Chapter 2:

Percy woke up a few hours later and looked around. His room wasn't really a room so much as it was the storage closet where Gregor stored all his grains and procure. But Percy didn't really mind, he wasn't much for luxury, after all he did spend the majority of his life sleeping on a mattress on the floor.

Percy sighed as he got up and stretched, his body ached, and his armour and things were packed away into a corner, just where he left them. He looked through them once more, finding the money and jewels he had hidden away in the various pockets.

Percy got up and walked out finding Gregor outside talking to another man. He looked over and immediately noticed Percy walking towards him. He ended his conversation with his friend and sent him off, turning to great Percy.

"Ah you're awake I see," Gregor greeted with a smile, "had a nice rest?"

"Very, thanks for that Gregor," Percy smiled, "what's the time?"

"I would say it's just about sunset," Gregor said looking at the sky, "are you hungry?"

Percy shrugged, "I could eat."

"Good, the wife has made some pot pie, I hope that will suffice," Gregor invited him into the house where his wife and Amelia were in the kitchen.

Percy sighed at the sight of the child, Gregor noticed this "do not feel bad Jackson, there isn't much you can do."

"I know, but…it just doesn't seem fair," Percy shrugged, "those men get to live while Amelia remains an orphan. It's sad."

"Yes, but such is the law, and it is not the place of common folk like us to questions it," Gregor spoke like a man content as he sat down motioning Percy to sit besides him.

As they ate dinner Percy questioned Gregor about the world he now lived in. Subtle prodding at first, like what the Wall as, or just why the Hades it existed. He answered as best he could, but Percy had a feeling he wasn't getting the whole picture.

As they finished dinner Gregor got up and stretched, "are you up for a drink Jackson?"

Percy froze, "a drink?"

"Yes, I was thinking of going down to the pub," Gregor motioned to the door, "do you wish to join me? Consider it my treat."

Percy blinked, "I ah, I can't, I'm underage."

The common man was confused, "what do you mean?"

"I am below 18, I can't drink alcohol," Percy blinked, 'no, wait, this is medieval times, was it the same here?'

"What?!" Gregor roared before laughing out loud hartley, "my boy that is ridiculous! A lad such as you can drink all you wish! What sort of people wouldn't allow a man the right for a drink?!"

Percy shrugged, "it's the law in my country."

"No offence Jackson, but your country sounds horrible," Gregor smirked.

Percy chuckled, "yeah, maybe."

"So? Do you wish for a drink?"

Percy shrugged, "yeah, why not? What's the worst that could happen?"

Gregor told his wife that they were going out and soon Percy found himself inside a pub that looked exactly like a tavern from a medieval movie. Drunks all around, people cheering loudly, the smell of freshly baked bread and the whiff of what smelt like vomit coming from near the back.

Personally, Percy was disgusted, but he hid it well.

Gregor took him to a seat in the back and ordered two jugs of mead. He turned to Percy and smiled, "have you ever had a drink before?"

Percy shook his head, "no, not really."

"Bloody damn shame that," Gregor sighed, "now, tell me more about your country Jackson, I'm curious. It sounds like a unique place."

Percy nodded as he did just that. Their mead arrived soon after and Percy took a quick sip. The watery liquid was thick and groggy, like chunky soad. Only instead of sugar he wa drinking alcohol. Not really amazing, but it was an experience.

"What? So you're telling me people elect other people to lead? Not kings?" Gregor asked for what must have been the hundredth time.

Percy rolled his eyes, "yes Gregor, that's exactly what I'm telling you."

"Bullshit."

"No, it's true," Percy shrugged, "honestly it's much better than the system you have here."

"No it isn't!" a man from the table across yelled out, "our king is our king! It's his children's right to gain the throne just like their father had!"

Percy shrugged, "and how many of those kings always turned out to be good?"

The man and the two others listening with him became silent. They looked at each other whispering in silent as they began to think.

"And how many times has one of the leaders you elected turn out to be bad?" A man further away called out. Percy blinked, he didn't realise so many people had been listening in on him talking.

