Percy Jackson and the Foresworn

The New Start to a Return

CHPT 1

A End or is it the Beginning?

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or HoO, otherwise it would probably be Perlia... and not be finished

An epic battle has just taken place, so epic words would not be able to do such a thing justice. At present we join the Gods atop Olympus as they discuss the ramifications of the battle and the great losses caused by the combined forces of the primordial, Gaea and Porphyrion, the king of giants. Many were lost including two of the three big three children that were once thought to have been those who would bring Olympus to ruin. One, a Nico Di Angelo, son of Hades, died saving Perseus Jackson, another child of the big three and son of Poseidon, from death at the hands of Leon, who would later be defeated by Perseus Jackson in honorable single combat. The loss weighed heavily on Perseus, who would end of watching his other best friends a young son of Jupiter named Jason Grace who died at the hands of Porphyrion right before he and his father joined together and defeated the Giant. He would watch as all of his other friends fell one by one at the hands of the Giants till he stood alone before the earth itself. With nothing left, having lost the love of his relatively short life in Tarturas, he had nothing left to stand for so he fought with his all against the Primordial Goddess and died by using his essence to seal away the Goddess in a perpetual sleep. Forever Sealing his fate as the greatest Demigod to ever live.

With the loss of so many heroes for both the Greek and Roman sides there was very little mirth from any side even with the winning of the battle and the uniting of the two halves. Though all was whole, the world just seemed dimmer and it reflected in the Olympians' domains. Demeter's crops seemed to suffer, Hephaestus's forges did not burn quite as bright, Hermes seemed to joke less, Aphrodite did not glow like she once did, Ares seemed even quicker to anger if that was even possible, Apollo did not seem like the light of the room anymore, while Artemis seemed to shut herself off, Hera was surprisingly enough depressed, Dionysus seemed to be burying himself in some very strong alcohol, even without his father's permission, Athena seemed to hole herself up like Artemis, barely talking to anyone, and Zeus just seemed less himself. But the three that seemed to be taking their losses the worst were Hades, Poseidon, and Hestia.

Hades had now lost both of his children, though they were in his domain they would forever be out of his reach. He seemed to be even more morbid than before. He tried to reach out to the one person he believed could feel his pain, but they too seemed to have shut their self off from the world.

Poseidon was broken and the world seemed to grieve with him. Storms were appearing all across the world, earthquakes became more frequent and the oceans seemed to rage. He barely left his home anymore. With the death of Perseus he seemed to have lost all his former mirth. His form seemed to age and though he did not fade he seemed to have lost some of his former strength.

Hestia seemed to have dimmed considerably. Seeing as she had no children herself she seemed to have begun fading. Perseus was her champion for a reason. He seemed to always tribute to her saying she was his favorite Olympian even before his father. She was there to take care of him when he needed and he there for her. Granted she could never outright claim it she would swear that Perseus was her child and not her brother's. If things had been differently she would have formally adopted him after the loss of his mother to a Drakon, but the foolhardy boy seemed to just run head long into battle not caring for himself saying simply that he would sooner hurt than let his loved ones. She would miss him dearly and as such seemed to fade for that love.

Now for the first time in nearly a year all the Olympian Gods and Goddesses are meeting atop Olympus for their annual meeting. Like all meetings that have occurred over the past few years it was somber. After nearly three hours of delegation, the Gods had reached the final point to be addressed.

"It has nearly been a year since the events of the Gigante war, I believe it is time to start on the repairs on Olympus and perhaps erect statues to those we lost. That being said I propose a notion to build a large memorial near our temples to -as it seems hard for me to say this- the greatest hero we have ever had the privilege of knowing, Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon," Zeus began surprising everyone. "Athena, Hephaestus you will be in charge of this project along with the repairs to Olympus. Also knowing my brother Poseidon, he will most likely request a second statue like the one of Perseus to be sent to Atlantis. I am sure his forges will be more than glad to aid you in this task." Athena and Hephaestus merely nod their heads, while Poseidon did the same with tears forming around his eyes. "I would also like to request a small salt water fountain to be placed near the statue on Olympus for easy access for my brother. The Statue should also include a hearth inside at the base of it, for my sister Hestia seeing as Perseus was her champion in all but name." Suddenly the room became three degrees warmer at the joy Hestia felt. "Next Demeter you and your daughter Persephone will be expected to aid in the landscaping around here. Choose flattering floral to surround the statues. All other details for this project will be discussed at a later date. Onto the more important business. Hades," The God of death stiffened at his name being called but still kept his attention, "Have you had any luck with finding his soul?"

"I have not but I can assure you he has passed on. Perseus Jackson's soul may be missing from my kingdom but he is most assuredly dead." Hades says staring back at Zeus. At that everyone looks down. Not one to quit Zeus looked to Artemis and asks, "Are there any new constellations corresponding with him?"

