An Emperor's Song

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or GOT. All character rights go towards their respective owners.

A/N: This is essentially a rewrite of my story "The Tale of the Black Dragon". I ran into a wall whilst writing that story. There was no debt to the character's feelings and inner thoughts. Perseus was simply strong arming everyone and I see now that, while it was definitely badass, it wasn't the best quality in a mc. So here's my second go. This Perseus will be much more alike his canon self in the beginning BUT he will eventually change his general outlook towards life. Due to the harsh realities of his new life.

Chapter 1. Not the best way to start off a new life

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289 AC, Planetos

Reincarnation was something Percy believed to be a choice.

He knew of Elysium, the fields of Asphodel and the fields of punishment. It was pretty hard to miss during his numerous treks within the underworld.

Dying was disappointing to him. Not the act itself just for the simple fact that, in all intents and purposes, he failed. The 'Great' Percy Jackson had failed to succeed at a task for once in his life. Though to be fair. He didn't really expect for him to survive Tartarus but at least he helped Annabeth to escape.

The Doors of Death was in their view. Only guarded by two titans one of which Percy had already bested before, Hyperion and Krios. It was a simple task of beating them with the help of Bob aka Iapetus. After a heartfelt kiss, Percy shoved Annabeth inside the elevator and kept his finger on the button until she escaped to the other side.

Needless to say, he hadn't been prepared for the sudden appearance of Tartarus himself. Thankfully the time had been enough for him to take his finger off of the button.

The battle was very one sided. While very strong in their own right. Percy and Bob were no match for a primordial being in his own domain alongside an army of monsters.

And while he didn't necessarily think he would die the way he did, via being sucked into the vortex-like maw of Tartarus. He believed he had done more than enough heroic deeds to get into Elysium.

So he was very surprised when he woke up in a bed that wasn't his own. In a room that was completely different from his cabin at Camp Half-Blood.

Percy stood up from his itchy and uncomfortable bed. He immediately felt the differences in his body. Besides from being a lot closer to the ground than he normally was, he felt...slow.

There was no real way to explain it. The closest he could describe was like being on steroids. When you're at the point where your body is stronger and faster while your senses are amped up. And then suddenly that feeling of seemingly never ending energy and strength is snatched away. Leaving only heightened senses with a body too weak and slow to truly utilize those senses to the best of its abilities.

Percy quickly scanned the small and dingy room for any sign of a mirror. Oddly enough there wasn't one inside the room.

The noise of a door opening alerted him. And he turned to see a little girl with light blonde hair that looked more like silver. Her eyes were a light purple. She looked barely 6 years old.

"Are you feeling better Perseus?" The little girl asked him with a worried tone.

He blinked. How did this girl know his name?

Percy shifted nervously, "Uh. Who are you?" He asked cautiously.

The last thing he remembered was being sucked in by Tartarus and the enraged roar of Bob. He didn't know where he was now. Certainly not in Tartarus's belly. But he didn't get as far as he did by being reckless.

Well. Not overly reckless.

The little girl's face scrunched up in confusion and a bit of worry, "What do you mean? You don't remember who I am?" She asked.

"Um. No, not really. Am I supposed to?" Percy inquired awkwardly.

She hummed to herself looking a bit more worried, "I should go get Viserys. Maybe it has something to do with your fever." Before he could ask who Viserys was, she bounded away leaving the door open.

Well the odds of her being a monster dimmed significantly. There were many stupid monsters in his world (one even being related to him) but he never encountered a monster stupid enough to leave a prisoners door wide open.

Percy sighed before slowly making his way to the door. He still felt weak but there wasn't much to do about that at the moment.

The outside of the room was even less accommodating than the room he had been in. Moldy walls and dingy furniture really wasn't a good homey look. He had never seen a human live in such conditions. Not by choice at least.

"Perseus!" He turned to see a boy much taller than the girl walking up to him. They looked practically the same. Same silver/whitish hair but with pale purple eyes.

The boy gazed over Percy with a scrutinizing look, "He looks better than before. He's still a runt though." He observed.

Percy's eyebrow twitched at that remark, "Who are you calling a runt, asshole?" He growled.

A small gasp came from the little girl as she looked between Percy and the older boy in worry and even a bit of fear. The boy looked completely stunned at what he said before he began glaring at him.

After a very long and tense moment, with Percy being completely unaffected by the boys glare, the boy began laughing loudly.

"Finally got some hair on your chest little nephew? I was wondering when my brother's dragon blood would awaken inside you." He chuckled.

Dragons blood? Nephew?

Percy had absolutely no clue what the heck this kid was talking about. The only blood he had was his mom's and Poseidon. And the only uncle's he had were Hades and Zeus.

"I have no clue what you're talking about. But this joke has gone on long enough. Tell me who you both are before I beat it out of you." While normally he wouldn't so easily resort to violence, he needed answers.

The boy raised an eyebrow at the command before menacingly stalking his way up to Percy's face.

It was then that Percy realized just how much taller the boy was compared to him. He was a full head taller than him with Percy only coming up to his shoulders.

"Be careful nephew. Order me again and you might wake the dragon." The boy warned as he stared down at him.

Percy didn't know if the boy was stupid or what but anyone that knew him knew that nothing scared him.

"Wake the dragon. You have a codename for when you get angry? Jeez, you're a loser." Percy snorted.

He saw it.

Believe him he definitely saw the hit coming. But it was almost like he was stuck in Kronos's time syrup again. The boy's hand was slowly trailing towards his face. And just like the first time he had been in Kronos's time syrup ability. His body simply couldn't react as fast as his mind observing things.

The backhand sent him sailing down onto the floor. He was definitely weaker. His lip was split with that one slap. He could taste the metallic tang of the blood in his mouth.

"Viserys please! He didn't mean it!" The girl begged desperately.