"Well, honestly a lot," the man smiled, "but we always find out, and when we do we kick them out of office and elect someone else. Can you do the same to a king without killing half the country first?"

And once again the people were stumped, Percy smirked as he sipped his mead. Hm, this was tasting better. Maybe it was an acquired taste?

"So what is is special about your country?" Gregor asked, prompting a change in topic.

Percy hummed, "well lets see, we have a proper education system for one."

"What does that mean?" someone asked.

"It means everyone in the country is taught in a school."

"You mean like a maester?" the first eavesdropper asked.

"A what?" Percy looked surprised.

"A maester," Gregor explained, "he was the man with Lord Stark writing down the happenings of the court."

"You mean the guy wrapped in chains?" Percy asked remembering the man in question.

"The very same."

"Huh, what's so special about him?"

"He's a maester," a tall buff looking man explained, "he is a very learned man who trained for many years in the citadel. Each chain link he wears symbolizes a subject he has mastered."

Percy nodded, "I see, so like a professor?"

The man and the others looked confused, "I don't know what you mean."

Percy sighed, "right, sorry. But yeah, kind of like a maester. Every man, woman and child were trained similarly like the man, though not for so long. We do 12 years and then stop, many go for further studies, but a few don't."

"12 years?!" a man yelled out, "good Gods man! Why are your people so determined to waste away a fourth of their lives!?"

Percy blinked, "a fourth? What do you mean? The average life span in America is like, 80 years or something."

"80 years?!" they gasped. Gregor spoke quickly, "you mean the people who live in your land live upto 80 years?!"

Percy shrugged, "well yeah, a few more than that. Heck I think the oldest living person is a hundred or something. Compared to that 12 years is nothing."

And Percy had them hooked. He told them about his country and how it was founded, the principle that every man, woman and child, no matter their creed, colour or religion were treated equally.

When he was done he was assaulted with even more questions. Half the pub was listening to him talk, enchanted by his words, Percy was honestly surprised so many people were so damn curious.

"I have to say lad your country sounds like a dream," a sceptical man near the back of the enormous crowd Percy had gathered spoke up.

Percy shrugged, "maybe."

"Tell me, you mentioned other religions, do you have the Faith of the Seven there?" a man in a brown rag asked.

The other patrons grumbled, a man called out, "come on brown brother, can't we have one night without faith being involved?!"

Percy guessed this guy was a monk or something, and this Faith of the Seven must have been a religion here.

"Well I don't really know about any Faith of the Seven, but we do have a lot of other religions there," Percy shrugged.

"No Seven?" the man looked horrified, "what do you worship then?"

Percy hummed, "well, most don't really bother."

The people looked horrified.

"What?!"

"Are you all faithless?!"

"What land do you hail from?!"

Percy grumbled as the insults came washing over him. He slammed his mug on the table, "shut up!" the people stopped, "now, what exactly did I do wrong?"

"How can a country live without any faith?" the brown brother asked.

"Very easily," Percy shrugged, "we don't need religion to govern our lives, we aren't savages. Everyone in my country is educated, we know how to live comfortably and people don't die of starvation or in wars. What exactly should we pray to the Gods for?" the people looked confused, Percy was starting to make sense.

"So you don't practice any faith?" the monk asked, 'damn this guy's annoying.'

Percy sighed, "no, I never said that. There is one religion I believe in," he narrowed his eyes, 'considering I belong to it.'

"Well? What is it?" the brown brother asked.

Percy sighed, "do you guys really want to know?" they nodded, "well it's called Greek."

Gregor blinked, "Geek?"

"No, greek." Percy sighed, "there isn't really a name for it. There never was a need for a name. It's very old, back then people knew what you were talking about when you mention it."

"What is it?" a young man asked from behind the crowd. The people all turned and upon seeing the man they all quickly backed away.

"Lord Stark," they bowed and whispered at the red haired boy with blue eyes. Percy looked at him and the two others besides him. One was taller, with black hair and grey haunting eyes, he reminded Percy a lot of Lord Sean Bean. The other was a smiling lad with brown hair and gentle eyes, something about him made Percy like him.

"Please, don't stop, I want to hear more," the young man and his companions walked up to the table next to Percy's, immediately the men sitting there got up with their drinks and began to stand.