Artemis looked down and replied, "No I am afraid not. I have witnessed none and my lieutenant is adamant on checking every night. I do believe she gets very little sleep anymore..."

"I see... Ares, how was your trip down into the pit? Did you find any sign of him?"

"No, and believe me I checked good and hard. The midget was my prey I'd be damned if I let some monster take him from me!" Ares roared, lamming his fist into his throne. All the other gods look up and glare at him. All except Hephaestus who simply snorts.

"Please we all know you liked the kid as much as his third biggest supporter on Olympus. Hades knows, you even helped him out as much as he did." Hephaestus says. All he got was a glare back.

"Do not mind me asking but who do you mean by his third biggest supporter?" Zeus asks curious as to who he meant as the other Olympians, excluding Athena, nod their heads.

Hephaestus simply grunts and was about to begin when Athena starts for him, "What Hephaestus means to say is that out of all the Olympians, excluding Poseidon and Hestia, the person following in third after mother and Hades is Dionysus," At that Dionysus spits out his drink, " Because we all know for a fact after Poseidon and Hestia he was the one Olympian who always aided young Perseus on his quests." At this everyone turned their heads and look at Dionysus with curiosity to which he just shrugged.

"Percival Johanson was under my care for quite awhile. As much as it may seem otherwise the boy did eventually grow on me," Dionysus replies, sipping on his wine much to the indignation of his father.

Zeus clears his throat and starts to speak again, "No matter we will continue to search for the boy. Where ever he may-"

"He is fine..." says a mysterious character who seemed to have appeared out of thin air. All heads snap to the direction of the voice. Seemingly floating in the center of the room was a bald man dressed in a white suit wearing a pair of black sunglasses and... picking his nose?! All the Olympians were aghast by it till he flicked his "treasure" into Dionysus' goblet. Then while Dionysus was retching and Hermes laughing, the man started to speak.

"HOW DARE YOU! DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU ARE FOOL! I SHOUL-" Zeus begins shouting before he is interrupted by the man.

"I am here to tell you about Perseus Jackson," the man says as he straightens up to a standing position still floating, "I am here to see if you would like to help the boy with his next adventure, but I can always just leave."

"No, wait please tell me what you know of my son. Please, I will even apologize on the behalf of my brother," Poseidon begs.

"No, I think I will leave. I still have to prepare young Perseus for his coming journey and unfortunately time waits for no one," the man replies, "But I may stay if he apologizes himself."

"Brother, please!" Hestia pleads.

"Fine, I apologize for any rudeness I have displayed towards you." Zeus says with a hint of disgust.

"Not a very good apology, but I will take it," the man says before he begins to root around in his pockets, "Now where did I put that introduction at..." He begins to pull out all manner of scrolls, books, and parchment. "Hmm... Now where could it be..."

A piece of parchment floats over to Athena, and she picks it up hoping to find some clue as to who the man is, but what she finds startles her. The paper is old, older than her perhaps, and in a language unlike any she has seen. The characters baffle her as she tries to decipher it. She stops not to long in when she realized the characters were always changing and shifting in a way to confuse her. "Damn," is all she says.

Losing his patience fast, Ares shouts, "Hurry up!"

To which the man replies simply that he did not like to be rushed.

"AH-HA!" the man shouts reaching into his jacket pocket and pulls out a... yo-yo.

"I have been looking for this for ages."

"If this buffoon is done I would like to return to my huntresses. I can't force Thalia to do all the work," Artemis says with a huff, ready to teleport out of there.

"Hold on I found it." The man pulls out a scroll from his breast pocket and breaks the seal on it. Suddenly the room darkens and a swell of dark clouds loom over the man blocking out all traces of light from above. As he clears his throat the Olympians begin to take notice of the outlines above and behind the man. Atop his head is a gold band that seems to be floating resembling a-a... halo?! And behind him are six pristine outlines in the shape of wings that seem to radiate a divine white light that glares in the darkness, setting a stark contrast to the all encompassing black. But what frightens the Olympians the most is his voice. A sound that will be always likened to the sound of a thousand trumpets singing of victory over a long fought battlefield. The very core of Olympus seemed to shake at the sound.

"HEAR ME NOW DENIZENS OF OLYMPUS! GODS AND MORTALS ALIKE!" He began, " I have been sent by he who sits on high. I have come from the god of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, and Moses. I am the Metatron, keeper of records, and voice of the Holy Spirit. Know this all who hear my voice! I was sent by I AM!"

Author's Note:

I originally wrote a lot more but my computer did not save my document... ARGHH! I hate it! I decided to go with the addition of the archangels and thought this would make the story a bit more interesting. But oh well...

I guess all that is left is to say favorite and review. Please do!

- The Czar

Edits:

Fixed a few things... I kinda enjoyed rereading this. It was wicked cool. Working on the new chapter. I suppose i should have updated this one first but my muse wanted the ghost king...