Her words were ignored as Percy felt a sharp kick connect with his ribs. He coughed violently, spittle flying from his mouth as he gasped for the air that had abandoned his lungs.

"Never speak to me like that again. You may be first in line to the throne but I am still the oldest dragon." The boy seethed looking down on Percy's downed form.

Percy barely registered the retreating footsteps of the boy and the soft mutters of the little girl as she knelt to comfort him.

He laid on the mold rotten floor writhing in pain. Never before had he felt pain like this since...well since never. Percy had been slammed and tossed around by monsters and giants able to lift mountains with their bare hands. But this one kick made him feel more pain than he had ever felt before.

He was a demigod. A son of one of the Big Three. While he had still been part human he was far stronger and more durable than most demigods let alone a normal human. Pain was something that didn't really come easy to a son of Poseidon.

But now he felt like he was truly experiencing pain for the first time. He had always judged the gods on how power hungry they were. How desperate they were to remain in power. To remain as god's.

But now he was kind of getting the reason for why the god's ruled with an iron fist. They wouldn't dare be weakened so much to the point that they could feel mortal pain.

And Percy understood why. For the first time since he was conceived.

He felt weak. Fragile. Mortal.

oOo

Things got even worse for Percy when he found out that his water powers were gone. After splashing some water on his face to try and numb the pain in his stomach, he had expected to feel better. But nothing happened. He didn't even feel slightly rejuvenated by the liquid.

Just another problem to add on to his already growing list of problems.

The girl, Daenerys as he later came to find out, had been quite adamant in remaining with him while he laid in bed. While he wanted some time to ponder things by himself eventually he ceded. He was still a little sore from the ass kicking he received from that douchebag, Viserys.

As he laid on his bed he asked Daenerys as much as he could without her thinking he was crazy which wasn't very hard to do since she was only six years old.

He was in a place called Essos. One of the biggest continents in the 'Known World' as she called it. Apparently they were on the run from assassins sent by the 'Fat King' of a kingdom called Westeros. He didn't know if Fat King was the guy's actual title but he just accepted her word.

The other thing he had learned was that his name was Perseus Targaryen, son of a man named Rhaegar Targaryen. Who had supposedly been the Crown Prince of Westeros before he was killed. Percy also found out that he had another sibling. Keyword being had. She had been murdered by the Fat Kings rebellion.

That bit of information was enough for Percy to put this Fat King on his bad list. Anyone who would murder children was an evil bastard in his eyes.

After throwing a few names of countries and famous people from his world Percy quickly came to the realization that he wasn't on Earth anymore.

He theorized that he was somehow transported to this world by Tartarus. But that theory crumbled after Daenerys gave him a small silver plate for him to see his reflection.

Apparently this world didn't even have mirrors. It was just his luck that he was taken to a world that was essentially still in the Middle Ages.

Even though the reflection was poor in quality, Percy could still make out his overall features. The contrast in his new appearance was frightening.

Instead of his old raven black hair he now had a head full of the same silver color that Daenerys and Viserys had. His hair looked as wind blown as it did before though. Oddly enough he had a strand of black hair in the same spot as the grey hair he had received from carrying the sky. His sea green eyes were gone and in their place dark violet eyes. His skin had lost its natural tan and was almost as pale as Nico's. And his face was that of a child's with visible traces of baby fat. It was like staring at a completely different person.

He had been reincarnated.

There was no other way that this could be explained. Even when Hera had wiped his memory she still couldn't change his appearance or take away his connection to the sea. Somehow after he was killed by Tartarus, he had been reincarnated into this world.

But then why did he remember everything from his past life? Did it have something to with the fact that he died to Tartarus personally? That was the only reasonable explanation. He was probably the only demigod to have died fighting Tartarus. The pit wasn't easily accessible nor was it possible to accidentally stumble inside of it. Only a lunatic would willingly go into Tartarus after all. But one had to have an extreme case of 'Percy luck' in order to attract the attention of the Pit himself.

Until he could find out exactly why he had come to this world with his memories intact. He had no choice but to go about with his answers unconfirmed.

After Viserys came back with some cold soup he had managed to get. They ate in silence. The older boy gave him a small glare but otherwise said nothing about their previous spat. Which was just fine with Percy. He didn't want to talk to the douchebag so soon after what happened anyway.

It wasn't the most horrible meal Percy had ever eaten but it was definitely in his top five. After he saw something in his bowl that looked like an entire toenail he decided that he had his full.

There was only one bed inside of his new ratty home and it was the one he had woken up in. So after they finished eating they had to huddle together on the old bed. It wasn't that uncomfortable since they were all relatively small. Plus, he was more than tired after his very confusing day. So it didn't take long for Percy to fall asleep.

Percy's Dreamscape…

He found himself on a beach. It was similar to the one in Montauk that he used to go to with his mom.

But the feeling was so different. Whenever he visited the beach he always felt like he was connected to the sea. It made him feel safe. It was only later that he found out the reason for his comfort was because he was closer to his father, Poseidon's, domain.

Now that comforting feeling was gone. Replaced with a mundane experience of looking at the natural beauty of the sea.

And then the terrain quaked and shifted. Black ash-like clouds formed in the sky above as the rays of the sun peeked through the cracks of the clouds. The sea began to boil and steam.

Under the sea a red/orange glow began to slowly rise. A sudden wave of harsh heat burst from the water's surface. It molted the surrounding beachline into cracked fragments of black glass.

Hot orange flames roared to life, completely covering the sea. Almost as if the water had been replaced with gasoline.

Fire had never affected Percy before, at least not to the extent of others. He had been a child of the Sea so it took far more than a few flames to make him sweat. Regardless, it had never been a comfortable experience.

Until now that is.

The heat of the sea of fire was almost soothing to him. And he dared say it, comforting. It was the same feeling he used to get when he was on that beach in Montauk.

