Never let your guard down during a fight. Keep your mind focused.
Annabeth held her breath as Tartarus swung his blade, closing her eyes. Instead of hearing Poseidon cry out in pain from the hit, a gust of wind hit her straight on instead. Her eyes flew open to find a man with ebony black wings, dual swords held up blocking the Primordial's attack.
The figure standing in front of her was dressed in a beautiful set of armor that took her breath away. Complements of gold and silver weaved in and out along the edge of everything, she could see a sword strapped to one of his legs, throwing knives in random places. A hood covered his head with a cape flowing down his back, it shimmered in the light. But then something else caught her eye as the two exchanged words, it shined and glistened around his hood. She couldn't see his face, but the glow of the crown was visible.
She gasped. Poseidon looked at her as they backed away from the two. "What is it?"
"The prophesy..." Poseidon snapped his attention to the figure, focusing on his aura. Annabeth continued, "That must be him. The son of Chaos." Their attention was instantly drawn back to the two as Tartarus roared and charged. The 'son of chaos' seemed relaxed and unfazed. In a split second, the man had his duel black swords back out and blocked the attack easily.
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Percy didn't let his guard down as Tartarus advanced. He easily blocked his attack and then followed through with his own. Sidestepping to the right before bringing one of his swords up in a swift and deadly arche.
Tartarus barely moved out of the way in time. His eyes widened at the speed of the man. Before he could do anything, the man standing in front of him disappeared. He suddenly sensed a shift in the air behind him before ducking.
"You know, I don't appreciate it when people pick on those weaker than them." Percy said.
"Who are you?" Tartarus growled out again.
"You will find out." Percy said softly as his eyes began to glow ever so lightly. Tartarus took a step back, not expecting such a powerful aura to flow from him. "You will pay for destroying this place, for threatening these people." Percy's anger was growing as more of the camp caught fire and monsters kept flowing into camp and attacking, seeing Poseidon and Annabeth about to die like that. He smirked as Tartarus backed away from him. "What's the matter? I thought you wanted a fight?"
Tartarus opened his mouth to say something but didn't get the chance as Percy lunged forward again, even faster than the last. One of his swords was blocked but the other found its target as a deep gash formed on the Primordial's chest. Golden ichor flowed from the wound. Tartarus hissed before launching himself at the annoying intruder.
The two began a dance of death and destruction. Darkness filled the area as Tartarus used the shadows to evade the man's attacks. Percy focused his senses and could feel Tartarus' movements as he traveled through the shadows by the particles in the air. The primordial moved faster than Percy would have expected but he was able to moderately track him with his own powers of darkness.
Tartarus appeared behind Percy but was met with solid earth that Percy lifted from the ground and threw at him. He flew back at the force, the earth sailing with him, crumbling, as both hit the ground hard. Percy took to the air as Tartarus glowed red with anger and threw himself from the pile of broken earth. "ENOUGH PLAY!!"
"I don't know what you mean." Percy called back.
Rage filled the Primordial as he wrapped the shadows around him faster than Percy could blink.
Percy cursed. He let himself relax too much in this fight. Suddenly Tartarus tackled him from the sky. It looked like a tangled mess of movement.
Percy calculated his landing and in the last second manipulated the wind to put Tartarus under him and then added momentum to the fall by flying the Primordial into the ground. They landed hard but Percy let go at impact and tucked and rolled to the side, using the wind around him as support.
He smirked at himself when he realized how he landed. Just like a superhero he thought, finding himself in an "iron man" stance. 'How cliché.' He glanced at the crater where Tartarus was slowly climbing out of and then back to where Annabeth and Poseidon were still watching. He could see their expressions of awe. "You guys should leave, it isn't - "
He was cut off as two blades of darkness came at him with alarming speed. He quickly dropped to the ground, avoiding being cut in half. Tartarus growled in hatred. He wasn't looking to good. Ichor was coming from multiple gashes and lacerations across his body. He would not be defeated like this he thought. Growling, an evil glint filling his dark eyes as a red pulse of light began to radiate from his body.
Percy readied himself, he could sense the change. As if someone just gave him more power. 'Order.' He thought to himself. The sky darkened as Tartarus' eyes glowed a deep red. "You want to fight me!? I am the abyss; I am destruction and death."
Percy went into a defensive position, calling some of his power in case it was needed. Water tendrils weaved around Percy along with fire. What he didn't expect was for hundreds of monsters to suddenly appear and for Tartarus to disappear. The light faded as if it was late dusk with how thick the shadows and mist were that began filling the air around them.
