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Story: Champion of Olympus: Child of the First One

Chapter 1: Dangerous Sight

AN: This is the last story in the Champion of Olympus series. This story will be mostly in third person POV, but like the first chapter there will be some Percy POV.

Camp Half Blood

Percy POV

I swam through the darkness of the sea as I plunged deeper into the ocean. I wasn't sure where I was going, but something pulled me deeper and deeper into the depths of the sea. Suddenly, I saw lights in the distance. I swam faster toward the lights until I stopped abruptly at the sight before me. The city of Atlantis stood proudly on top of a large undersea plateau, its gleaming towers shining brightly in the darkness of the deep sea. Lights flashed as explosions and small green fires blazed in the water. I looked at the small fires closely and realized that the flames were green for a reason; this was Greek fire, the only fire that could burn under the sea.

I saw movement around the explosions and fires to see mermen and Cyclopes fighting against half-man, half-shark soldiers as well as enormous monsters that I couldn't name.

A golden chariot moved from the great palace in the center of the city. It was pulled by four big hippocampi. The driver was an elderly man with a long white beard. He wore golden armor that seemed to weigh him down.

An octopus the size of a sky scraper rose from the depths of the sea and approached the man in the golden chariot. Its immense tentacles moved to strike him, but suddenly a golden light appeared in the man's hand, and then a golden trident materialized, glowing with blue energy. The man raised the trident and fired a blast of energy at the octopus. The beam struck the monster in the head and the creature dissolved into the water like blue food coloring.

The power of the weapon could mean only one thing. That man had to be Poseidon. I moved towards the man until I stood just in front of him. Poseidon smiled at me sadly and said, "The battle against Oceanus goes poorly. Warn the others, I will not be able to defend Olympus. I must protect my realm. Remember what you've seen here, my boy. You are our only hope."

I opened my eyes. It was a dream… or was it? Then I realized it was the Odin Sight. The gift from my grandfather. The ability to see the future or present events. I wasn't sure if that battle was in the future or the present. I would have to find out.

I sat on the edge of my bed. It was August, only a week away from my sixteenth birthday. The Great Prophecy foretold that I would die on that day and that a decision I would make would either save or destroy Olympus. No pressure, right?

The tower of Asgard was my home now. I hadn't seen Olympus in over a year and I would be lying if I said I didn't miss it. Annabeth came back to camp a few weeks ago. She had stayed another school year in San Francisco, although Athena hadn't wanted her to go. Annabeth told me that she had only few monster attacks, but she was able to defeat them easily.

Nico and Bianca had forgiven their father and were expected back today. They stayed in the Underworld with Hades for school and for most of the summer, but something important was about to happen at camp today. Zeus had ordered Annabeth to design a cabin for Hades and the Hephaestus cabin to construct it. The cabin was finished yesterday and today Zeus would arrive to officially introduce Hades to his cabin. I knew Zeus was trying to make amends to Hades for the death of Maria di Angelo, but I wasn't sure if it would work.

Speaking of Zeus, I hadn't spoken to him since the end of the Battle of the Labyrinth. That was the name the campers had come up with. I haven't seen him or Hera since that day. I missed them, but I was still mad at them, especially Hera. Thalia and Jason were still mad as well. They had stayed with me in the tower over the school year and for the summer. Athena came to camp a few days a week to teach us during the school year.

Luke had made up with his dad. He reclaimed his status as the counselor for the Hermes cabin. He seemed happy and for some reason he and Clarisse had become close. They were an unusual pair, but they seemed to get along well, even though they were both highly competitive. Silena Beauregard with the Aphrodite cabin thought they would make a cute couple. I wasn't sure what was stranger, that Clarisse and Silena were friends, or that Luke and Clarisse had become so close.

Also, something crazy had happened at the beginning of the summer. Grover had arrived at camp with Rachel Dare in tow. He was adamant that Chiron allow the clear sighted mortal into camp. Apollo had arrived a few moments earlier asking Chiron and Mr. D. to allow the girl to enter.

My friends and I had followed the girl and the god of the sun to the Big House, where the mummified oracle had somehow come down to the porch. A green mist poured out of its mouth and entered Rachel's body. Apollo began chanting a spell in ancient Greek that transferred the spirit of the oracle into Rachel, officially making her the new oracle. I found out later that Hades had promised to release the curse on the oracle if a new potential oracle could be found. Rachel had volunteered when Apollo had approached her with the idea.