For such a hellish surrounding. Percy felt perfectly calm and at peace. But there was also another feeling growing inside him. He had come to be used to it before. That feeling in his gut that he always had whenever he used his powers of the Sea.

It wasn't nearly as big as before but it was there. Slowly growing inside of him.

"Become the ruler you were born to be, my son."

Before he could reply to the melancholy woman's voice. Something forcefully woke him up.

"Perseus we need to leave!" Percy quickly sat up. His still foggy and half-asleep mind trying to make sense of his surroundings.

Viserys was up and hurriedly packing clothes and other things inside of a brown sack. He look very afraid. His eyes continuously glancing out the door that led to the main room of the house.

"Perseus!" Daenerys exclaimed, violently shaking him.

He blinked before rubbing his eyes clean, "What's going on?" Percy asked.

Seeing that he was now fully awake, Daenerys stopped shaking him.

"They found us again." Daenerys said, tears already running down her face.

The amount of absolute fear in her voice immediately made Percy alert. Only then did he hear the rough knocking on the front door.

Before he could ask who 'they' were Viserys slung the sack over his shoulder, "Let's go! We don't have much time." Viserys said before quickly running out of the room.

Seeing no other option. Percy grabbed onto Daenerys's small hand and began running after him.

The rough knocking on the front door had changed to violent bangs. Someone was trying to kick open the door. The door looked very old and worn. It wouldn't take long before it came down.

Viserys quickly led them to a back door. He paused before slowly and quietly unlocking the door.

Percy held his breath as Viserys poked his head out of the door and looked side to side. After a few moments he turned back to them and gestured for them to follow.

Just as they all exited the door a loud bang followed by the cracking of the wooden door. Daenerys screamed in fright as an old man dressed in reddish armor and a cloak burst through the front door.

"Hurry you fools!" Viserys said, taking off in a sprint.

His grip on Daenerys's hand tightened as Percy quickly began speeding after Viserys. He could faintly hear the yells of protest from the man behind them as he ran after them.

They ran down the dirt road until Viserys made a quick turn into another passageway. Percy's heart pumped viciously as he was forced to keep up with the older boy.

The man was still some ways behind them. Percy could tell that he was gaining on them. They were only children after all. Another quick turn made Daenerys trip, causing her hand to slip out of Percy's grip.

He cursed inwardly as he noticed how utterly exhausted she was. Viserys kept running, either not knowing that his little sister had fallen or too afraid to care.

A quickly knelt to show his back to her, "Climb onto my back, Daenerys. Hurry!" Percy could hear the man coming closer.

Thankfully the bawling girl had enough strength to wrap her arms along with her legs tight around his neck and waist. He hooked his arms under her legs to hold her steady on his back as he took off running again. A bit slower than before due to the added weight.

His heart was pounding by the time he caught up with Viserys. The boy was furiously picking at a lock with a metal pin.

"What the hell are you doing!?" Percy hissed, as he heard the man's yells coming closer.

Viserys continued working on the lock, "Shut up! We can't run forever. He'll catch up to us." He snapped back.

After a tense few moments nothing could be heard except the protesting yells of the man and the quiet sniffling of Daenerys.

"Yes!" Viserys celebrated as the lock clicked open. He quickly flung the door open and dashed inside.

Percy, Daenerys still clutching onto his back, followed after him. He quickly shut the door just as he saw the old armored man run around the corner.

They all collapsed on the floor. Utterly exhausted. Percy panted heavily on the ground, silently cursing his luck at being reborn into the body of a malnourished prince. He couldn't seem to ever catch a break. Not even in another life.

"Well well well. Look what we have here." They all stood up in alarm as a thin man appeared in front of them holding a lighted lamp.

A sick feeling formed in Percy's gut as two other men appeared on either side of the lamp holding man.

Viserys backed up fearfully, "We just needed to get away from a man who was chasing us." He said slowly.

"Oh no. It's completely fine. You may stay here for as long as you like." The thin man smiled widely showing off dirty and cracked yellow teeth.

Viserys gulped, "T-That's fine. We can leave right now." He stammered.

One of the men, a fat one, walked around them forcing them to press their back against a far side wall. He came to stop in front of the door that they entered through.

Thin Man continued to smile, "I must insist." He said sinisterly.

"I-I can promise you gold! More gold then you could ever imagine. My nephew-" Viserys gestured towards Percy, "Is the rightful King of the Seven Kingdoms. He can promise you more gold than you could ever want." He said

Thin Man took on a thoughtful look, "And just where is all this gold?" He asked slowly.

Viserys seemed to gain a bit more confidence, "It's with our loyal Targaryen supporters. The supporters of the true king. I assure you, they would pay you handsomely." He promised.

"I heard you Targaryens lost the war. That you were sent out in exile." A dirty looking man said.

"W-Well that may be true but we still have supporters! They drink secret toast to the return of the rightful King." Viserys said, sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than anything.

Fat Man spoke next, "I heard that the Baratheon King wanted your heads. I imagine he'd pay a pretty price for it too." He chuckled.

Percy could see that the situation was growing darker and darker for them. But what could he do? He didn't have any of his old powers. And his body was far too young and weak to fight against even one of these men let alone three.

So that left him with his one last skill that arguably wasn't quite as sharp as his sword skills. His wit.

"But the Baratheon King is nothing more than a drunk." Perseus blurted out, making all eyes turn toward him.

Seeing as how no one spoke up he continued, "I mean from what I've heard from the majority of people, is that he's nothing more than a lazy bastard. There is a reason he earned the title, Fat King." The three men cackled at the last part.

"No doubt you've heard about how much he hates Targaryens. And perhaps that makes you believe that he would pay you if you gave us over to him. Which he most likely would. If he had the gold." He could see that the men were confused. What King didn't have gold after all.