Percy blinked at he noticed all eyes were once again on him. 'was this normal for them? What a messed up world,' the demigod shrugged, "well okay then. Basically it all started with the Earth mother Gaea and the Primordial of the sky, Uranus."

"I'm sorry what?" the brown haired boy laughed, "what nonsense are you talking about? Earth mother? Primordial? Are you drunk already?"

Percy glared at the boy, nevermind what he thought before, this guy sucks.

"Enough Theon, let him tell his tale," the black haired boy glared at the boy. The idiot chuckled and shrugged, the black haired boy turned to Percy and bowed, "please, continue."

"Although some context would be appreciated it," the red haired boy spoke, "though Theon was crude about it, he was right. We aren't aware of these terms you use. So if you could, explain it to us."

"Right," Percy leaned back, "basically it's like this Gaia is the Earth, she's what we live on, what we farm on and the source of life. That's why we call her mother Earth. And Uranus is the sky, surrounding her like a protective shield, he is the air around us and the sky above. Got it so far?"

The monk nodded, "this sounds similar to the Father and Mother of our faith."

"Except the Father and Mother aren't the very land and sky themselves brother," the rough looking man argued.

"Right, anyway, Gaia and Uranus were married and out of their union came several creatures. Gaia loved them all, but Uranus, seeing that they looked nothing like him or his wife, by the way I have to mention, basically all the beings in the story look like us humans. They basically made us in their image…or maybe it's the other way around, who knows.

"Now, where was I? Oh, right, children. Every child Uranus had with Gaia he threw into Tartarus, which is basically our version of hell. Ah, you guys do have hell here yes?"

"Yes, we do, in fact we have seven," the monk explained.

Gregor scoffed, "you mean the Faith does. We who keep to the old faith have only one."

Percy shrugged, "yeah, sure. Anyway, he threw them all into Tartarus until finally Gaia gave birth to the Titans. Beings who looked beautiful and were powerful. The kind Uranus wanted. And so he was happy, but Gaia was not. She was heart broken to have killed all her children before, and so using the now fully Titans she had Uranus strung up and killed. And the Titan to lead the others into the killing of their own father was named Kronos."

The people in the bar hissed, a cold wind came into the pub startling Percy. His hands went to his pocket where he felt Riptide rest, he looked around, 'he can't be here can he? No…No, I must be imagining things.'

"Sounds like a horrible man, imagine killing your own father," one old man shook his head disappointed.

"Well you can't blame him," a younger man argued, "if your father had killed all the children that came before you, you would have done the same!"

"Kin slaying is never justified!" a man called out as a small argument broke out between the people.

"Alright enough!" the red haired Stark boy called out, "I wish to see this tale finished today, now seat down!" the people obeyed quickly as everyone once again turned to Percy.

"Are you willing to continue?" the black haired boy asked.

Percy waved away his concern, "I'm fine. Anyway, the Titans now ruled over the Earth, content, but Kronos, now the king among them, was restless. There was a prophecy, because he killed his father, his child would do the same to him."

"Ha! I told you!"

"Shut up old man!"

"Quite!"

Percy rolled his eyes, "anyway, yeah, needless to say Kronos didn't want that to happen, but he couldn't bring himself to kill his own children when they were just a babe. So instead, he swallowed them whole, trapping them inside of him." Que the disgusted looks, "one by one as his wife birthed their children, he would swallow them whole. Until the sixth child was born and Rhea, couldn't stand the sight of seeing her child eaten once more. So she hide the child, tricking Kronos, and the child grew.

"His name was Zeus, and he was powerful. He grew up not knowing his true heritage, but after a certain time it became obvious as he grew in power. He tricked Kronos into spewing his guts, releasing his brothers and sisters, these six were know as the Gods, and they began a war against the Titans.

"Zeus, Hades, Hera, Demetre, Hestia and Poseidon, they fought hard and eventually, they won. Selling their father away in Tartarus and punishing the Titans that chose to fight against them. They became the rulers of the Earth, each obtaining a domain for themselves.

