A/N Sorry about all the re-uploads and deletes, I wasn't too confident in this story so I took some time to work on it, (you'll see a bit here in chapter one.) But I hope you enjoy!

Story adapted from "Tower of God" by SIU

A/N It's a little slow here in the beginning but it's important so read it :P

(This story may not be continued, please read A/N at the bottom after finishing the chapter)

The world was dark.

The world was cold.

It cared not for the poor.

It cared not for the weak.

And so, I took it upon myself to build such a was filled with light. A world that was alive. That did something with the poor and the tired.

I, along with my comrades, destroyed the old kingdom.

We banded together, we aspirers. Marched on to the great gate. Every step bloody, every loss they took was worse than the last... Years ... It took years to take the keep.

However we prevailed.

I broke that door down with my bare hands, and watched as my soldiers tore those tyrants and nobles apart.

The Queen was screaming-

And, as I held her crown in my hands and looked at the ragged reflection in the metal, and at last I saw what I, and what we had come to be.

I surveyed the landscape. The remaining of the tyrants huddled in the corner, cowering in fear.

At last they saw. Saw what we had become.

We were the darkness.

We were the terror, the frigid cold.

I cared not for the cold, dying woman on the floor. For she was weak, and I was strong...

The world is dark, the world is cold. So it will be until the day we ultimately destroy ourselves.

And so vengeance shall be rot. Unto the wicked and the vile, a death of deaths awaits...

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, we are nothing but dust and so dust, we shall remain.

What have we become...

I am a tyrant.

I am a God.

Now see what I have become.

Perhaps, one day a hero will rise against my reign.

A true hero, not a tyrant whose heart is swayed by the richest of this tower.

Here I sit on the final floor.

Waiting.

Contract

Perseus Jackson, known as "First Party," agrees to enter into contract with King, known as "Second Party" on date 5/23/29759

This agreement is based on the following provisions.

1. First Party will be transferred to Second Party's world.

2. First Party will be able to return to Long Island New York of the United States of America if First Party is able to reach the "top floor in Second Parties world.

Furthermore, the First Party agrees:

1. All weapons and powers are taken away granted for powers/weapons applicable to Second Party's world.

2. First Party's memory will be wiped.

3. False, but appropriate memories will be given to Party One

The terms and conditions laid out in this contract constitute the entire agreement. Any additions, waivers, or conditions must be put forth in writing and signed by both parties.

Invalidity or unenforceability of one or more provisions of this agreement shall not affect any other provision of this agreement.

This agreement is subject to the laws and regulations of the state of {God}.

Signed: Perseus Jackson

Signed: God King

Contract

Annabeth Chase, known as "First Party," agrees to enter into contract with King, known as "Second Party" on date 5/23/29759

This agreement is based on the following provisions.

1. First Party will be transferred to Second Parties world.

2. First Party will be able to return to Long Island New York of the United States of America if First Party is able to reach the "top floor in Second Parties world.

Furthermore, the First Party agrees:

1. All weapons and powers are taken away granted for powers/weapons applicable to Second Parties world.

2. First Party's memory will be allowed basic knowledge about goals/intentions.

3. False memories will be added about Second Party's world

The terms and conditions laid out in this contract constitute the entire agreement. Any additions, waivers, or conditions must be put forth in writing and signed by both parties.

Invalidity or unenforceability of one or more provisions of this agreement shall not affect any other provision of this agreement.

This agreement is subject to the laws and regulations of the state of {God}.

Signed: Annabeth Chase

Signed: God King

Modern Time.

"Annabeth!"

Two pairs of running footsteps echoed their way down the pitch-black cave.

The voice called out again. It was male; a young boy's plea. The clear, innocent voice rang hollow and deep. "Annabeth! Stop!"

The echoes grew stronger, and the jagged walls of the cave seemed to magnify the despair in the boy's voice as he called out yet again, his voice close to cracking, "Please, stop!"

The footsteps drew closer, faster now, as if whomever the boy was chasing had decided to make one last spurt of effort to escape.

Within the dark cave, two figures slowly loomed into view. One boy, and one girl. The girl was ahead. The boy was a few healthy steps behind her.

They were both running.

The girl was blonde, her hair tied back into a ponytail (although it had fallen loose, slightly). She was wearing a drab, brown skirt, a frayed red ribbon tied into a bow around the waist.

She was barefoot.