Percy stepped forward a little to stand confidently next to Viserys, "I'm sure you know that the Baratheon King has been spending huge amounts of gold to host tournaments. The Seven Kingdoms just got through two rebellions. Do you really believe that Baratheon would pay you? It would be much easier and cheaper to just take us and send you on your way." There it was. Those doubtful glances towards each other.

"But the King is married to a Lannister. They got a lot of money. I heard the King even owes them." Thin Man said a little confidently.

"Ah. But of course that would bring in a whole other problem." Percy paused for dramatic effect, "Pride. After all, what man would willingly ask his wife for spare gold? Do you really think a prideful King like Baratheon would get on his hands and knees to his wife and beg for gold for three men from Essos?"

They shifted uncomfortably at that revelation. Meanwhile Viserys and Daenerys both stared wide-eyed at him in surprise and even some awe.

After a few moments of muttering to themselves Thin Man spoke, "But how do we know if your so called supporters are even real? For all we know you don't even have any more supporters." He sneered.

"Our...family had many friends and allies. Even though we did lose the war we still have blood relations in Westeros. My mother…uh." Percy discreetly nudged Viserys for help.

While he knew a bit about his origins, Daenerys had been quite the rambler, he didn't know nearly enough just yet.

Viserys thankfully picked on, "Oh yes. My nephew's mother was Elia Martell, late princess of Dorne. Surely Perseus's uncle's the princess's Oberyn and Doran Martell would pay you all handsomely for the safety of their beloved nephew." He chuckled nervously.

This seemed to greatly interest the three men as they all began muttering and nodding to each other.

Thin Man looked back at them, "Alright. We'll take you to your lordling uncles." He said.

Percy let out a deep breath that he didn't even know he was holding. Boh Viserys and Daenerys slowly regained confidence as the worst was seemingly over.

"But then we don't need you other two do we?" Dirt Face said with a sickly smile.

Viserys sputtered, "B-But we all need to stick together! The prince's wouldn't take kindly to the deaths of their family." He argued.

The man's smile grew even larger, "I heard that Dorne hated the Targaryens. Because that one fool, Rhaegan or whatever, ran off with that Stark girl." He said.

"My brother was not a fool! You take that back you mongrels." Daenerys yelled angrily.

They all laughed, "She's got a mouth on her." Dirt Face leered at Daenerys, "I like the ones with a little fight in them."

Percy's stomach churned in disgust. He didn't know how any human could be as disgusting as these three. These men were just like the monsters who only wanted to torment demigods and couldn't see past their own greed.

Wait.

"400,000 gold. For our safe passage to Dorne." Percy said quickly.

They stopped laughing, "400,000!?" Thin Man asked with greed shining in his eyes.

Percy nodded, "400,000 for all three of us. I think that should be more than enough. You can split it between yourselves." He pretended to curse himself for his stupidity, "I forgot. You can't split 400,000 evenly between the three of you. One of you can just get more than the other two." He shrugged.

Like the starved rats they were, they took the bait.

"I'll get the extra 100,000!" Thin Man proclaimed.

"But that's not fair. Why do you get the extra gold!?" Dirt Face seethed at him.

Thin Man growled at him, "Because I am the leader you imbecile!" He snapped.

"We didn't vote you to be the leader!" Fat Man said angrily.

Dirt Face scoffed, "Of course you didn't vote. You were too busy stuffing your face, you fat pig." He sneered.

Percy slowly brought a stupefied Viserys back to where Daenerys stood as the arguing increased.

"I'm not fat!"

"Oh both of you shut up! Neither of you are skinny."

"Not everyone can be a stick like you!"

"I'm not fat!"

"For the Faith of the Seven would you shut up fatso!"

"I say that I get the extra gold and that's it."

"How about we split the extra gold and leave the fatty out of it. He'd just buy more food to stuff his face anyway."

"I'M NOT FAT!"

And just like that Fat Man barreled towards the two men with a furious howl.

"What the hell are you- ack!" The Thin Man's protest stopped short as he was bulldozed over along with Dirt Face.

The three men began thrashing around on the floor. Thin Man let out a pained scream as Fat Man accidentally broke his arm by sitting on it while it was at an odd angle. The fight was quickly turned bloody after that.

Percy grabbed both Viserys and Daenerys, "Let's go!" He said, hurriedly leading them to the door they entered from.

The moment the door opened they bolted down the road. It was almost dawn so a few people were outside. Odd looks were thrown their way as they ran away from the enraged yelling of the fighting trio.

After running a good ways away they turned into a split between two houses to regain their breath.

"That...was...amazing!" Viserys panted heavily.

Percy let a small grin form on his face, "It was nothing really. I'm just glad those guys were idiots." He chuckled. If you hung out with a child of Athena long enough you learned a few things.

"You made them fight each other with just words! I've never seen anyone do that before." Daenerys stared at him in absolute awe.

"Using words to defeat your enemy. My father used to say that only a true King could do something like that." Viserys said with a look of pride.

All the praise was actually making him blush a bit so he looked away from both of them, "We should get some rest. They might try and find us after they stop fighting each other. We need to leave soon." Percy said.

Viserys nodded, "I'll stay up and watch. Don't want to get caught by surprise again." He said.

"No, it's fine. Both of you go to sleep. I'll watch this time." Percy told him. He was still energized so he doubted he'd be able to get some sleep.

Viserys looked unsure but eventually ceded. After bringing out a cover from his sack, he laid next to Daenerys against the wall. It didn't take long for both of them to doze off.

Percy sighed as the recent events officially registered in his mind. Even in his next life it seemed that trouble just had to find him.

He looked at the peacefully snoring siblings. Atleast not too much had changed. He still had a family. Loved ones to protect.

Now he could begin to understand why he had been reincarnated with all of his past memories. It was to help these two defenseless children. He had met the Fates themselves so he didn't believe in coincidence. This was the purpose of his new life now.

