538NOTE: You need minimum to almost nill knowledge of Percy Jackson to read this story.
Prologue:
"SHIIIIIIIT!"
Free falling from a height of 100 feet was a tiny figure dawned in armour. His limbs flailed around in vain as he fell faster and faster.
'What the hell is going on?!' the figure cried out in vain as he started to spin around. The sky above and the water below started to mix as he spun faster and faster. But the moment he saw water underneath the young man grew clamn.
'Alright demigod powers, please work!' he thought as his body crashed into the water, breaking the surface as he began to slow down.
The young man was alright, water was his domain and it would never hurt him. He opened his eyes and looked around, the water was pure and clean, such a rare thing to see these days, especially for someone who lived in New York for as long as he as.
The young man took a deep breath and sighed, an ability of his was to breath underwater, so he didn't need to come up for air as he let the water seep into his body and heal him.
The young man wore bronze armour that had been torn apart at the seams. His chest plate had large claw marks on it, the orange shirt he wore underneath was cut up as well. He looked down at his body, there wasn't a scratch on him, thank the Gods for the curse of Achilles.
The curse made him invulnerable, no weapon could pierce his skin, unless they found his mortal spot, the one place where he as vulnerable.
The water slowly healed him from his aches as he swam up to the surface. Breaking the water surface he took a deep breath of real air and was stunned by the oxygen rich atmosphere, it really was a powerful thing.
Looking around he found a shore line a few meters away. Diving back into the water he swam at near sub sonic speeds reaching the land mass in moments. He climbed out of the water, clean as a whistled, his powers dried him as he stepped out.
He was faster than anything else in the water, his name was Percy Jackson, the son of the sea God Poseidon. And he was really really lost. He had fallen out of the sky and landed in the middle of what looks to be a large lake. Surrounding the lake was a dense forest, with pine trees all around.
And it was freezing!
Percy looked around confused as hell, 'all right Jackson what's the last thing you remember? Kronos...you were fighting Kronos and then...and then there was an explosion.'
Now Percy was in the middle of Gods' knows where and with no drachma on hand he had no way of contacting anyone! He felt is pockets and found nothing but Riptide, his pen that could transform into a sword. He was really regretting not joining the boy scouts.
'Okay first things first, I need to find people...unless I'm somewhere without people then I'm screwed,' Percy grumbled, 'no, no, I can't afford to think so negatively. I need to find people, now.'
He had no clue where he was, but it was probably somewhere North as it was right now the middle of summer and yet it was freezing. His best bet would be to travel South, and to follow the Lake. Human civilization were always based around water bodies. Thank you Mrs. Green from 4th grade history class!
Percy looked down at his amrou and sighed in regret, it was useless now, nothing more than weight holding him down. The metal was Celestial bronze and was nearly indestructible. But there was that key word, 'nearly'. Apparently attacks from the Titan of time didn't count.
Percy knew his armour would only hold him down, but he also knew the importance of the metal. This thing was the rarest thing in the world, obtained from Mount Olympus itself! He couldn't just leave it lying around for some mortal to find, he needed to hide it.
He ripped off his armour and tore the leather from the metal. He bundled up the metal into a bundle using the leather to tie them together. Percy jumped into the lake once more and swam to the bottom, he found a unique set of rocks near the center and decided to use that as a landmark.
He swam to the rocks and using his control over the water began digging up a small hole where he buried the celestial metal. He covered the hole and made sure to memorise it properly, didn't want to forget it next time he came back.
Percy then swam up to the surface and searched for North. Finding the Sun slowly rising in the West Percy quickly turned South and began swimming as fast as he could.
He was quick, like an arrow shoot from a bow by the goddess of hunting herself. His speed while at sea was unrivaled, except maybe his father...yeah...he would probably try and show off somehow. Stupid God.
As Percy traveled south of the lake he realised that it was tapering to a close, ending in the mouth of a river rushing to the South. With a smile Percy slipped into the river, allowing the current to increase hs speed down South.
It took a long time, hours must have passed as Percy went along the twists and turns of the river, but eventually he noticed something in on the banks of the River.
The trees were thinning out slowly, he found something! He quickly stopped swimming, slowing down and moving towards the bank of the river. He pulled himself out, dry once more due to his powers, as he slowly walked to the clearing in the trees revealing a large two lane paved road.
It wasn't made of tar, but rather stone like people found in London alleys. Growing worried Percy walked up to the cobble stone road and observed it. There were tracks going up and down the road, to many to count or try and follow properly.
'Might as well keep going South, has proven lucky so far,' Percy decided as he continued to walk South.