So now we had a new oracle and she wasn't a mummy, which was a relief to many. Although Rachel could be a little scary; it's not every day that a teenage girl starts spouting green smoke and talking with a strange otherworldly voice at dinner time.

I got dressed and was about to open the door to my room when I saw the drawing of Blackjack that Stacy, a daughter of Athena, had given me. I can still remember the day when I had rescued Grover, the pegasus and Stacy from the Princess Andromeda. I hadn't seen Stacy since my return. I avoided going into camp, except to train. I knew that some of the campers blamed me for the death of their siblings.

I would try to find Stacy later; I loved her like a little sister. I felt bad that I hadn't tried to find her since my return. I knew that she went to her uncle's house for the school year, so I hoped she had returned by now.

"Percy," a voice said from outside my bedroom door.

"Come in Thals," I said. The door opened to reveal Thalia in her black skinny jeans and orange Camp Half Blood shirt.

"Jason and I are going to breakfast, are you ready?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'll meet you all there," I said. Thalia and Jason left the tower.

I sighed as I stood up. I walked to the door of the tower, but suddenly I clutched my head in pain and fell to my knees. My vision blurred; a bright light engulfed my mind, and then everything cleared.

I saw a vision of a world of rock engulfed by flames. My mind entered a large cavern and flew down into the depths of the planet until I could actually feel the immense heat. The cavern opened up into a large room made of an unusual brownish red rock. I was in the middle of a giant underground room. A lava flow cascaded down into a large pit and a river of lava flowed into a massive lava lake in front of me.

I looked closely at the lake and saw two small figures kneeling on the ground in front of a tall dark haired man. The man looked up, and I saw that it was Loki. He wore his golden armor and a broad evil grin crossed his face. I moved closer in order to hear what they were saying.

"Why are we still alive?" Brokkr asked, his voice full of anger and disgust.

"Shut up you little dog. You and your brother are alive for one purpose, to forge a new weapon for me," Loki said angrily.

"We will not," Sindri said.

"Oh, you will. If not I will flay you both alive and then feed you piece by piece to my minions," Loki threatened.

Sindri and Brokkr both stared at the god in fear and despair. "Why did you kill our brethren?" Brokkr asked. Tears began to fall from his eyes as he looked around at the dead bodies around him.

"I only needed the creators of Mjolnir, no one else," Loki answered. "This world will die soon enough and in doing so it will increase my power." Loki raised his hand; his broken staff appeared on the ground and next to it were a pile of Uru metal and another weapon. This one had a curved blade. I looked at it closely. It was Kronos's scythe.

Suddenly, my vision blurred and I opened my eyes. I was sitting on the floor of my room near the door. I stood up carefully; I was still a little dizzy from the vision. Two visions of the Odin Sight in one morning, I had a terrible headache at the moment.

I stood up carefully, still a little unsteady from the vision, I exited the tower. I walked to the mess hall to find Jason and Thalia seated at the head table. Poseidon had told me I could sit at his table, but I didn't want him to get in trouble with Zeus or Hera, so I had politely declined. I walked in and sat next to Thalia.

After I ate, I made my way to the Athena table and sat down next to Annabeth.

"Hey," I said. The worried expression on my face must have given something away because Annabeth stared at me intently.

"What's wrong Seaweed Brain?" Annabeth asked.

"I had two visions," I said.

Annabeth and Malcolm looked at me worriedly. "What kind of visions?" Annabeth asked asked.

"Loki has destroyed Nidavellir, the realm of the Dwarves. I also saw Atlantis under attack by Oceanus's forces," I said. Annabeth placed her hand on my shoulder. Thalia and Jason joined us at the Athena table. I told Jason and Thalia about my dream as well.

"Why that realm?" Jason asked.

"Brokkr and Sindri live there. They're the ones that forged Mjolnir for me," I said. I looked down at the table sadly. "Loki wants them to create a new weapon for him. I could see his broken staff along with a mass of Uru metal and…" I stopped as I thought of how to break this news to my friends.

"And what?" Annabeth asked.

I sighed, and then I looked at my girlfriend's worried face. "And Kronos's scythe," I answered.

My friend's faces showed a mix of shock and fear. "We need to tell the gods," Malcolm said. Malcolm hadn't spoken to me in months, so it was almost strange to hear his voice.

