Phoenix of Olympus (PJO/Harry Potter) UNEDITED (PJ FANFICTION)

Ch.1- Nothing is Fair in Blood and War

He slowly, deliberately stood. His shirt was soaked in both his blood and Annabeth's, the fabric coated in red liquid and gold dust. His shirt was a rag, exposing the countless scars and wounds he had suffered. The deep cuts were accentuated by shadows, a formidable reminder that Percy was no stranger to pain and suffering.  White knuckles enclosed a leaf shaped blade, the same blade that had reaped the souls of her many minions. His shoulders were erect, his chin held high, oozing confidence. His jaw was clenched, his teeth grinding as he held back. As he rose to his full height, he truly looked terrifying.

An energy aura of black and sea green cloaked him, the energy pulsing with his heart beat. It seemed to absorb all the light, casting the world into a colorless void. The clear sky clouded over, the black storm clouds' rumbling growls chilling. Lightning streaked and flashed in the sky, striking the ground in uncontrolled, fiery passions. The wind began to rise, circling around Percy. He stretched out his hands, the winds screaming out in terror and anticipation. The air chilled, a drop in temperature so sudden that the grass and tree leaves frosted over. The waves fought each other, white wash pounding at beaches, tearing away at every rock in their way. The waters raged in thirst for revenge, mirroring the torment their master's soul was undergoing. The rivers roared, the currents gushing in anticipation, eager to cause harm. The ground shook and shattered, the ground opening its maw against Mother Nature's will. Icy rain torrented down, the drops like needles, piercing Gaea's earthy veins. 

Gaea looked in horrified awe as Percy casually, sadistically strolled up to her. With every step he took, the earth quivered and quaked. The rain wouldn't relent in its attack, the winds shrieking at her, grabbing and pulling at her. He didn't smile, but he didn't cry. His eyes were those of a predator, and she his frozen prey. Ice began to creep up her leg, sinking deep into her body, freezing her earthly veins preventing any movement, as silent and quick as poison. It seeped into her skin until only her mouth and eyes could shift. Her heart pummeled against her rib cage, pulsing in her throat. It palpitated in fear at her now obvious demise. 

As he approached, his eyes gleamed, a petrifying smirk hinting that she may have pushed him too far.

"What is this Gaea? The mighty primordial scared by little old me?" he mocked. He waited for the reply he knew would never come. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, his breath cold and biting. He scoffed as he smelt her fear. 

"Good. You should fear me. I have no qualms becoming a monster. You have taken everything , every shred of human decency from my soul. Now? Now you get to suffer like I have suffered. My fatal flaw is personal loyalty. You underestimated that. By killing those I am loyal to, you have only made me stronger and more loyal to those surviving. If sacrificing my soul and becoming a monster will save them, I will do it. So be it. But mark my words. Tartarus himself would quiver and quake with fear from what I have planned for you. You hypocritical, pathetic, weak excuse of a primordial. You will regret having pushed me so far." His voice held so much malice, every word cut at her power, draining it. He seemed to be a vortex, draining her while empowering himself. She looked behind him to see the horrified Olympians staring at Percy with such pity and fear that Gaea began to understand just how much she underestimated him. 

Percy raised his hand and directed it towards her. Gaea's eyes widened as she thrashed against her impenetrable bonds, trying to escape the tormented elements. The winds were unleashed, rotating around her, desperately trying to pull her body apart. They slashed and cut, invisible blades draining her of ichor. The rivers and rain unleashed their fury, eroding away her skin, carving out her very existence. As Percy clenched his fist, she felt her body constricting, millions of explosions tasering her nervous system. She gazed at him with such pain as he tore her immortal essence, molecule by excruciating molecule. She clawed at the invisible forces, her lungs burning as they greedily took some air. The earth convulsed, swallowing up her armies and jolting her off center, leaving her dazed and nearly unconscious. Percy continued his onslaught long after he felt Gaea's power fade. He needed this, no matter how much he cried inside for following a path of revenge. 

He ended her torture once his anger began to fade. His hatred was swallowed by his grief and he collapsed to his knees. His jeans had sapped up blood from the ground, the grass soaked with the deaths of monsters and demigods alike. He had no will, no resolve to stand tall. His heartbreaking eyes swooped the battlefield, taking in the destruction he caused and the many dismembered bodies of his friends, his family. And as he took in the battle field, he screamed. He cried out in grief and anger. He screamed out his guilt and screamed for all the lifeless eyes he saw. Behind him, the Gods and campers, while happy in victory cried out with their hero, a melancholy melody for the dead and broken. 

Annabeth's body lay behind him, her heart torn from her chest. Frank's body was but a pile of ash, surrounded by scorched trees and other demigod corpses. Hazel's body lay next to him, her head severed clean off but was not by her body. Jason had a spear sticking out of his stomach and five arrows protruding his chest, one stuck through his neck. Piper's body lay gutted, surrounded by piles of golden dust, spears and swords scattered around her, along with a few shredded up Pegasi. Leo was a tool belt and puddle of blood; a giant had stepped on him, crushing his entire lower and middle body until Percy had to deliver the merciful final blow. All six of the seven were dead, and they were joined by many more. 

A young camper, a son of Athena walked forward and grabbed his half-sisters hand.

"Why?! Why did this happen?! H-how could....how can... what do we do? What...oh Fates why? It's....it's not fair!!" No one knew what to say to the young boy. He was too young and yet here he was, a soldier. The Olympians looked upon him with such guilt, knowing that their actions and treatment of their children lead to this. They watched in sorrow as Percy got up and walked to the young boy mourning his sister. His eyes were red from tears, the dirt and blood on his face had been cleaned away by his fallen tears. He placed a weary hand on the boys head and looked him in the eyes.

"That is war kid. It isn't glorious, it isn't without sacrifices. There are no bright lights nor miracles. It is bloodshed and mindless killing. It is pain and suffering. War is death kid, and that is the curse we demigods are born with. There is nothing fair in blood and war. There is nothing fair in Life at all." 

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War pt.II- Former Vandal

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Do you guys like it? This is my FIRST fanfiction so I hope I don't mess it up.

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or Harry Potter (sadly) but this plot line is my own, I am not plagiarizing another Wattpad Author.

Sorry about the short chapter. I promise they will get longer. So do you like the gore? Should I step it up, make it more grotesque and vivid or keep it the same? Give me your opinions and any critiques. Grammar Nazis welcome! 

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Aisha 

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