"Zeus took out the mantle of King of the Gods and ruler of the sky's, the very same title his grandfather Uranus held. Hades took over the Underworld, the land where the dead go and live out the rest of eternity. Hera became Zeus' wife and the queen of the Gods, Demetre became the goddess of the harvest, Hestia became the goddess of the hearth and Poseidon became the god of the seas.

"Eventually there came more Gods, all sons and daughters of Zeus. Ares the god of war, Athena the goddess of warcraft and intelligence, Hephaestus the smith of the gods, Apollo the god of the sun, Artemis the goddess of the moon and virginity, Aphrodite the goddess of love, Dionysus the god of drinking and Hermes the god of thieves.

"And that is the religion of the Greeks," Percy finished with a sigh and a long chug finishing his drink, "so, any questions?"

"Why do you have two war gods?" the Stark boy asked.

"Ares is more brutal than intelligent," Percy shrugged, "he's frankly an idiot who doesn't think and just reacts. Athena on the other hand is a tactician and a master strategist, she's the smart one in the family."

"Wait, did you say you have a god of smithery?" the monk asked.

"Oh not again," the people groaned in annoyance.

"Yeah, Hephaestus, why?"

"The Faith of the Seven has a Smith as well," the monk looked proud of that fact.

"Yeah, well you have seven gods and I have twelve, so suck it," Percy snorted causing everyone to laugh hard. Even the brown brothers didn't look to offended, hurt, but not offended.

"So you have a God for everything huh?" Theon, the annoying brant from before asked.

Percy shrugged, "basically."

"Do you have a god of the sea?"

Percy sighed, "weren't you listening? That's Poseidon, he's the god of oceans and water. Well, a lot more than just that, but yes, we do."

"Hm, sounds a lot like the drowned god we Ironborn worship," the boy groaned scratching his chin.

"Huh, the Ironborn has a god too?" Percy asked surprised.

"Of course we do," Then puffed out his chest, "the Drowned God, he who dwells beneath the waves. He is a vengeful god that guides our ships and our blades. His mortal enemy, the Storm God and him wage battle every time during the storms. Every Time an Ironborn dies he will go into the God's hall and feast for eternity, their every whim taken care off by mermaids."

Percy's eyes widened, 'wait…a God of the sea? Whose eternal rival is the god of Storms? That sounds like Poseidon and Zeus, and everyone knows they both hate each other. This might be it! My dad might exist in this world!'

"What's your name?" Percy asked the boy.

The boy looked startle, but answered, "Theon, Theon Greyjoy," he smiled as if the names was to mean something to Percy.

Instead Percy ignored him, "Then, tell me moe of the Drowned God, he sounds a lot like my own religion's Sea God."

Theon grinned pompously, "gladly!"

The pubbers soon went their own way after that, Percy's tales done for the night. Theon spoke to Percy for a few moments before the Stark child told him that they were leaving Percy wanted him to stay but knew he couldn't ask for that. So the little information he had on hand should be enough.

That night Percy helped Gregor into his bed, the poor guy had drunk one too many drinks, though his wife seemed used to it. Percy went to his room and looked over all the items he had on hand.

A few gold coins, several silver ones and bronze. A box filled with precious gems, half of which Percy was leaving with Gregor to help raise Amelia.

A map, two swords, a bag with food and camping tools. He had a horrible set of armour and one set of underwear that was honestly too tight for him to move properly in. Things needed to change.

The next day Percy woke up bright and early, Gregor was still asleep but his wife was awake. She told Percy any trading goods wouldn't be open just yet and to wait for Gregor before going off on his own, lest he get conned into a bad deal.

Percy agreed, but he didn't feel like just wasting his time in the house, especially since Gregor's wife refused to let him help out in anyway, 'it's improper to have a guest work,' she claimed. So instead Percy decided to explore this new place he found himself in.

The people were still waking up, the sun had just risen in the morning. But there were the cheers of several loud voices coming from the mina castle that drew his attention. Growing curious Percy decided to check it out.

Surprisingly the guards were very lax about letting him through this time. As Percy walked in the castle courtyard he found himself before a training yard where several soldiers were practising combat.