I began to spin the ring on my finger. Mjolnir glowed as I touched it. Annabeth grabbed my hand. I turned to look into her stormy grey eyes. "You're not planning on doing something stupid, are you?" she asked.

"I can use my magic to go to Nidavellir," I insisted. "I can rescue my friends and stop them from forging the new weapon."

"You can't do that; it would take at least a day for you to recover enough to come back here. We need you here," Annabeth explained. I looked down at the table. "Percy, you can't go. What if the enemy attacked us again? Or worse, what if they attacked Olympus?"

"I know," I said. "But can we afford for Loki to get a weapon with that much power? It might be stronger than Mjolnir. How could anyone stop him then?"

All my friends nodded, but I could tell that they were worried.

Malcolm glared at me, but I wasn't sure why.

"I can't believe that you're going to run out on us again. Too many people died last time you weren't here," Malcolm said. Annabeth and Thalia both glared at him angrily. I stood up and walked to the son of Athena. Malcolm stood up and continued to glare at me.

"What is your problem?" I asked angrily.

"You're the problem, you'd rather be Norse than Greek," Malcolm spat.

"Do you really think that?" I asked in disbelief.

"Some people do," Annabeth confessed.

Malcolm looked down at his feet and I could have sworn I saw a tear run down his cheek. "She died because of it."

"What? Who died?" I asked. I looked at Annabeth, but she wouldn't meet my eyes.

"What?" I asked incredulously. "I thought she went to her aunt's house for the school year."

"Stacy died in the battle," Malcolm said. I was shocked. "You were too busy being angry with Hera and Zeus to notice. Too busy with your tower and new pets." My hands shook with anger, sadness and guilt. Malcolm looked up at me, but his angry expression had faded slightly, his eyes were more sad than angry now.

I stood up on a chair and looked around the mess hall. Chiron and Lupa were watching me carefully, waiting to see if I would lose my control or not.

"You all think that, don't you?" I asked as I looked around the room. "You think I'd rather be Norse than Greek." Several people glared at me, while a few others like Annabeth and Thalia shook their heads. "I was sent to Asgard by the Titans as I tried to save Artemis and my friends," I explained. "I learned about the other part of my heritage there. I trained hard and became more powerful, in order to save this world." I looked around the mess hall. All eyes were on me. "I could have stayed there. It was the most beautiful place I had ever seen. But I had to come back." I looked around the room again, I could feel the anger and sorrow building within me. "I left knowing that Asgard would be forever lost to the void once I was gone. I lost my second home because I cared so much for this world and all of you, my friends." I said the word with a hint of disgust.

The demigods in the room all looked down sadly, some stared at their feet while others just played with the food on their plates.

Clarisse stood up. "Why weren't you here for the battle then?" she asked angrily.

I sighed loudly as I looked at the daughter of Ares. "I wish I could have been, but I had to stop Prometheus from raising Typhon. The camp would have been utterly destroyed if that monster had been freed," I said. "Loki sent me to Hel, in hopes I would be trapped there. Hela taught me more about my legacy as the grandson of Odin. I gained allies and I came back as soon as I had enough energy to do so. I got to watch the battle from that realm. I got to see my friends die or get injured, but I couldn't do anything to help."

I stopped talking as I turned back toward Malcolm. "Do you think I wanted anyone to die?" Malcolm shook his head. "I'm so sorry about Stacy; she was like my little sister too." All of the anger within me had faded. The entire mess hall was quiet now. Clarisse and a few others that stood up earlier had taken their seats, except for Malcolm and me.

Malcolm looked up at me. He actually had tears in his eyes. I had never seen the son of Athena so emotional. "I'm sorry Percy, I know you would have come back sooner, if you could have," Malcolm said. I stepped forward and hugged my friend.

"You know my fatal flaw is loyalty; sometimes I get caught between differing loyalties. I don't know what to do now. I don't want others to die when I can help," I said. I let go of Malcolm and turned back toward Annabeth. "I can't let Sindri and Brokkr die when I can help them. I know if I leave there's a risk that others might die, if the enemy attacks, but I know Sindri and Brokkr will die if I do nothing." Annabeth stared at me, and I could tell that she was upset, mostly that I was putting myself in danger again. "I'm the only one who can travel to another realm. I can save them and that's what I intend to do." I stormed past everyone as I ran back toward the tower.

I knew that my two friends only had a short time left. I had to hurry if I was going to rescue them.

AN: A big thank you to Starlit Reader for betaing this chapter. Stay tuned more to come.