A few seconds later, the boy emerged chasing after her, a desperate glint in his large, green eyes.

He had jet-black hair down to his shoulders. He wore a red vest, black breeches, and a brown cardigan. They were a bit too large for him and the cardigan billowed as he continued to follow the girl's footsteps. He, too, was barefoot.

This running chase continued for a few more seconds, both of them running through the winding passages of the dark cave, which seemed to go on forever, its walls extending infinitely towards both ends.

Suddenly, they both emerged into a large, cavernous chamber. The rocky partitions on either side seemed to disappear at right angles, and the burst of cool air signaled that the space between them had gotten significantly bigger.

The girl was slowing down now, gasping and panting. Seeing her distress, the boy put on an extra spurt of speed.

His fingers snatched at the girl's lace ribbon, once, twice, before finally catching on. He let out a triumphant grunt. "Annabeth! Stop!" He yelled for the final time, as both of them came crashing down onto the granite ground.

The girl spoke for the first time. Her voice sounded pure; clear as the singing of a songbird. She also sounded desperate, but in a different way. Mixed with annoyance, perhaps.

"No, Percy!" She yelled, from her spot on the ground. "You can't come with me, how many times did I – "

The boy – whose name appeared to be Percy– started crying. The hollow ringing vibrated off the cold stone walls. The girl's voice immediately became softer.

"Percy, I told you. I told you loads of times, that I'd have to go away, that you can't come with me…" Her eyes hardened again, and she hesitated for the slightest fraction of a second before continuing. "I have to climb the Tower."

The boy named Percy shook his head violently; indeed, his whole body was trembling. "I don't – " he grit his teeth. "I don't – I don't get it! I don't understand – why!"

The girl – Annabeth– sighed and closed her eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you, Percy? Once I can climb the Tower – once I've reached the top – "

Percy had begun crying, his breaths coming in sobbing, bated gasps. Annabeth ignored him. " – I can do whatever I want to. Things you can't even imagine." She sat up, excited. "Listen. Listen."

The boy stopped crying, silently wiping his eyes with his slightly worn-down cardigan, where many tears have dissipated. His eyes were still puffy and red, but by stopping he exuded his strong will to listen; a dog and his owner.

"Can't you just see it?" Annabeth smiled, her eyes traveling upwards, into the pitch-black cave above. "Light. Light! Reaching out in all directions, as far as the eye can see. (-here she stretched her hand toward fraudulent sky-) And green – plants, Percy. Real, living plants, plants that you can feel."

Percy breathed more slowly.

Annabeth went on, unperturbed. "And when the moon falls – the stars, – they come out of the sky, and there's literally millions of them, dotted across the blue sky like sequins on silk. And they glimmer – like your eyes. Except a thousand times brighter."

Her eyes, which had softened, seemed to return to reality. "That's why I want to climb the Tower. I'm sick and tired of living in this darkness."

Silence reigned for a few seconds. Both of their breathing had returned to normal.

"…take me with you."

"I can't." Her previous songbird-like voice had faded, replaced by a slightly pleading, nearly desperate, nasality. "I have to go by myself. I have to."

Percy seemed to be just ready to cry again when the ground began to shudder, the smallest pebbles already starting to lurch over the minuscule cracks that had formed in the dirt.

Annabeth smiled faintly. "It's happening," she whispered. A tinge of excitement crept into her voice.

Percy's eyes widened in fear. His voice, conversely, reeked of the greatest despair. "Take me with you, Annabeth, please, I can't live without you – "

He grabbed her by the shoulders as the cave began to shake violently. Behind Annabeth– on the ground – through one of the largest cracks, a pure, blinding yellow light began to seep into the cavern. Percy became temporarily mute as the yellow light grew around them, extending its smoky tendrils around Annabeth as if it were enveloping her inside.

Through his clouding vision – whether through tears, or the increasingly obscuring golden light that fell like a veil between himself and Annabeth– Percy reached out a hand, grasping away at nothing.

Her voice now seemed to come from everywhere, yet nowhere. The faintest shadow remained where Annabeth had existed, just a second before.

"Sorry, Percy," the cavern echoed. "I need to go. Try to forget me, okay?"

Percy fell on his back, staring up at the cave ceiling, wildly looking around for any trace of the light, so he could follow it, find Annabeth–

" – so that I can be reborn again." Annabeth's voice faded away.

Percy was left alone.