A few were dueling with a blade or some form of weaponry while the others watched them from afar. Percy observed them and found their skills….pathetic. They had no tact, no grace, and worst of all no force behind their strikes. A few soldiers were good enough, but the rest? Forget it.

Btu Percy didn't notice a pair of fighters tha seemed to be a skill above the rest. The pair had gained a lot of attention to their spar as several soldiers cheered one or another one. The two were young, covered with padded armour and wielding dulled swords. They weren't something amazing, but compared to the rest of these idiots they looked like Gods.

"Alright enough!" a man overwatching the spar called out. He had white hair tied together in a braid in the front, a large body with one hand on his blade at all times. Percy remembered him being the guard standing behind Lord Stark the day before, guess he was also the trainer for these kids.

"Theon, you did well, but next time keep your shield up, or Jon will ring your head like a bell," the man told one boy who Percy now recognized as Theon. He then turned to the other boy, "and you Jon, keep at it, don't ever let up, not even for a second. Remember, if he doesn't learn this here, he'll die out there."

The black haired boy from last night was under the second helmet, he nodded, "aye Ser Rodrick."

"Good, now get some rest, the both of you," the man dismissed the boys and went to teach another soldier who was swinging against a dummy, yelling about his form.

The boys walked towards Percy, they looked up and were surprised to see him there. Theon grinned, "hello there soothsayer! I'm surprised to see you up so early!"

"Tread lightly Theon," Jon warned.

"It's fine Snow," Theon waved him off, grinning at Percy, "so? What do you think of our skills? Are we worthy of facing one of your many gods of war?"

Percy snorted, "hardly. You need more training Theon, heck, I can kick your ass no problem," that last part might have been seen as baiting…if that wasn't exactly what Percy was trying to do. After all it wasn't like he had anything else to do right now.

Theon raised an eyebrow, "oh really? I heard a rumour you beat up three bandits in the forest on the way here, is that true?"

Percy shrugged, "yeah, expect it was way more than just three."

"Oh, I completely believe you," Then snorted.

Percy raised an eyebrow, "if you care to test me I'm more than willing to give a shot. After all I haven't trained in some time, should be fun."

Theon and Jon shared a look. Jon schook his head, but that just seems to make Them smile more. He turned to Percy, "challenge accepted. Grab a sword from the rack."

Percy did as as he and Then walked to the center of the training yard and faced each other. Jon constantly whispered to Theon that this was a bad idea but the Greyjoy didn't care to listen.

"Begin!" Theon called out as he charged Percy with his sword swinging wildly over head. The demigod couldn't help it, he rolled his eyes and stepped to the side, kicking Theon's hand off his sword before knocking the pommel of his blade into the teen's forehead.

"Agh!" Theon yelled grabbing his head in pain, "that hurt!"

"It's supposed to," Percy snorted, "you're impatient Then, that'll cost you."

The Greyjoy growled as he grabbed his blade and charged Percy once more, only for Percy to hit his exposed wrist, once more disarming him.

"Stop doing that!" he yelled.

"Stop sucking," Percy shrugged.

"What does that even mean?!" Then roared.

Percy raised an eyebrow, "sucking? It mean to perform poorly, which you are doing."

"What is going on here!" came the loud booming voice of ser Rodrick as he came charging towards them. "Theon! What do you think you're doing?!"

"I was just have a spar with him," Theon snorted.

"A spar?! This isn't a game boy! I train you to be the best! Not pick fights with the common folk who have never seen a blade before!"

"Well excuse me, but this common folk just kicked your student's butt," Percy snorted, he wasn't arrogant, but Percy wasn't just going to let some old man insult his skills.

The man looked at Percy properly for the first time and realised it was the same boy as yesterday, the one that didn't kneel. The same one who supposedly took on 9 bandits at once.

"You're the boy," Rodrik groaned, "the one from America?"

Percy nodded, "yup. Hello."

"What are you doing here?" the master at arms asked.

"Well, I was bored," Percy shrugged, "I wanted to see what kind of sword talent you guys had. And from what I'm seeing there's isn't much."

Theon winced, this was matched by the gawking stares of several other men all watching the small confrontation.

