The Sleeping God

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Kenjiro was giving Percy a look, showing off the first bit of Jackson blood in front of Percy with a Sally Jackson patented Do you have to intentionally endanger small children? Look. 

He had seen it often directed at various gods when they visited Percy and it was rather unnerving to have it directed at him. 

Hanataro on the other hand, though Sharringon was the best thing since blue dango (a sentiment he did not share, since nothing can beat blue anything) and had somehow become sword buddies and pick on Percy buddies. 

(On the plus side, the temple looked even better than it ever had before, Hanatarou having very good taste. He wondered if Annabeth would have liked it.)

Slowly but surely, he was aclimizing to this new world, even if he had latched on to his grand nephews and niece to an almost unhealthy degree. 

Ayako loved it though. Her mother had died giving birth to her and her father and brothers were always away from the villiage or busy ensuring its safety, so she had grown up hearing the stories of her grandmother who had lived on the edge of a world with monsters and myths and gods and heros and the sleeping uncle in the innermost sanctum of the temples. 

And now she was able to talk to the main character in those stories, asking him questions Estelle hadn't known the answers to, or tales that Percy hadn't told. She loved hearing about Thalia, which set off more than a few warning bells in Percy's mind but hearing on the huntress made her happy and she looked so much like Estelle in those moments that the god melted. 

A small clan had moved to the base of the mountain Sharringon lived on. The dragon declined telling his creator exactly how he managed to get himself an entire villiage within a few months but Percy saw children playing on the mountain and figured he had made himself and his liking of kids known enough the adults had said "Lets move to where we have a dragon looking out for our kids" and did so. 

With summer in full swing, many people traveled to the villiage, which Percy thought really needed a name other than Villiage of the Sleeping God, looking for healing or fortune. 

Percy learned how to change his shape with these people, usually disguising himself as one of the shrine maidens, (who all thought it was great fun confusing people). He kept his eyes the same, which made it more fun for the maidens as they could tell rather quickly who was a real priestess and which one of them wasn't.

"Excuse me." 

Percy looked up, wearing the face of a 12 year old shrine maiden, green eyes questioning. 

It was a teenager with a sword, on his hip and the dust of the road on his bare feet. 

"Can I help you, Traveler?" Percy asked, tilting his head. 

"This is the temple of the Sleeping God, right?" 

"Well, he doesn't sleep nearly as much nowadays but yes. Have you come for healing?" 

The boy nodded. "But not for me. A sickness takes my villiage and my sister has fallen ill. Please. Shes only 4. It already took our parents."  

Percy closed his eyes. Even without malicious gods,, bad things still happened to people. Still. Perhaps he would put forth a test. That was a thing gods did, right? If he passed, he would be rewarded, if he failed, well, Percy would probably still heal his sister at least. He couldn't do that to him. "Take your canteen and fill it with water from the spring and bring it back to me." 

The boy bowed and hurried to comply, coming back within minutes. 
Percy blew gently on the water, eyes glowing for a moment. By the way the boy stiffened, he must have realized he wasn't a shrine maiden. 

"Travel without stopping to your villiage, no matter what or who you see. Give one drop to every sick villiager and pour the rest in the well from which you draw your water. Do not keep the water, no matter what your village says. Give me your word." 

"You have my word, kami-sama." 

Percy handed the canteen back to the boy, who bowed low. 

"Thank you, Kami-sama." The boy said. 

Percy smiled and gestured for him to leave, and he did so at a steady pace. 

Dispite several people in his path that offered the boy all manner of temptations for the canteen, seeking the healing waters within for themselves, he returned to his village and did as he had been instructed, following though with his promise to dump the remaining water in the well. 

That night, Percy dreamwalked for the first time, and gave the boy knowledge of the healing arts, part of Percy's gift from Apollo. 

The village soon began to specialize in healing, using the knowledge the boy had been gifted, lead them to revolutionize the healing arts. They would later be absorbed into the Senju clan but that was a thousand years later. 

"Is it bad I'm starting to see why the god's of my old world liked messing with people? It was like a fairy tale." He said to Sharringon one day. "It was so noble I would have thought I was being punk'd."

The dragon blinked at him,  scales shimmering as he stunned himself. "I make illusions to twist and decieve the perception of ill meaning humans, tainting their sanity and sending them back as only a semblance of humanity and the amusing quotes of your homeworld that you call vines. Who am I to deem a troll immoral?"  

"You scare me at times." 
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If there was one thing Ayako loved, it was exploring new places. Her previous though unnatural ability to reach where Percy was at any given time had been honed by years of exploring every nook and cranny of the village and surrounding area. 

It was this love of exploration that led to Percy and Ayako traveling the world, usually leaving behind a story or two, or in a few cases, a clan of highly intelligent animals. 

Before Percy realized it. Ayako was turning 18, and had several suitors. He was able to ignore it for the most part, whisking her away to more and more extravagant places, even going so far as to try to play matchmaker with her and Sharringon, which the dragon turned down. "She is my friend and I love her, but her home is the sea, not a mystical mountain deep inland." 

He really did have Nico's personality. Nico had acknowledged the world of the dead was not somewhere Will would thrive, and so he had lived on the surface with him instead of the Underworld. 

But then the day came that she finally made everything choice public. 

"He has to fight me in single combat before he even has a chance!" 

Kenjiro and Hanatarou, both married by now, (less tearful occasions but still much protesting from their immortal uncle) grabbed him under the arms and hauled him away. "She's too young! No! Release me so I may prove his unworthiness!" 

Perhaps if Percy hadn't been living side by side with the villagers, they would have heeded his threats, but as it was they ignored him as they would any overprotective family member and proceeded to congratulate Ayako and Daiki on their upcoming nuptials. 

Daiki was okay, Percy supposed. He was a warrior and a fisherman, both professions Percy could get behind but he now  understood Artemis to an unprecedented level. How dare that male think he was worthy of the wonder that was Ayako of the Village of the Sleeping God?

Oh fates, he needed a vacation. He would go mess with Sharringon until he got kicked off the mountain and told to go pester some other poor bastard.