A deathly silence permeated the cold walls, the walls which he knew, now, he would find to be his permanent grave. With Annabeth, it was a home, perhaps not the most welcoming one, but a home … without her, now, it was nothing but a vessel for his body, a lifeless shell of what he and his life formerly used to be.

Everything he knew, everything he learned, had come from Annabeth.

And now, she was gone. Just like that in a whiff of smoke.

A sudden noise startled him from his depressing reverie. He looked around; a solitary tinge of golden light had remained where Annabeth once was; a small pebble. He sprung up, and then dove- his body roughly hitting the smooth rocks of his abode. -Now curling up in pain, he grasped the light close to his heart thinking it would disappear any second.

Once Percy was sure the light wouldn't leave him, he carefully opened up his palm- peering into the small cracks of his fingers.

"-W-will you abandon me too?"

Percy knew it was a incoherent question to ask to the light, but couldn't help it in his new found realization of being all alone.

"Will you leave me like she did?"

Tears began to fall- slowly at first; now more quickly.

Wiping his eyes with his tear-stained, already-wet-sleeve, his grip loosened.

The light fell, hitting the ground with a high ping.

He quickly stopped wiping and watched, first in horror, next in mild excitement, and then in panic as a sliver of yellow grew and began to claw its way around his body.

The golden light swirled around him, enveloping everything he could see, everything he could feel. He wasn't sure what was there, and what wasn't, anymore – all he knew was that he felt like he was being sucked into a hole that was much too small for his body. He thought vaguely that his eyeballs would pop out any second now.

Then everything went black.

—-

Once he was certain he would not die, he felt safe enough to open his eyes.

The first thing that came into view was the floor. It wasn't like the rough caves he had been inside before, lived his whole life in; it was smooth, with an ornate decorative inlay.

Percy studied it for a few seconds. The pattern was striking; it seemed to be three stylized eyes, arranged inside a pyramid. It repeated over and over again, as far as he could see.

His eyes slowly traveled across the lightening darkness. The bronzed walls, without a single crack or smudge, were chiseled with fantastical murals. Percy examined one of them more carefully; a huge creature with glistening teeth was posing menacingly. It seemed to be on the verge of coming to life and jumping out of the wall itself.

Percy slowly directed his gaze upwards, and his breath was taken away for a second time in as many minutes.

The ceiling above – if there was even a ceiling – seemed infinite. The brown, smooth walls tapered away into what seemed to be an everlasting darkness, a void. A faint purple light shined at the far end of the abyss.

Percy squinted, trying to see more; but the more he tried, the fainter the light became. He turned his attention elsewhere.

The room itself was slightly smaller than the infinite void; he estimated that it would take about 100 steps to walk the diameter. However, the most interesting part about the room he was in – notwithstanding the floor patterns, or the infinite roof, or the purple light – was the cage.

The cage, as much as Percy could figure out, dominated one side of the square room, opening up the entire wall to the panoramic blue gleam that emanated from within the steel-tressed boundary.

As he squinted his eyes, he realized that the cage was actually a whole new room, located next to the room he was currently trapped – or placed – in. Separating the two rooms was an archway of massive size, its keystone so far up high that the curve of the arch was barely two rooms were blocked by an intricately-designed steel mesh.

Percy walked closer. The difference in the light was striking; where he was, it was black, with small dots of purple – floating downwards, he assumed, from the source at the top – swirling around him, thousands in number, but illuminating nothing. On the other side of the barrier, however, was iridescent blue light, pale as Percy had ever seen, that seemed to penetrate every crevice and nook.

It, however, stopped abruptly at the steel boundary, and didn't penetrate one inch further. This seemingly illogical separation of light piqued his curiosity like nothing else in the room.

He reached out a trembling hand to touch it –

"Please don't touch the cage."

Percy stumbled backwards, his breath taken away. Before he fell, though, he felt himself stopped by a soft, somewhat squishy wall that had definitely not been there before.

Regaining his balance, Percy rubbed his head and spun around, breath quickening. Standing in front of him was the strangest creature he had ever seen in his life.

At first glance, the thing standing before him resembled a rabbit – an outlandish large one, slightly taller than Percy himself, but a rabbit nonetheless.

On a closer inspection, that's where the similarities stopped. The creature's skin was a pale, nearly transparent white, with the two long, pointy ears creased back from its jaw.

