
Kind of a crossover with the God of War series. Annabeth betrayed Percy on Mount Olympus. Now he's out for revenge... as the Ghost of Sparta
Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Angst - Percy J. - Chapters: 6 - Words: 7,961 - Reviews: 51 - Favs: 82 - Follows: 70 - Updated: 11-24-11 - Published: 05-10-11 - id: 6980564
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Percy Jackson
The Ghost of Sparta
A/N this has been on my mind since I played God of War 3. I didn't put this in the crossover section because Kratos isn't in it. Or any other God of War exclusive. God of war didn't even happen… yet. This is like taking God of War and putting it in an alternative version of The Last Olympian.
Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson or the God of War series.
Percy and Kronos were fighting in the throne room of the gods. Percy was forced on the defensive, sweating, getting quickly exhausted. Though the river gave him incredible fighting skills, he couldn't defeat Kronos, who was still in Luke's body, which restricted him some. But Kronos could simply stop time and take quick break.
Kronos used Luke's swordsmanship to almost cut Percy in half. Percy barely dodged, and he took a lucky stab randomly. To his surprise Kronos yelled in pain, even though he was supposed to be invulnerable.
Percy looked at where he stabbed Kronos. It was under his left arm. Maybe if he stabbed there again…
Percy prepared the killing blow, ready to save Olympus, to put an end to Kronos for all he's done. Forcing Silena to be a spy, turning Thalia into a tree, all the deaths of the Hunters, demigods, and spirits. It had to end.
Annabeth looked at Percy and was relieved to see Percy was going to end it. But then she thought of something. She was never going to see Luke again. If Percy went through with his attack, Luke would go to the Fields of Punishment for all eternity. He would be gone, suffering. She couldn't allow that, not after all they've gone through! How he looked after her and protected her and said he would be her new family. Annabeth for once didn't think things through.
For once, she had made the wrong choice.
She screamed "NO." And cut Percy across his back.
Percy was the one screaming in pain then. The cut just touched his weak point, yet that was enough to send him crashing to the ground. But not before Kronos gave him a cut down his left eye.
Percy looked at Annabeth in hurt, shock, and rage. Annabeth looked distressed. Kronos began laughing. And as Percy's world began to crumble, he saw Kronos evolving, showering Luke in a blinding flash of golden light. Percy lay there alone on the cold, hard floor, the knowledge of failing Olympus nearly destroying him by itself. But then Percy could feel water surging all around him as he was sent flying through the sky, looking at the world for the last time before it lost its freedom.
The next thing Percy knew, he had landed on an island. Somehow, he knew what it was. Ogygia. The place that was probably most safe from the Titans. It was dark, like night time. But unlike the last few days, it was actually peaceful rather than being filled with hurt and worry and battle. But before he could finally rest he saw a vision like form of Athena staring at him coldly.
"You have failed Olympus, son of Poseidon." She said with disgust that should have been pointed at Annabeth in Percy's opinion. "You will remember this Jackson, for the rest of your life, you will remember your failure." Then Percy looked in horror as his skin changed from tan to pure white, like a ghost. Little did he know, it was the last time he would be horrified like that.
(A year later)
Percy sat down on a stump of tree he had just cut down, drinking some water. He had just turned seventeen. And he had changed a lot since last year. He was about 6 feet and four inches. He had pale white skin thanks to Athena, a scar running down his left eye thanks to Kronos, and had red tattoo's running down the left side of his body. (A/N yes like Kratos except Percy still has hair and no goatee or whatever) His strength had greatly improved to godly levels, it could probably match Hercules. But he still preferred Riptide, which he lost after getting sent here thanks to his father. He went down to the beach, ready to leave after his one year long training.
Calypso was there waiting for him. She had a sad smile on her face. Despite the changes Percy went through, she still loved him. And he had somewhat returned her feelings. Percy smiled at her, which was rare from him now.
"Goodbye." He said softly, kissing her, which she returned back. Calypso asked him if he would ever return. "Maybe. I'll try." He smiled a little again. Then he got on the raft and set sail for Camp Half Blood.
When he finally got there, it was in ruins. There were fires, the cabins were reduced to rubble, and it looked like a total massacre. Percy looked around until finally he found what he was looking for. The Golden Fleece. It still glowed, like a baby laughing, ignoring and unsuspecting of the deaths and dangers around him. Percy grabbed it and wrapped it around the top half of his arm so that he could block and redirect an attack.
"you have done well, Percy Jackson."
Percy spun around, ready for a fight. But what he saw almost made him attack her anyway.
"ATHENA!" He yelled, still outraged at her.
"Calm down boy." She said coldly. "I'm trying to help."
"So much for that!" Percy snarled. "Was your help making me look like this?" He asked gesturing at his pale white skin.
"No, you needed to understand what you were going up against Percy. What I did to you is going to seem like child's play compared to what the Titans are like. You needed to be stronger." She explained. Percy raised an eyebrow.
"As we speak, hundreds of mortals are dying, and all the others enslaved to the Titans." Athena began, but was surprisingly cut off by Percy.
"Let them suffer! It's their own fault for being weak." He sneered. Athena looked shocked, but then her expression turned colder.
"You will need more than just brute strength and The Golden Fleece to win this fight." She said. Then two swords with chains on the ends appeared. They had little hook-like things on the end of the sword and right where the sword met the hilt. They were orange in color. "These are the Blades of Exile. They will guide you in your journey to save Olympus." Percy nodded. Then the chains burned themselves into his arms. The only pinched since he was the son of Poseidon. He had the blades put on his back, which he was shirtless. They seemed to stick there, waiting to be called to fight.
Then Percy Jackson went on his quest to save the gods and kill the Titans.
First stop, the Underworld.
A/N Please Review.
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