Percy Jackson had died. If it was Percy's time to die then that was just fate. And while he hadn't necessarily completed his role in the Prophecy of Seven. Atleast not to his knowledge. He had fulfilled his purpose many times over before that.

Now it was time for Perseus Targaryen to fulfill his purpose. And he would be damned if he failed.

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They left the free city of Myr first thing in the morning. Viserys was able to scrounge up a few silver coins for an old horse. It wasn't in the best condition but there was no way for them to get a better one with the amount of money they had.

Hopefully it would be enough to get them to their next destination. The free city of Lys.

According to Viserys, the city was one of the wealthiest of all the free cities. But more importantly it had an abundance of citizens that were the descendants of Old Valyria. Lesser houses that fled during the Doom of Valyria and set up shop in Lys.

It was a good plan. They wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb since there were plenty of people who had their Valyrian looks.

"We should rest for now. We won't be able to see a few feet in front of us soon." Viserys announced.

Percy looked at the setting sun before nodding, "You're probably right. Let's get off the main road then." He began leading their old horse off the road towards a narrow canyon.

"What are we going to do once we get to Lys?" Daenerys asked from atop their mount.

"I'm sure one of the noble families can shelter us. Our Valyrian blood is purer than theirs. The Targaryens are the only noble family left of Old Valyria after all." Viserys boasted.

Percy discreetly rolled his eyes, "I'd rather not take the chance that these noble families 'might' take us in." They weren't obligated to look after them, "We should lay low. Maybe even get a job working for one of these families."

Viserys'a face scrunched up, "I refuse to play servant to people of lower status than me!" He hissed angrily.

"Would you rather we risk the chance of becoming slaves? That's what Lys practices right?" Percy asks.

"Mostly pleasure slaves but what of it? They wouldn't dare harm the last Targaryens." Viserys said unconcerned.

Percy shot the boy an annoyed look, "And if you're wrong? If they decide to kill us and just make Daenerys another pleasure slave?" He asked in a biting tone.

This notion seemed to put some sense into Viserys's thick skull. While she was still fairly young they both knew that Daenerys was naturally beautiful. So just in light of this fact the pleasure garden owners would care little about her age. In fact it may even attract more sick minded customers.

Viserys snarled in frustration, "Then what do you suggest we do? We can't afford a place to stay in for too long when we get there." He pointed out.

"I'm still thinking of something. It'll come to me eventually." Percy told him.

Viserys didn't seem to share his faith as he simply scoffed before falling silent.

Percy looked up as he felt a hand settle on his shoulder, "You'll find a way, Perseus. Just like the last time." Daenerys said with a smile.

He returned her smile before refocusing ahead. Sometimes he really wished he could be as hopeful as Daenerys. She always seemed to find the light in any situation. Most likely due to her childish innocence.

Lo and behold, Percy didn't have this metaphorical blanket of childish naivety to protect him. When they got to Lys there were only two options left to them.

1)Become a servant for one of the wealthy houses that lived there. 2)Beg on the streets (which would inevitably lead to slavers picking them up).

If he went with the most likely option which was number one. Then he alone would have to become a servant since he seriously doubted Viserys would. And he wouldn't even take the chance of Daenerys becoming victim to some old perverted geezer. So it was up to him to then earn enough money to provide for both Viserys and Daenerys. In that time period he may also be able to start re-conditioning his body and getting reacquainted with his old sword skills.

Maybe he could even teach Viserys so he could protect Daenerys while he was away and not be completely useless.

It wasn't a flawless plan but it was the best he could come up with given their horrible position.

Once they found a small cave to take shelter in, they lit a fire to keep warm and ate some stale bread. Viserys was the first to fall asleep moaning about how sore his feet were. Percy decided to stay up with Daenerys and tell her a few stories about all his past life's adventures. Not that she knew that.

"So the hero really stuck his sword down the lion's mouth!?" Daenerys asked, her face scrunched up in disgusted curiosity.

"The lion's hide was so tough that no blade could pierce it. So the hero had no choice but to attack the inside of the lion's mouth. Where it was most vulnerable. But instead of killing the beast with his sword." Percy paused dramatically, "The lion ate the sword!"

Daenerys immediately broke down into a giggling fit, "Well, what did the hero expect? That was a stupid plan." She laughed.

Percy wagged his finger, "Ah, but the hero wasn't quite finished yet. Now that he had no weapon. He had no choice but to tickle the indestructible beast until it surrendered!" He proclaimed.

She gave him a disbelieving look, "That's just silly. How could anyone win a battle by tickling their opponent?" Percy grinned mischievously.

"Just like this!" He pounced on the unsuspecting girl and began ruthlessly tickling her.

"Perseus...I...can't take any more. I...surrender." Daenerys giggled madly as she was forced to squirm around.

After a few moments Percy decided to take mercy on the girl and stop tickling her. The sun had long since fallen and the only source of light, except the moon, was their small fire.

He decided to call it a night before their fire brought any predators their way, "Alright. Time to get some rest."

Daenerys whined, "I'm not tired though." She complained before unwillingly letting out a yawn.

Percy gave her an amused look, "That yawn says otherwise. C'mon let's go." He said, extinguishing the fire.

Pale moonlight streamed inside their cave as Percy helped tuck Daenerys next to a lightly snoring Viserys.

"Can you lay next to me until I fall asleep, Perseus? Please." Daenerys pleaded.

Percy nodded, "Sure. I'll stay with you until you fall asleep." It was his turn to watch anyway.

He laid down next to Daenerys and wrapped an arm around her as she snuggled into his side. After a couple minutes of silence Daenerys spoke.

"Perseus, do you think we'll be okay?" Daenerys asked softly.

The question caught him off guard but he replied quickly, "Of course, we'll be fine. I won't let anyone hurt you, Daenerys." She tilted her head up a bit to look at him.