Its mouth traveled across the entire oval-shaped face, as if it had on a permanent smile.

It had no eyes.

Also, Percy was certain that he – it – hadn't been there five minutes ago, not when he had opened his eyes, not when he had swept his eyes across the room.

In its right hand, the creature held a giant two-sided pole taller than itself, ivory white in color, each end cupping itself around a shimmering blue ball – the same shade as the cage now behind him. Something swirled inside; it looked like it was full of liquid. A blue frock hung loosely from the creature's shoulders.

It cocked its head. Percy could hear him breathing slowly, through his…mouth? He wasn't quite sure.

The thing started walking forward, towards him. Percy took a step back; he was afraid.

Very much so.

—-

However, if Percy had been a little more acquainted with the Tower, he would've known that he needn't have feared the creature at all.

Because the creature's name was Headon, and he was the Guardian of the Lowest Floor of the Tower, in charge of selecting those worthy enough to climb its perilous steps.

Headon assessed the boy. Different.

—-

Percy held his breath as the creature inched closer. It cocked its head – or what seemed to be its head – and knocked the white staff he was holding against the grates of the cage.

The vibrations echoed around the chamber.

"Do you know what this is?" The creature now asked him.

Still not a little paralyzed, Percy could only shake his head. Its voice sounded like it was speaking through a glass cylinder; every one of its deep intonations and vowels penetrated cleanly into his ears.

The creature sighed. "I supposed I should've known," he said, then stood up a bit straighter. "My name is Headon. I am the Guardian of the First, and Lowest, Floor."

Percy blinked. "Head – ?"

Headon nodded. "And for the first time in a while, I suspect things are about to get interesting indeed."

"What – I don't understand."

Headon smiled thinly. "You are one of the few to have entered the Tower by opening the door itself."

Percy gaped. He had not understood a single word of what the creature – Headon – had just told him. The Tower? Was he inside the Tower?

If he was inside the Tower, then maybe –

Percy's breath caught in his throat and his heart jumped a few meters. "I'm – I'm looking for a girl! Someone who passed by here!" he yelled at Headon. Perhaps he would have an inkling of where Annabeth had vanished. "Please! Anything you know – !"

Headon considered the outburst for a few, indeterminately long seconds. "I'm not sure if I can answer that." He smiled, the oblong mouth stretching to either end of his pointy ears. His teeth glinted.

Percy gasped. "You've seen her!"

Headon appeared to smile. Or, at least, the lines of his mouth creased upward slightly. "Perhaps," he answered.

"Where … where did she go? I must find her." Percy asked, desperately. However, in the back of his mind, he knew Headon would answer –

"I don't know."

Percy's heart sank.

"But – there is one thing I can tell you for certain."

A surge of hope flooded into Percy's abdomen.

Headon raised the staff above his head, pointing into the darkness above. "Everything you seek – fame, riches, revenge, or your sweet girl – can be found above you."

The blue material inside the orbs at the end of Headon's staff glittered, as if it was straining against its holds. "The most wondrous and fascinating things in the Universe…all prepared at the top of the Tower."

Percy looked up. His eyes strained against the piercing darkness. "But…there's nothing."

He heard the creature named Headon scoff. "I meant climb the Tower, young one.

Whatever it is you want, you can find it at the top. " he lowered his staff and sank it into the ground. "Do you want to find your girl?"

Percy nodded without hesitation. Annabeth. He would do anything to get her back.

"Then…do you wish to climb?"

This time, he hesitated. The corners of Headon's mouth glinted. "Hmm…it's a shame, isn't it. A young girl, alone in this wretched place…wandering…"

" – I'll climb."

The corners of Headon's mouth glinted again. "What is your name, boy?"

"I was named Percy," Percy said.

"Percy," Headon repeated. "What an unusual name."

Percy wasn't listening; he was looking for the stairs. Headon noticed his preoccupation, and chuckled.

"You're not going to find any stairs here, Percy," he said.

Percy turned around. "But then, how – "

Headon smiled, and this time, he really did smile, revealing a full row of razor-sharp incisors. The hair on the back of Percy's neck stood up on end as the smile slowly disappeared.

"For every floor you ascend, you will have to take a test." Headon now said. "This is the first one."

He knocked the foot of his staff three times on the stone tiles below. The reverberating hum echoed through through the walls.

"A…test?"

Headon seemed to only be partially listening, one of his ears cocked towards the side.