It was an hour later when his stomach started to grumble with hunger. Percy had stopped several times to drink water from the river and rejuvenate himself, but his demigod powers could only restore so much. He needed real food right now.
But as Percy walked down the road he saw something just after the bend in the road. He walked quickly towards it finding what looked to be a broken wooden wheel in middle of the road. Growing curious Percy walked forward finding more a trail of broken wooden parts leading him to a destroyed wooden cart pushed off the road.
Growing worried and confused at seeing such an old cart in the middle of the road, Percy walked up to the cart and looked inside. There looked to be personal items inside, clothes and other such materials in, but what was strange was that they all looked so...dirty, and old. It was like it was whoever owned it lived in the 16th century or something. That plus the wooden cart made Percy feel like he was living in amish country.
"AWE!" a woman's cry ran through the forest straddling Percy. The voice yelled again and again calling out for help. And Percy responded as he took off into the forest following the sound of the cries.
The trees were dense as they tried to hide the screams, but Percy's hearing managed to pick up on the woman's cry, no, not a woman, barely older than a girl. She sounded like she was being gaged, but her cries still rang loud.
And then suddenly the trees gave out revealing a camp site. There were big burly men, dressed up in medieval armour with swords and shields at their side. Over the campfire was a pig being spit roasted with tents all around it with a couple of horses tied to a tree by the side. A few men sat around the fire while a few were over one corner were an elderly couple was tied up in chains and gagged with tears running down their eyes.
And when Percy saw what those men were doing he grew angry.
The men stood around in a circle, surrounding a struggling girl that was bound by ther hands, her legs kicking while the man sitting down in front of her laughed. Her brown eyes were red from crying, her hair a mess from being pulled on, her dress torn at the bosom with piece of fabric thrown all over the camp site.
"Bit of a fighter this one huh boys?" he joked causing the men around him to laugh. He turned his disgusting face to the girl, "come on lass, give me a little kiss!"
"MPH!" she cried out as the man grabbed her by the ankles and parted her legs. She struggled, but in vain.
"Now this is more like it!" he cried out as he moved to remove his pants. He was going to have his fun, but not if Percy had anything to say about it.
The demigod had no weapons that would be useful against these men, celestial bronze doesn't cut mortals. But luckily for Percy they did have swords.
He moved with the grace of a dancer, the balls of his feet barely touching the ground as he charged at the circle of would-be rapists.
A man near the edges of the circle saw Percy rush at them in the corner of his eyes. "Oye! Look at-" he began to speak as Percy launched a fist into his face while the other grabbed the pommel of his blade.
The man went flying back into his friends as Percy pulled the sword out, freeing it.
"What the hell-" they all noticed Percy now, few began to reach for their weapons, but Percy was faster. He switched the blade to his right hand and moved. He swung the sword across the neck of the closest man to him. The blade cut into his throat, stuck halfway through his jugular as blood began splattering out, covering Percy face with blood.
"Get him!" they cried out as they pulled out their own weapons.
Percy tried to pull out his blade, but it was stuck, at that moment a bandit swung his own blade at Percy's arm, intent on cutting it. But the moment the blade struck Percy's flesh it shattered into pieces.
The bandit looked at his blade in shock, the shattered blade made everyone stop in surprise, everyone except Percy. He put his foot against his first victim's chest and pushed, pulling out his newly acquired sword in a spray of blood.
Percy turned to the other's and spoke up, "I don't want to hurt you all. Leave now and I won't hurt any one of you."
"Get the brat!" the one that was kneeling before the girl yelled, he was presumably the leader.
"AW!" the one to Percy's right yelled out charging the young demigod. Percy moved back, avoiding the swing as the blade itself into the ground. Percy brought his foot down on the blade before bringing his knee up and hitting the assailant up the jaw.
Percy then moved forward into attack, he parried each blade strike from his attackers with grace and precious. Blocking an attack before immediately hitting the attacker with his feet. This knocked the wind out of the in most cases, some even dropped their weapons in surprise.
"I'll kill you you Bastard!" one of them cried out as he tried to spear Percy through the stomach only for the demigod to bat away his strike in the last second and grab the newly disarmed opponent, picking him up with one arm.
"What is he?!" the others asked in horror as Percy threw the man into the oncoming heap of of warriors, knocking them all back on their asses.
"Now will you please not-"
THIWP!
An arrow came flying through the air hitting Percy's torso right above the heart. It would have been fatal, but Percy had marble like skin, thanks to the curse of Achilles, making him invulnerable to such mortal weapons.
He looked up from the newly form hole in his shirt and turned to the archer. The man had his jaw wide open staring in horror at the newly broken arrow.
