I OWN NOTHING

ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO GEORGE RR MARTIN AND RICK RIORDAN

PERCY:

The next morning Percy bid Oberyn farewell leaving for Kings Landing, via the sea. He could have gone by the land but preferred using the sea as it would give him advantage if any wayward thing was to happen. He had asked Oberyn to accompany him but had been politely refused as Oberyn said he would most probably lose his temper especially if he were to encounter a Lannister.

Percy could have gone swimming the whole way but didn't want any suspicions on emerging out the sea in Kings Landing in front of a crowd, therefore he took to the ship going from Sunstone to the capital.

Percy had decided firsthand that he would only participate in the melee competition and not in any of the others. He knew he was a terrible archer, and he doubted whether or not to give jousting a chance. Given the fact that he could terribly scare the opponent's horses by speaking in their minds therefore distracting the riders long enough to beat them. Percy smirked to himself thinking how much fun it would be to watch the faces of the riders when their horses got out of control.

He concentrated on the sea making it calm for an easy passage for the ship. Though he could have easily doubled the speed of the ship, he didn't want to freak out the others on the vessel.

He reached Kings Landing in 6 days, though he smelled the city before he could see it. The horrible stench of the sewage and the condition of the common folks made him choke. It was so much worse than New York. Percy directly left in search of a place to stay knowing that he wouldn't be able to bear the smell anymore. He found a suitable inn in the city and decided to spend the day there while registering for the tourney on the next day.

He got bored of staying at one place and decided to explore the city, and know for himself why it was known as a shithole. Few minutes into the walk he realized exactly why it was called so. The smell of the city was horrific, add to that the poverty present in it. It didn't look much like a city fit for a king, much more like a neglected third world town to Percy.

Percy sighed to himself thinking why he had been thrown into Westeros, it was a work of the fates that much he had no doubt on, but why… that question always lingered on his mind.

Before he could ponder anymore on the it, he heard a shrill scream coming from the alley beside him. Without thinking Percy sprinted towards the direction of the scream, and in no time found himself standing in front of a scene he had hoped he would never see.

A man was trying to force himself onto a girl who looked a couple of years younger than Percy. Seeing that he lost all his calm and pulling the man over from above the girl he threw him behind. But before he could help the girl he was surrounded by three other men, all of whom seemed to be knights, who he had not seen while entering the alley.

One of them growled at Percy" What do you think you are doing?"

The one he had thrown behind snarled" Seize him."

The four knights moved towards him, though slightly disoriented, Percy could see that they had had too much of wine. Smirking to himself Percy thought" Well this is gonna be fun."

He rolled below the first man's sword while giving him a swift punch in the stomach, the man doubled over and passed out cold hitting his head hard on the ground.

The second man stepped forward trying to swipe at Percy with his sword but he kept dodging all his attacks. Finally, Percy jumped the man startling him enough to drop the sword before giving him a right hook on the face, the second man also passed out cold.

The third knight looked frightened, he had just seen Percy knock out two of his brothers without using a weapon, he did the only logical thing that came to his mind he ran, but Percy pulled out his throwing knife and aimed it at the man left knee, it hit the mark and he collapsed on the ground with a scream.

Now Percy moved back to the first one he had pulled off the girl, the man whimpered. Percy stomped on his head and he passed out instantly, bleeding through his nose and mouth.

Turning his attention to the girl he had first seen Percy saw her expression that was of complete awe. He deduced she had never seen anyone fight like this. Percy moved towards the girl but she recoiled at his approaching, to which he was confused but soon realized that she thought he would do the same to her as the men before. "Hey" Percy said" Don't worry I won't harm you."

He saw that her dress was torn at various places. Percy took off his gladiator jacket as he liked to call it, handing it over to her. She thanked him profusely for helping her before leaving Percy to his thoughts.

The next morning Percy was ready for the fight, which in all honesty he thought would be pretty easy for him given that he was a demigod and had fought against greater threats than a bunch of humans. Compared to the fight he had with Kronos or even Hyperion, it would be nothing.

The next morning Percy was waiting on his horse in the arena for the other competitors, when they had arrived Percy was disappointed, almost half of them were too heavily drunk for a fight, and those who weren't looked a tad too easy to defeat.

