion of Night. His eyelids closed listening to the horrid screams from within Nyx's palace. His mind accustomed to such horrors. It was humorous to him. Ever since he was introduced to the demigod life he was fighting for his life throughout the two great prophecies. Doing anything humanely possible to survive. Yet, as he stood on the edge of the cliff facing the endless void underneath, he felt calm and peaceful. Death was welcomed, so he thought.

As he let himself fall face first into the void, he had an epiphany of the vast memories of his past life. His first quest, where he retrieved Zeus' lightning bolt. All the way down to saving Olympus from Kronos' army. They were colorful, almost as if he was reliving them at that very moment. Yet, those memories would carry themselves into his new destination. Somewhere where war was present. His life of being the hardened warrior never ceasing to end.

Princess Yue had been on her walks on the barren tundra where life was barely visible. Her walks were to escape the overbearing responsibilities of being betrothed to a man she did not love. While also escaping the worried looks from her father Chief Arnook and even the water-bending master Pakku. Everywhere she went a guard followed. Which was what made her walks all the more refreshing. The vast waters and icebergs constantly in her sights. Sometimes she had wished she was born to a different family. Escaping the burden of her obligations. But alas she was born to the Chief of the Northern Water Tribe and her duties were to the safety of her citizens.

However, fate was an interesting twist to everyone's lives. The hundred-year war taking a toll on the entire world. Prayers among all four nations were sent to any supernatural being within their world. The Water tribes praying to their spirits. Constantly hoping for the return of the Avatar to tilt the war in their favor. In addition to the Avatar, they got an outlander from a totally different world.

As Princess Yue was returning on her way back to her city, she noticed the blob of messy hair sticking out from a patch of snow. Her worried look alerting her sentry.

"Is it a spy?" Yue posed the question to her sentry who immediately unclutched the bone spear from his back.

"Princess Yue stay back." The sentry ordered as she interlaced her fingers worriedly.

The water tribe sentry poked the patch of black hair with the blunt end of the shaft. The figure unmoving from the disturbance. The sentry began to dig and soon the six-foot-tall demigod was on the even snow bed, eyes closed.

"My goodness. He must be freezing." Yue looked amazed as the figure laid on the snowy bed. A simple dark shirt as the only layer against the low temperatures from the North Pole.

"He's still breathing." Her guard confirmed as he noticed the figure's muscled gut rise up and down.

"Should we take him back?" Yue asked as she inched closer to see the tall teenager.

Yue first noticed the figure's height. Perhaps taller than most of the men within her tribe. His inky black hair was swept to the side from the constant gusts from the tundra. His chiseled jawline producing a more rugged look, which made him appear older. Yet she knew that he couldn't be much older than herself. His sun kissed skin was odd considering the sun wasn't as harsh in the North Pole. The figure was entirely different from most men from her entire tribe. As she continued to analyze the figure, she noticed his fists were clenched. As if he was experiencing a horrifying nightmare.

"I don't believe that is a good idea Princess Yue. We don't know where his loyalties lie." The sentry retreated from the demigod as he looked apathetic of perhaps letting him die to the cold conditions.

"We cannot leave him. Carry him back. We do not leave washed up refugees to pass away in this frigid cold." Yue ordered her sentry to pick him up. The sentry grudgingly listening to the Princess' demands as he propped up the stranger. Tossing the unconscious demigod's arm over his neck, noticing how heavy the stranger was…

AUTHORS NOTE: New story. Gasp. Well I started watching Avatar so why not. Also, this will be somewhat different from normal plotlines. So yeah.