"You promise?" Her purple eyes shined up at him.

Percy smiled, "I pinky promise." He said gently.

She frowned a bit, "What's a pinky promise?" This world really was different from his last one.

"A pinky promise is a special promise. It's special because the two parties take each other's pinky fingers like this-" Percy demonstrated by hooking both of his pinky fingers together, "-and doing so binds the promise. Physically and spiritually." Daenerys took in the new information before smiling widely.

"Then pinky promise." She beamed, holding up her pinky.

Percy grinned before connecting his pinky finger with hers, "Pinky promised. Now go to sleep you little trouble maker." He kissed the top of her brow goodnight.

It didn't take long before Daenerys was snoring alongside her brother. And after a few hours of watch, Percy fell asleep as well.

oOo

The Free City of Lys...

It wasn't very hard to hitch a ride on some fisherman's boat in order to get to the island city of Lys.

The island itself was breathtaking. There was crystal clear blue water that was filled with countless fish. Palm trees and fruit trees decorated the island adding to its natural beauty. It looked like a tropical paradise.

After thanking the fisherman all three Targaryens set out towards the city. Just as Viserys said, many of the Lyseni people had the looks of Old Valyria. The differences between them and the Lyseni were barely noticeable.

"We need to find a place to stay before I go out and look for a nobleman to serve." Percy inwardly grimaced at the idea of serving someone but he had little to no choice.

Viserys rummaged through his sack, "I only have one gold dragon. It's enough to pay for two weeks at an inn at best." He told Percy.

Percy nodded, "Let's get a room then. I'll go searching for a place to work in after we settle." They all began walking to find an inn.

While they were searching for a place to stay they marveled at the different shops and attractions. The city was certainly more lively than Myr.

He, along with Viserys, blushed crimson as they walked past a pillow house. Beautiful Lyseni women stood outside provacally tempting any passersby to come inside.

"Hello handsome. Want to come inside and become a man?" A long gold-white haired beauty of a woman purred at Percy.

His eyes involuntarily drifted down to the upper portion of her exposed cleavage, "N-No thanks." He gulped before hurriedly pushing along a gaping Viserys and an innocent looking Daenerys.

If he were older and in a better position financially he might have taken up on her offer. That lady was quite gorgeous, not Aphrodite gorgeous but still. His biggest regret and embarrassment was that he had died a virgin.

Sure he and Annabeth had 'explored' together but it never came to that point. And he was still a teen trapped in a child's body. Needs had to be met.

"Did you see the pair of breasts on that one Perseus!?" Viserys said in awe, still sneaking a few glances behind them.

"They looked like they were going to pop any minute." Daenerys said, with a disgusted wrinkle in her face.

Viserys rolled his eyes, "That's the whole point, little sister. They were big enough to bury my face in!" He giggled in excitement making Percy roll his eyes in amusement.

Daenerys hummed before looking down at her not so developed chest, "Do you think mine will grow to be that big?" She said pawing at her flat chest involuntarily drawing leering looks from some of the men around them.

Percy gave them his best wolf stare before taking a firm hold of her hand, "Don't worry about any of that, Dany. You're perfect just as you are." He told her.

"Did you just call me Dany?" She asked in surprise.

"Uh. Yeah, sorry. It's just something I came up with." Her name was rather long for a guy like him, "I can keep calling you Daenerys if you want." She rapidly shook her head.

"No! I like it." She smiled prompting him to return one of his own.

After a few more minutes of roaming around they finally found an inn. The inside of the inn was poorly lighted and a few people were spread throughout the many tables and chairs.

Viserys led the way to the bar where a balding man served drinks to other guests.

"We would like a room please." Viserys put down a gold coin in front of the innkeeper.

He looked down at the gold coin before looking at them, "Where are your parents?" He asked curiously.

Percy noticed a few of the inn guests look at them. Most of their gazes were settled on Daenerys. He could tell that depending on their answer they were going to have problems.

"Our uncle is currently in a pillow house. He told us to get a room in the meantime." Percy lied, ignoring the slightly surprised looks of Viserys and Daenerys.

The innkeeper looked at him before taking the gold dragon, "Follow me." He grunted as he led them up a flight of stairs.

Percy glanced at one old man dressed in red armor and a black cloak. The man had obviously drunk himself to sleep as he was passed out on one of the tables in the far corner of the place. He looked familiar but Percy pushed those thoughts aside as the inn keeper kept leading them away.

They went down the hall and stopped at a brown wooden door, "Here is your room. If you want food then you'll have to come down for it yourselves." The innkeeper told them before handing Percy a key.

"Thank you. We understand." Percy told him.

The man only grunted again before walking back the way they came. Once he was down the stairs, Daenerys and Viserys looked at him.

"When could you speak perfect Lyseni?" Viserys asked.

He blinked, "What? I was just speaking Eng- I mean Westerosi." This world's version of English was Westerosi.

Just like the modern English of his old world, Westerosi was one of the most popular languages in the Known World.

Viserys shook his head, "No, you weren't. You were speaking perfect Lyseni. I can understand and speak bits and pieces since Lyseni is a bastardized version of Old Valyrian but not as good as you did." He said.

Well this was just as surprising to him as it was to them. He had no clue he was even speaking another language. It all just sounded like English to him, like the way Greek sounded like English to him in his old life.

"I guess I'm just better at picking up other languages than you two." Percy shrugged before unlocking their door.

Thankfully this seemed to be enough for them to drop the subject. The room wasn't all that glorious. There were two beds and a few other pieces of furniture like a desk and chair along with a small bookcase.

Once they settled in, Percy dressed himself in his cleanest pair of black trousers, black leather boots and a white linen long sleeve shirt. He wanted to look like a well groomed servant not a throwaway child off the streets. So he tried his best to style his hair but eventually gave up after a few minutes. It wasn't like he could really see his progress either. He really needed to invent mirrors.