"You overestimate yourself," Rodrik glared.

"No, I don't I do," Percy shrugged, "it's just a fact."

"You may be skilled to a level boy, but there are those out there with skills you cannot even dream off," the old man warned.

"I still think I can take them," Percy shrugged, once again it wasn't ego but fact. He had matched blows with the god of war at the age of 12, and since then had only improved with time. He was bragging, he truly didn't think the people he would face here had the skills to match up to him, a demigod.

"Then will you face me?" the master at arms asked.

Percy was a little taken back, he didn't think the man wanted to fight that badly. "I'm sorry if I offended you, I didn't mean-" Percy tried to apologize but was stopped by Rodrik.

"No, your ego will one day get you killed, unless you see that there are in fact those out there beyond you. No apologize will get you out of this young one," Rodrik moved back, taking Theon's blade from his grasp and facing Percy.

The son of Poseidon blinked, the old man didn't understand. The reason Percy apologized wasn't because of fear of a battle, but because he didn't like offending people. He was just trying to be nice. But if it was a fight he wanted….

Percy readied his blade. The two stared at each other and then moved. The older man's movements were slower, but his swings were practiced and calculated. Percy was immediately on the defencive, blocking the strikes.

Rodrik was surprised to be honest, he expected the child to fold within the first strike. But he lasted longer, dodging and parrying the strikes. The old master met Percy's eyes and instead of the carefree gaze he saw before, it was now hard and serious.

And suddenly Percy moved.

He pushed back Rodrik's blade, swung his upwards, catching it by the crossguard and with a flick drew it out of his grasp. Before the master at arms could do anything Percy's blade was at his throat, both hands folded, ready to thrust at a moment's notice.

Rodrik couldn't believe his eyes. His blade was halfway across the battlefield, the young man's blade was on his neck. His eyes…they were like a storm about to wreck a ship. Everyone was quite.

Percy lowered his blade and suddenly the stormy eyes changed to ones of leisure and calm as he grinned cheerfully, "see, what did I tell you? It's not arrogance old man, it's skill."

Rodrik's jaw twitched at the 'old man' comment, though he couldn't bring himself to say a damn word.

Percy looked around and found people staring at him, "what? Something on my face?"

"They are staring because you just defeated the best blade in the castle," Theon explained, "and you did in ten seconds."

Percy shrugged, "oh, is that all. Right, well anyway see you guys later," Percy tossed Theon his blade and walked away leaving the training yard as many people followed him with their eyes.

Percy walked back to Gregor's house who was awake now. They had a short lunch after which Gregor took Percy into town. He took his to a local trader that he knew. Inside Percy took out a hand full of the gems he had and sold it for several coin. Gregor looked at the coins in envy, but he remained silent.

Gregor then took him to tailor for some more clothes, the one set he wore wouldn't' be enough for him. Percy didn't pick anything fancy, just something comfortable enough to fight in.

They then went to the market and bought pickled vegetables, some bread and upon Percy's insistence, milk. Though Gregor didn't really understand why.

Percy then needed a horse, Buttercup was technically Amelia's now, or at least Gregor's, so he would need a new steed. They went to the castle horse breeder, and after some time Percy picked a plain looking brown horse as his new ride. The horse's name was Stone, which was an odd name, but hey he wasn't going to complain.

That afternoon he stood with Gregor and his family at the gates of Winter town. Percy wore his armour over new more comfortable clothing along with a sword on his hip and on on his back. His bag had enough supplies for a month of travel while his coin was kept close on hand.

Percy looked down from on top of Stone, "thank you Gregor, you helped me a lot. Thanks to you I at least know where to start now."

Gregor nodded, "it's the least I can do for you Jackson, I owe you this much."

Percy nodded, "right, and before I forget," he passed a small bag, "don't spend it all on yourself. It belongs to Amelia," and with that Percy turned into the road and took off.

Gregor was confused, he opened the bag and found precious gems inside it, his eyes widened in surprise. His wife was curious as to what was inside and the two cheered their new wealth. They swore to raise Amelia right, after all, she was the reason their lives were not going to improve so much.