He could see around 40 contestants for the fight. Percy chastised himself for undermining is opponents. A whistle was blown and the tourney had started. He noticed that most of the men were just charging into the battle without any glance at what the others were doing. one of them was charging Percy assuming him to be the easy target due to his age.

Percy readied himself and blocked the strike from the knight, hitting him on the back of his head with the flat of his blade, knocking him out to the ground where he fell unconscious. Out of the corner of his eye Percy could see a man with a sword of flame, who was fighting like a possessed demon.

He engaged another knight parrying his strike away, while blocking his second attempt, and twisting his sword, disarming the man in a similar way as he had done to Luke all those years ago. The crowd was cheering like mad on seeing his disarming maneuver, Percy did a mock bow to them smiling to himself.

Two knights charged at him simultaneously, but Percy blocked a strike of the first one while pushing his sword to interrupt the sword of the third knight. It became a three way struggle but Percy held his ground pushing the other two men backwards, the crowd had become silent probably stunned by the display of his strength.

With a final burst of strength, Percy pushed both the men into the ground, using the hilt of his sword to knock out one and pointing it at the others throat forcing him to yield. Looking around the field Percy that only almost a quarter of the original participants were still in the competition.

The man with the sword on fire seemed to be the most successful, scaring all those who dared to come anywhere near him. Percy smirked to himself, a one on one in the end against this guy would be fun, it would also lower the arrogance of the man.

So Percy started walking towards the man, knocking out a couple of knights that tried to stand upto him. By the time he reached he saw that the man had defeated the last of the knights that remained.

Turning towards Percy the man said" Well it seems like the young knight has managed to survive till now. Don't worry you will be the next to join those on the floor."

Percy smirked at him" Lets find out, shall we?" he asked.

The man whose name Percy later learned as Ser Thoros of Myr, willed his sword to catch fire which had extinguished while they were talking. They circled around each other taking each other's fighting stances and looking for openings. Thoros jabbed at Percy which was immediately parried away by him, he tried to do such twice more each time getting a similar result.

"You are good." He conceded " but not good enough".

Taking this as an opportunity Percy feinted to the left while striking the right but Thoros saw right through the move, parrying away Percy's strike, while attacking him, but Percy managed to lift his sword to intercept the strike.

They continued fighting like this each trying to get through the other, but failing to get the decisive blow, Percy had managed to get through Thoros's guard a couple of time giving him two good cuts, one at his right leg and the other at his left shoulder. This angered Thoros, as he suddenly increased the pace and strength of the attacks and also increased the strength of the wildfire on the sword, but Percy managed to either deflect or dodge each of his strikes.

Frustrated Thoros finally struck at Percy with his entire strength, Percy crossed his sword with him matching the strength with his defense. Percy needed a distraction to defeat Thoros, and he had one on his mind. He concentrated on the sword in Thoros's hand, willing the water vapor molecules in the water to accumulate on the sword.

A sudden hiss emanated from his sword forced Thoros to look at his weapon in complete bewilderment as he noticed the wildfire slowly vanishing from the sword. Thoros willed his sword to catch fire again but nothing happened.

The distraction was all Percy needed as he launched his flurry of attacks on Thoros not giving him a chance to defend himself. Before anyone could comprehend what was going on, Percy had two swords in his hands. His sword pointed at Thoros's heart while the sword he took from Thoros pointed at his neck. Thoros grunted" I Yield."

There was a stunned silence in the audience, which then roared its approval over the results of the duel. The King Robert Baratheon stood up and all the applause stopped abruptly. The king was smiling Percy saw. He roared" Give the man 20000 gold dragons. You fight like a demon, like I used to all those years ago in the Rebellion, hammering my way through the opponents army. Tell me boy, where are you from?"

"I am from New York City, your Grace." Looking at the confused expression on everybody's face Percy cursed himself. They didn't know about his world. "Which is to the far west of Westeros" he added hastily.

The looks changed but to curiosity. "There's something to the west of Westeros?" a small voice came from the crowd of nobles. Percy looked up to see a small girl of almost 10 looking at him with amazement and smiled at her and said" Indeed there is milady." The girl grumbled" I am no lady." Percy smirked at her" As you say milady." Said girl glared at Percy.

A few people watched the scene with amusement written over their faces, but Percy could see some glares directed towards him. He also noted the calculating eyes of a certain member of the Kings guard.