"What the hell man? This is a new shirt!" Percy cried out, he bent down and picked up a rock throwing it at the archer, but missing by a good ten feet. Percy cursed, his aim needed work.
"Get up!" the leader of the group yelled out, now on his feet and armed with a great sword. As he picked his men off the ground Percy looked to the little girl who had crawled her way to her parents. Her father had one chained hand around her protectively which made Percy smile.
"I'm warning you again," Percy spoke up, "leave, and I won't hurt you. I don't like killing if I can help it, it's not my thing."
"We don't give a fuck what you want boy!" the man yelled as he walked forward with his sword at the ready, "I'm going to shove my blade down your throat! Lets see you survive that!"
"We should leave Garret!" one of his men wanted, "this boy ain't normal!"
"Shut it!" Garret, the big man, yelled. He turned to Percy and charged swinging his blade down in a wide arc. Percy rolled his eyes, he stuck his hand out and caught the blade with his bare hands stopping the man cold.
"Listen, I'm not a very violent person, far from it, I don't like killing people, so take my advice," he squeezed the great sword, "run, run away as far as you can and don't look back. Because if you even think about coming back here, you will regret it," cracks began to appear along the blade as suddenly it shattered in half.
Percy held up the piece and threw it over the man's shoulder imbedding it into a tree trunk across the clearing. "Now...get lost," Percy growled.
"H-he's a monster!"
"Move move move!"
Garrett looked at his broken blade in horror, he looked at Percy stunned, his men pulled him he away, yelling at him to get away from the monster.
They ran away, abandoning their camp site entirely leaving Percy and the imprisoned family behind. Percy sighed, he was glad this didn't end in blood shed, he didn't enjoy killing. He looked down at the only person he killed, his neck cut in half. Percy wondered who he was, what type of family he had.
He felt guilt weigh down on him and suddenly a small voice break through his brooding. "T-thank you ser, you saved our lives," the father spoke up.
Percy looked at the chained up family and realised they were still there. He dropped the blade and walked to them, "are you alright?"
"Aye, we're fine," the man nodded passing his daughter to his wife to hold, "thank you, we thought we were gone before you came."
Percy finally noticed the accent, british, was he somewhere in the U.K.? "It's okay," Percy nodded, "let's get you out of those chains. Do you know where they kept the keys?"
"No," the man shrugged.
"Alright, might as well do it the hard way," Percy picked up the chains and using nis newly increased strength to pull, breaking the chains apart.
"Sorry I can't do anything about the shackles," Percy apologized as the family got to their feet.
"It's fine, we can get a blacksmith to free us," the man smiled as he turned to his daughter whispering into her ears. She nodded as she whispered something back.
"I saw a cart tossed over by the road," Percy pointed behind him, "is that yours?"
"Yes," the man nodded, "they ambushed us, they killed our body gaurd and they took our goods," he pointed at a set of sacks near the tents along with a set of armour that was covered with spilt blood.
"Who are they?" Percy asked.
"Bandits," the man spat, "forest is fucking covered with them. We thought our bodyguard would be strong enough to protect us, but," he looked at the bloodied armour.
"I see…" Percy was confused, bandits, he didn't think he ever heard about bandits in the world. Least of all bandits with swords and arrows.
"My name's Thomas," the man introduced himself, "this is my wife Margaret and my daughter Amelia. Thank you again, if you hadn't come when you did….I heard things about what they do to young girls…."
"It's alright, anyone would have done the same," Percy smiled, "but ah...could you help out? I'm kind of lost."
"Oh course! Please tell me what you need and I'll do my best to help!"
"Well, I was just wondering, do you know where I am?"
"Ah, you're not from around here, I noticed you sound different," Thomas nodded, "how did you get so far in land without knowing where you are?"
"I ah, I kind of got lost," Percy shrugged.
"I see, well you're in the North young man, right in the middle of Stark lands."
Percy blinked, "ah….and ah...well where exactly is that?"
The man blinked, "what do you mean?"
"Where is the North? The North of where?"
"What? The North of Westeros," the man explained wondering how Percy couldn't know this.
"Well….shit," Percy cursed, "do you happen to know a place called America by any chance?"
"What? America? No, can't say I do," Thomas grumbled, "I don't really know much about the rest of the world, maybe you should ask a merchant?"
'That's impossible,' Percy realised, 'it's an english speaking country, probably british by the accent, and yet they have never heard of America?!...Please tell me I didn't travel back in time, please for the love of everything that is good tell me that's not what's happening right now,' he sighed, "Gods this is getting weirder and weirder every second."
The man looked sad as he quickly went to his wife and whispered to them quietly. He then turned to Percy, "I'm sorry ah, mr..."