Percy traveled day and night towards South. He tried not to push Stone too hard, he didn't want to ride the poor thing to death. He traveled along the King's Road. Gregor warned him against doing that, as bandits would often target lone travellers on the King's Road, but Percy didn't really think they posed a threat to him.

He reached Castle Cerwyn, the closest castle to Winterfell, in a day's time. He got a room for the night and made sure Stone had plenty to eat and drink. He had supper in the tavern below and once again found himself narrating the story of the Greeks and just why he sounded so different.

"So lad, what exactly are you going to do here in our land?" a man everyone here called 'Perry', asked. The man was around 50 with a missing right eye, but he smiled often enough that Percy never really felt creeped out by it.

"Well, I was thinking maybe the Ironborn could help me out," Percy told them a half truth, "I was told no one except them have ever traveled the seas as much. I'm hoping they know where I come from," but in reality Percy knew they could do no such thing. He was actually hoping to learn more about this 'Drowned God' of theirs, who sounded very much like his father.

"So how do you plan on doing that?" Perry asked.

"Well I was hoping to go South and reach Seaguard," Percy remembered Gregor telling him to do that, "And then sail out to the sea and hope to find one that can help me."

Perry nodded, "smart plan lad. Are you good at sailing?"

"Very good," it came naturally to Percy, he had the power of the seas to help with the sailing, and if that wasn't enough, due to his nature every vessel in the sea was his to control, meaning he could handle a brigade with only himself and no crew.

"Hm, well if that's the case you might as well just go to Torrhen's Square and get a boat there. It will be much faster to sail than go by road lad," Perry offered and immediately Percy took the idea to heart.

The next day he changed his plans. He traveled Westwards to Torrhen's Square. Luckily there was a proper trail from the castle to the town, since many made the same journey. Unfortunately Percy wouldn't be able to reach there in a day's time, so he was forced to camp out for the night.

He tied Stone to a tree as he snuggled on his sleep mat. As he slept deeply shadowy figures stepped out of the night and approached him. One drew his blade, raised it high into the air and brought it down on Percy's head.

Ting!

The metal rung as if struck by stone. The man held his now bent blade in horror, "what in the-"

"-Annoying," Percy growled as got up and tackled the man on the ground. He looked down at fearful eyes and without hesitation headbutted him, breaking his nose.

"Kill him!" the man roared in pain holding his bleeding nose.

Percy got up and ran to his weapons. But a sword came flying towards him before he could. So instead Percy grab that sword by the blade, and pulled it from the hands of a startled bandit.

Percy swung the blade, testing it's balance. He shrugged, "not bad," he turned to the bandit, five surrounding him, one of the ground holding his bleeding nose. "This should be fun," Percy grinned as he charged at them.

The next day:

The six bandits from last night limped as their hands were tied together with rope as they were dragged behind Stone.

Percy inspected the coin he stole off them, "not bad. I have to thank you all for the extra coin, I don't think I could have bought a boat with just the money I had before."

"Please don't take us to the Tallharts!" the leader of the bandits, still sprouting a broken nose, begged, "they'll hang us for what we've done!"

Percy shrugged, "you should have thought of that before you went became thieves."

"B-but," the man started to think, and suddenly his eyes light up, "you wanted a boat right?! What if we gave you one? Will you let us go?"

Percy stopped Stone and turned to the man, "what are you talking about?"

"A boat, we have one. Big enough for five men to sail,"the man smiled seeing Percy's interest.

The demigod groaned, "well….how about you show me this boat and then I'll decide."

The man grinned, "deal!"

With the bandit leader on the lead Percy and the others moved out of the main road and into a beaten path. The man guided him Southwards and soon the forest gave way to a large lake which had a river flowing southwards in the distance.

And there, hidden behind a cover of large stones, was a boat with a small sail, a rudder and several mysterious barrels.

Percy looked to his right and saw a small castle off in the distance, it's walls 30 feet high with four towers on each corner. It's port was large and busy, as it was the middle of the afternoon, and it looked quite close.

"See, there, a boat," the bandit leader grinned.

"What's in the barrels?" Percy asked.