"Alright. How do I look?" Percy turned to look at Viserys and Daenerys both of whom were laying on their respective beds.

Viserys looked him over, "Hmm. You still look runt." He said before returning to reading a book he had found.

Daenerys shot her brother a glare, "Don't listen to him, Perseus. You look very nice." She assured Percy.

He was still a little annoyed at Viserys's comment but he nodded in thanks, "Thanks, Dany. Okay then. I'm leaving now. Don't leave the room unless you're getting something to eat and never alone. Got it?" Percy asked them, receiving a nod from Daenerys and a half-hearted hand wave from Viserys.

And with that Percy set off with high spirits and even higher hopes.

oOo

Some few hours later…

Percy's search for a wealthy family had been largely successful. The search for a wealthy family that required extra assistance in the form of a servant however was not so successful.

Sure there had been plenty of families who wanted Percy to work for them, but not as a servant.

The amount of pedophiles in this new world was staggering to say the least. Men thrice the age of Percy openly leered at him like he was a slab of meat. And not the 'I want to eat you' type of stare that Percy had become used to from the many monsters who wanted a bite of a demigod sized snack.

This was more like a 'there are so many things I want to do to you and none of them are morally good' kind of stare. Morally because apparently there were no such laws in this world that protected children from perverse predators. Percy had lost count of how many girls and boys as young as him that he had seen 'working' in these wealthy families homes.

It was enough to turn his stomach. He couldn't imagine Viserys, or gods forbid Daenerys, being forced to do acts of pleasure with these animals.

Because that's honestly what most of these 'noblemen' were. Anyone willing to do such vile acts to children deserved nothing short of a trip from Hades himself. Thankfully not all of Lys's populace was as sick as the majority.

"And you said your name was Perseus Jackson?" Moredo Rogare was an old man. He had silver hair that had long since turned grey with age along with bright misty blue eyes.

Percy didn't know much about the Rogare family other than the fact that they used to be a banking family but they eventually lost a good portion of their fortune after a few unsavory spats with other noble families in Lys. With that in mind, Percy had decided against telling the Lord of the Rogare family that he was in fact Perseus Targaryen. There was no telling if Moredo would try and use Percy and his family to regain his lost power.

"That's quite an odd surname. I don't think I've ever heard of such a surname before." Lord Rogare's wife murmured.

Lady Larra Rogare was unsurprisingly a lot younger than her husband. Most noblemen, old or not, took a liking for having a much younger partner. She had the distinct features of Old Valyria with long gold-silver hair, a tan and dark blue eyes. Percy could guess that she was probably no older than twenty.

Percy already had come up with a way of explaining his odd name, "My father's name was Jack but he died, along with my mother, when I was born. So my uncle named me Perseus Jackson because Jack was my father's name and...well I'm his son." He finished, looking rather embarrassed.

Lord Rogare let out howls of laughter while Lady Rogare giggled behind her hand, "Your uncle sounds like quite the joker." He coughed, regaining his breath.

If only they knew. Viserys was about as far from funny as one could get. Or maybe it's just because recently they hadn't had much to joke about. Given that they were currently on the run for their lives.

"My uncle is currently ill so I need to be the one to provide for him for a change." Percy told them.

Lord Rogare looked unsure, "Uh, well you see young Perseus we don't really need a-" his wife cut him off with a shush.

"Oh stop it, Moredo. How could we possibly turn this boy away? Of course we'd love to have you, Perseus." Lady Rogare smiled warmly.

Lord Rogare sighed, "Well, I guess that decides it. We'll pay you a 1000 silver stags every end of the week for your servitude from henceforth." He told Percy.

The amount surprised Percy to the point where he had to struggle to not show an outwards reaction. Every 210 silver stags was worth one golden dragon. He'd essentially be making almost five gold dragons a week. Not bad at all.

"T-Thank you, Lord and Lady Rogare. You won't regret this." Percy promised them.

"I'd hope not. Alright then, I guess I'll show you all the work you'll be doing around here. Follow me boy." Lord Rogare said standing to his feet with a heave.

And so began Percy's servitude to the house of Rogare.

oOo

297 AC, Lys

A lot had changed for Percy over the past nine or so years.

Working for the Rogare family had proved to be the turning point that he and his family so desperately needed.

A year after he started serving the Rogare house, Percy had begun re-teaching himself, along with training with Viserys, in swordplay. It was hard work mostly due to the fact that Percy didn't believe in taking it easy. They were fighting for their survival on a daily basis. It was only right that they trained as such.

Some time after their initial start, Viserys became good enough with a sword to get a job in the cityguard. Percy was very surprised when Viserys had been the one to tell him that he was going to get the job. The hard labour and training Viserys went through both humbled him and molded him into a better person.

No longer was he the same uptight, snobby, lazy, lanky Targaryen boy prince. Instead in his place was a disciplined, cocky, fit and humorous 20 year old man. A huge upgrade in Percy's eyes.

Their relationship had also evolved into being more like brothers instead of an estranged uncle and nephew.

Meanwhile, while Percy and Viserys did the hard labour and training, Daenerys had grown as well. She was still a bit shy when speaking with strangers but she was just more into books then social interactions. Over the years she had become quite the historian with her reading texts that aged back as far as Old Valyria. Her relationship with Viserys took a turn for the best and now they were just like how a brother and sister should be towards one another.

Percy had also come to look at Daenerys like a little sister. It was hard not too when he had essentially taken care of her for the last few years. She shared all of her thoughts and dreams with him. Percy was glad to be able to watch her grow into a young woman even though she was still only 13 years old.