Percy looked up, "oh? Sorry, my name's Percy, Percy Jackson."
"Yes, Jackson, could you help is? We are heading to Winterfell to sell out goods when we were ambushed, I was wondering if you could help us, just until we get to the castle. I will pay you of course! A silver stag on arrival!"
Percy blinked, "ah...well okay. Winterfell, that's like a city yes?"
"Well… of sorts yes. So are you willing?"
Percy nodded, "sure, why not."
"Marvelous!" the man smiled, he turned to his wife and child instructing them to walk back to the cart while he and Percy carried the sacks of produce. It took three trips to carry all the sacks back to the cart and some time for Thomas fix the wheels of the cart.
Percy went back to the bandit camp one last time checking it over one last time for any left over produce. Just then he noticed the blood stained armour from before, along with the sword Percy had 'obtained'.
Percy knew it was strange wearing another man's armour, but he needed it. Not for protection, no, the cruise took care of that, he needed it because he couldn't keep relying on his curse, the divine world must never be revealed to the mortal world. What he did before was an emergency, but he needed to avoid it again if at all possible.
So Percy took up the armour and quickly dawned it on himself. It was made out of pig iron and very heavy, but it was better than nothing. It was in the european syle, broad single plates across the chest with a heavy helm which Percy forged, it compromised his vision too much.
Percy also looted the body of the bandit he killed, finding three gold coins, they were obviously not drachma, the money he was used to, but something else. It was the currency of this world, and if this world was anything like his than gold was worth a lot.
He also took an extra sword strapping it across his back and a dagger strapped to his leg, both obtained from the killed bandit. He also found a shield near the fire which was painted black, it was heavy and made of oak, but Percy decided against it, after all he was invulnerable.
He also looted the bandit camp site for anything else precious, finding a bag filled with navigation tools. He searched the bag and found a compass, which he took and a map of some kind. He pulled it out and found a detailed lay out of the area he was in. Passes, the road and ever the river Percy came through was marked in here.
The demigod grabbed a bag and put the map inside it along with a bunch of food and some packed meat for later. He was still hungry.
Searching the rest of the tents gave Percy a sleeping mat and a pillow, which was actually filled with feathers...which was a first for Percy.
He also found a box of jewels hidden in the biggest tent there, presumably the leaders. They were rubies, emeralds and the like, Percy knew they would be worth something good, so he took them too.
Percy walked back to the road and by that time Thomas was done fixing the cart and saddled two horses to the cart. He looked at Percy and nodded, "the armour suits you well."
"Thanks," Percy nodded looking at the horses in surprise, he had forgotten about them, "are they all yours?"
"Yes, but this one is yours," the man brought forth a third horse for Percy. It was brown with patches of white present here and there with a mane of white hair, "the bandits must have stolen him from someone else because he sure isn't mine. But I figured you could use it," he said giving Percy the reigns.
Percy took the reigns and smiled, "well hello there, what's your name?"
The horse neighed, "I'm called Buttercup, what's yours?"
Percy smiled, yes he could speak to horses, it was one of the perks when your father was the creator of all horses. "Hello Buttercup, my name's Percy Jackson."
The horse looked surprised, "you can understand me?!"
Percy laughed, "yes, yes I can."
"How?!"
Percy shrugged, "it's a gift."
"Ah, are you alright Jackson?" Thomas asked looking very worried.
"Oh yes, I'm fine, sorry to worry you, just having a conversation with Buttercup over here," Percy smiled patting the horse's snout, he climbed onto the horse like he had been doing it all his life. He gently motion her to turn around, and the horse obeyed without question.
"Amazing," Thomas gapped, "I have never seen someone command a new horse so quickly!"
Percy chuckled, "yeah, I'm good with horses, plus they kind of like me."
"You still haven't told me how you can understand me!" Buttercup whined.
"Wait, he can understand us?!" the two horses pulling Thomas' cart asked in surprise.
Percy rolled his eyes, it was going to be a long ride. As he rode besides' Thomas' cart he wondered just where he was, the world was a strange place, and he most certainly didn't like the fact he was here without any sort of explanation.
'This certainly is a strange place,' Percy thought, 'Westeros...sounds lame.'
Well how was that? Did you like this little taste of what it would be like with Percy in such a place? This is just a one shot so far, please do tell me if I should write more as the idea just seems so good! I mean just imagine Percy pushing back the Iron born navy with his powers alone!
And then imagine he fighting with Dany!
Also I haven't decided on WHEN Percy arrives, I thought maybe just before the firt story begins, but I'm also partial to starting it a lot sooner, like maybe before Jon Arryn dies. What do you think? Leave a review!