"Oh, yes. For every floor, if you want to move upwards. That is the way of the Tower. Plenty of people seek the greatness that awaits them at the top of the Tower, so they enter and claw their way up. Some succeed…most do not."

Percy was about to ask something else about Annabeth, and if she had taken the tests too, when a low growl suddenly emanated from the blue cage that had been temporarily pushed out of his mind.

Headon twirled his staff. "Yes…here he comes. This is your first test, Percy."

At first, Percy couldn't see anything.

Then, off in the distance – through the blue mist – he could sense a vague shape approaching. A very, extremely large vague shape.

As the seconds passed by, the shape grew larger and more distinct, and Percy could begin to make out some features of it: a split tail, arching its way closer, a wide mouth filled with thousands of serrated spikes, a dorsal fin on its back, two wide flippers pushing the blue mist away…

He was looking at a fish. Its body was navy blue, with red fins and a white streak dividing the body lengthwise.

The fish opened its jaws wide. Percy had barely registered the fearful teeth when it let out a loud, wailing cry that shook the walls, small pebbles dropping and rolling on the ground under his feet.

A chill rode down his spine. Standing above him, Headon smirked slightly.

"This is a Spirit-fish. Or one of its species, at any rate," he explained.

"Spirit?" Percy questioned, his nerve having calmed down a little.

Headon simply nodded. "The Spirit is the blue haze you see in front of you." He made a sweeping gesture with his staff. "It flows throughout the Tower, encompasses it from top to bottom, one end to another. Creatures take their power from it – even you and me, to a certain degree – and it makes life possible inside the Tower."

Percy kept silent; the prospect of fighting a huge, fishy creature that swam inside an ill-defined blue haze did not appeal to him in the slightest.

But then, he looked up and saw the abyss once more, and was reminded of Annabeth.

He curled his hands up into fists, a shimmering glint in his eye. "So – I have to fight – it?" he said, before realizing something. "But…I don't have a weapon."

Headon sighed. "You may only take this test with the objects you are carrying with you.

But don't worry – the objective isn't to kill the Spirit-fish."

Percy blinked. "Then – what is it?"

Headon mutely pointed with his staff into the center of the cage. Percy squinted, and this time, he could see something that – once again – definitely had not been there before.

A black, round ball, suspended in midair, about half the height of Percy, from what he could tell from such a distance.

"This test is called 'ball'." Headon said. "It's simple: you run up to the ball and pierce it."

"All I have to do is put a hole in that ball?" Percy asked.

Headon nodded affirmatively. "That's correct. However you decide to do it, that's up to your best judgment." He was silent for a moment, then added, "The ball does not take much pressure to break. But the Spirit-fish…under normal conditions, it is quite tame. But it hasn't been fed for a while, and I suspect it is about to lay eggs, which makes it…quite protective."

Percy remained silent, although his fists were still clenched.

"You are free to give up and return to your home at any time. Although, if you do, you will never be allowed to enter the Tower again."

Home. The word echoed inside Percy's brain. What home did he have to return to? Home, to Percy, was wherever Annabeth was. She had taught him everything, told him everything, described him everything.

Without Annabeth, there was no home.

And if Headon was right, Annabeth was now somewhere above him, in this mysterious place called the Tower.

His decision was made, his breath quickened, his heart thumped against his chest.

Headon bared his teeth as Percy ran past him, into the shimmering blue abyss.

Welcome to the Tower, little one.

(Chapter Two- The Battle Of The Spirit Fish)

Coming within the next week

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A/N. Ladies and Gentleman, I'd like to humbly welcome you to the tower. As the author and adaptator, I appreciate any reviews and constructive criticism- I'll try to keep an open mind to make my story better, and appealing to all audiences. I answer all questions, so don't be afraid to ask! I know some of the concepts may be confusing later on, and I'll do my best to explain.

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This Fanfiction is not guaranteed to stay, again, read top. However if/when it gets enough likes and follows, I will continue this story for a year or two.

English is not my first language, Im originally from East Asia, so I do realize I probably have plenty grammatical errors found in there so I apologize.

I'll be selecting two reviewers as "beta readers," these beta readers will have before access to my story and help give me advice before chapters are published.

As of now, I have written 15,000 words. I will release the next chapter when I deem it ready.

I apologize again, for everything wrong I probably did.

Kamsamidad! Thanks for reading!

~Author, V