As for Percy, he kept serving under the Rogare house while also re-evaluating his new weaknesses. Even at 15 years old his body was nowhere near the level of strength that his old one had possessed. There was no way to measure such a thing but he could throw out a guess and say that he was at probably a quarter of his old strength. Stronger than the average soldier sure but borderline superhuman compared to the supernatural level it had been at.

So while he was still a very good swordsman, he was still far from his old level of sword fighting. It simply came down to the simple fact that he couldn't physically accomplish most of the feats of his old life. A minor problem but it didn't matter too much. It wasn't like he was fighting Giants and Titans in this world. His superior experience and skill should be more than enough to best any swordsman.

But while he had accepted the loss of the majority of his old strength there was something else that troubled him.

Over the past years the tiny glass ball feeling in his stomach had grown to the point where it felt like his old level of power. Maybe even a bit stronger. He had yet to actually try and 'call' on this strange new power. There was no telling what would happen. It didn't feel like his old sea powers, and he'd rather not accidentally destroy something in the process of finding out.

So for now he simply ignored the growing power inside him and focused on developing his new body to its physical peak.

Which he did end up succeeding in. Atleast as much as he could while still being a growing 15 year old. Percy had been fit in old life, it was kind of mandatory, but his body never got to the point of developing actual visible muscles. He by no means looked like Hercules but he definitely took on the more lean and defined body that an athletic god like Apollo had.

But while having a new body that was a lot more physically fit and appealing was awesome. It brought in a flurry of other problems. His body's hormones were officially in full effect.

Now he could have easily relieved these tensions by simply going to one of the many pillow houses in Lys, but he would rather not spend any money on luxuries. Sure they weren't starving anymore but they still didn't have much.

And so his sexual tension kept growing and growing until one day while he was working in the garden of the Rogare manse his relief came in the form of the lady, Larra Rogare. It was a completely unexpected occurrence for Percy.

…

Ok, maybe he did kind of lead her on by taking off his shirt but she was already practically drooling at him by that point.

The moment she led him to the main chamber they went at it like rabbits.

Now Percy usually wasn't one to sleep with another man's wife(that was more of Zeus's thing). That was before his hormones hadn't reached an absolute bat shit level of horniness. So after that not so faithful day, he and Lady Rogare took any chance they could to screw each other's brains out.

He should have known that it wouldn't end well. The reality tv shows of his old world should have taught him that these kinds of things always ended badly.

But the Oracle herself couldn't possibly know that it would be this bad.

Percy plopped down next to Lady Rogare with a dopey smile on his face, "That...was amazing." He breathed out.

Lady Rogare laid next to him looking very satisfied and sweaty, "You always perform amazingly, my love." She smiled, trying to calm her heavy breathing.

He positioned himself between her legs, "Do you think we can go again before Lord Rogare comes back from his trip?" Percy gave her a roguish grin.

"You are an insatiable beast. What would I do without you?" She said coyly.

"Probably find someone else to satisfy you." Percy breathed in sharply as she gripped his manhood hard with her hand.

She brought their lips close, "No one can fuck me like the way you do, my love." Lady Rogare smirked.

Their lips crashed together and eventually parted to begin their regular battle for dominance. Once he slipped himself back inside of her, the room was quickly filled with moans.

And just as Percy began speeding up his thrusts, the door to the main chamber burst open.

"What's going on in here!" Percy scrambled off of Lady Rogare while she brought the bed covers over herself with a surprised 'eep'.

Standing shocked still in the doorway was Lord Rogare, his mouth wide open as his mind tried to process the unholy sight before him.

The worst possible outcome just had to happen to him. There had to be hundreds of thousands of wives cuckolding their husbands at this very moment but the world deemed Perseus Targaryen ripe for fates proverbial 'fuck you' train. It was like the three fates still had it out for him. He could have sworn that he heard a woman's amused chuckle in the back of his mind.

His life was over.

Lys was practically ruled by all the wealthy and noble families. It was laughable at how easy Lord Rogare could sentence Percy to death.

The sobbing faces of Viserys and Daenerys flashed across his mind. They would be alone again. Just as they had been before. Completely exposed to the cruel nature of this gods forsaken world. They had barely survived with the help of a reincarnated demigod. One could only imagine would happen to them once Percy was gone.

Percy had grown to love his new family just as much as he did his old one. The sometimes irritating but brotherly love of Viserys. His sweet little sister figure, Daenerys, who always was able to put a smile on his face no matter how grim things looked.

Sure his new family was just as estranged as his old one but that didn't make it worse. Percy had found his loved ones. The ones he protected with fierce and unbending loyalty. It was practically written into his soul. He couldn't let his family become mere victims to this world.

He wouldn't allow it.

And so he did the only thing his panicked brain could think of. He reached behind him towards the wall above the bed-post and took a hold of the Valyrian steel sword of the house of Rogare, Truth.

With overwhelming strength and precision, he threw the sword like a javelin. And watched it pierce right through the chest of Lord Rogare.

And done! Now I know what you might be thinking.

Why the hell did you decide to rewrite it!?

Truth is, I felt like the Tale of the Black Dragon deserved better writing. The idea of the story was concrete but the characters just didn't have enough well character to really develop the story. I want to be able to connect with the characters and I'm sure some of you do as well. It took a long while to decide what I wanted to do. And a lot of procrastinating too. But now that I finished this first chapter. I feel like my choice was for the best.

I'm sorry if some of you were hoping I continue the other story and I can only hope you try to give this rewrite a chance. This new story will still have those badass fight scenes, albeit a lot more tamed, but it's for the betterment of the overall tale.

Again, sorry if I disappointed anyone but this needed to be done.

On another note. I have so many stories drafted and even some with a few chapters to them already. It's like I have so many stories and crossover plots that it just keeps me up at night!

I know some people don't like authors that write multiple stories at the same time but I really think my attention span is worse than Percy's.

Anyways, until next time! Hopefully not too long of a wait this time. Haha