"Oh, just some food and rum," the bandit leader shrugged, "the man we nicked this from had it. We never could sell it as the guards in Torreen knows our faces."

Percy hummed, "huh, well then this is very useful."

"Right, so do we have a deal-"

Percy smacked him behind the head knocking him unconscious.

"Why did you do that?!" the other bandits cried out. Percy turned to them and got off Stone. They tried to turn away but failed as Stone simply yanked them back with the rope tied around their hands.

Percy went to each one and knocked them out. He then took them onto the boat and tied them all together. He wasn't actually going to let them go, last time he let bandits go a little girl became an orphan.

Percy secured them onto his new boat and turned to Stone, "so Stone…what do you want to do?"

"I want to be free master," the horse whined.

Percy smiled, "okay then," he removed the horse saddle and rubbed his mane, "stay safe Stone, and remember to stay away from trouble. Okay?"

The horse neighed in relief and turned around to run away into the forest, enjoying the freedom it was finally granted.

With a sigh Percy stepped onto the boat and suddenly his powers activated. The entire boat came alive, the sail went up, the anchor came up, a wind, that was uncommon, pushed the boat out into the water as the boat sailed towards the Torrhen's Square.

Percy tied the boat there and disembarked with the captured bandits. He found the nearest guards and presented his prisoners to him. And like the bandit leader said, the man recognized the gang immediately.

Percy was brought to the main castle, where a man, presumably Lord Tallhart, congratulated him for a job well done. The man was a strong man, fierce looking, but his smile was kind and the furs he wore seemed thinner than the normal Northerner.

"Young man you have done me a great serice," Lord Tallhart told Percy as she leaned back on his large throne like seat, "tell me, what is it that you are doing here?"

Percy explained, "I'm trying to find my way home, I was hoping to sail to the Iron islands and ask the Ironborn there for some help."

"Ah, I see, a notable endeavour. But be aware young one, the Ironborn are forgiving or kind. Their lord isn't a kind on and their people are…savage to say the least. Be careful in your trip brave one, I wish you the very best of luck."

And with that, and a little bag of gold for the bounty on the bandit's heads, Percy left the castle. He had a lot of coin now, this plus the gems he still hadn't traded away made Percy very comfortable. But since he wasn't going to be using them for some time he decided maybe it was time to spend a little.

Finding a armory Percy decided to change his armour. The pig iron was way to heavy. And while he may not be able to drown it would still be a pain in the ass to stay afloat if he went overboard.

Percy traded in his iron armour and payed a few coins for a new set of protection. He bought steel vambraces and shin guards. For his torso he chose a smaller set of steel plated armour and a new set of castle steel swords, trading in his old ones that were heavy and unbalanced.

As Percy walked to the harbour he noticed a clothing store to the side, and the tailor inside working on something that looked similar to a long coat. Suddenly Percy was struck with the burning desire to have it. After all if he was going to be a sailor he needed to look the part of an adventurer!

He bought a brown leather coat and a large sailor's hat to protect him from the harsh sun. And with that his get-up was complete.

Percy managed to sell the barrel of rum the boat had to a tavern owner, buying several meals and barrels of fresh water with the earned money. He was going to be in the sea for a long time, he needed the food more than anything else.

By nightfall Percy was ready. He had several barrels of food and water on the boat, he untied the small biggy from the port and set sail using his power over the waters to push the boat faster than normal.

Usually people wouldn't sail at night as the airflow would be coming from the sea to the land, but if you were the son of the sea God things like the natural order of things were more of a suggestion than set in stone.

The boat, which he now christened as the Argo, made it's way to the river draining the lake. He followed the various twists and turns to the waters, the landscapes rushing behind him as he traveled at speeds that no sail boat had any business reaching.

And in a few hours time the river opened out into the Blackwater bay, according to the map, and Percy felt the sea call out to him. It was a familiar feeling, one which he always felt when near the body of water, so with a smile, Percy pushed more power into the boat, making it sail faster than before as he shoot out into the open waters of the world.

There we go, a diffrent way from what people would ushally do. I mean seriously, why would Percy serve the Starks? He doesn't even know them.