Percy looked around wearily, waiting for the attack. He heard the primordial shifting through the shadows, speaking softly, "So, this must be the mighty Son of Chaos. Let's just see about that."
The monsters charged through the mist filled air. Percy raised his hand and squeezed it closed making some just disappear into golden dust. Feeling a large part of his energy levels disappear at using the power, he decided to wait. Instead, he met them head on with his swords and daggers. Ice and flames spread from him, hitting any monster that dared come near him. He could see Poseidon and Annabeth fighting off to the side, wishing they would have left for safety.
The air around him became dense, Percy shifted to his left, turning to block, but was tackled to the ground by the Primordial. Percy grunted as he landed on his wings. His sword pushed against Tartarus' own, close to his neck.
"Order has a plan for you little Prince!" Percy was about to toss him off when Tartarus suddenly pushed his sword upward. Percy followed the movement with his own sword. That moment was used as a distraction as the Primordial whipped out a knife with his other hand and brought it down hard. The rugged edges of the knife would have embedded themselves in his stomach if Percy hadn't shifted to the side. Instead, he only received a deep cut on his arm. He growled as he elbowed Tartarus in the face.
Percy had enough, he pulled the air around him. The wind circled and pulsed. Tartarus was thrown back by the force. As he landed on the ground the earth wrapped itself around his wrists and feet, locking him in place. Tartarus looked up at the man. The wind wisped around the hooded figure. He could see his eyes glowing a bright deep sea green color. The earth shook a little in response.
Percy didn't like letting his powers loose yet, this was necessary. And now he was over it. He walked over to the Primordial on the ground. "You will not win this war. Order will not win this war. I am the Son of Chaos, Prince of the Stars. And you want to know something else?"
Percy was now at Tartarus' side. He leaned down close to his ears and whispered: "My name is Percy Jackson." Tartarus' eyes widened in realization before growling in fierce anger and was about to shout something, but Percy quickly pulled out a sword and in one movement killed the primordial.
Gold dust and ichor is all that remained of Tartarus. He was back in his domain. Back where he belonged. A chill went down his spine as memories of that place plagued his thoughts, his wings ruffled in response. The shadows and mist that had formed were now gone as the sun shone brightly overhead.
Percy looked around. The fires from earlier had spread but were not destroying the cabins. He could see his soldiers working to maintain the damage the camp was delt. 'Luke, static report." He mind-messaged. Ignoring the god of the sea and woman approaching him slowly.
'Good to hear from you, I was getting worried. Nothing major, a few wounded soldiers but no more wounded campers. There are no more monsters inside camp but there a more that one of the sectors is fighting outside the border."
'Okay, I'll handle it.'
'Wait, Perce, don't!'
Before Luke finished his sentence Percy raised his hand again and closed his eyes. He focused on all the monster's life forces and then clenched his hand closed. To all the campers fighting and his soldiers, the monsters vanished into dust before their eyes. Percy quickly dropped to one knee, breathing heavily, his wings loose, almost touching the ground. He could hear Luke's frustrated scream in the distance.
'Percy where are you? Are you still conscious?' Percy chuckled under his breath. 'I'm next to the Apollo cabin.'
He decided to just sit down. He didn't have the energy to try and get up yet. He didn't use that power often. He didn't like the thought of killing so many beings at one time but in situations like this it was something he would do to save his soldiers from unneeded harm. The last time he did something like this he passed out instantly and was out for a week. But that was with twice as many enemies.
His attention was drawn to the two figures now approaching.
"Are you okay?" Poseidon asked warily. Not sure who this man was.
Percy suddenly got a lump in his throat seeing both his father and fiancée standing in front of him. Fearing he would never see them again, but here they were.
"Commander!!" Luke was suddenly running towards him at full speed. Percy ignored them as Luke approached. Luke was kneeling beside his friend checking over him. "Are you hurt? Why did you do that!? You know what happened last time!!"
Percy just grunted as Luke slowly brought him to his feet, wings rustling to balance him. Luke kept a hand gently on his elbow to make sure he didn't fall over. Luke suddenly realized who was standing in front of them. "Oh! Hello." He tried to deepen his voice a little.
Annabeth narrowed her stormy grey eyes. She couldn't see their faces but they both sounded familiar. She took in the way the "commander" stood. She could still see his crown shining under his hood. 'The son of chaos.'
"Who are you?" She asked.
Percy swallowed hard. Tears were already in his eyes as he took them both in again. Poseidon looked tired but okay. His eyes didn't have the same glint in them as he knew, the wound on his face had already started to heal but the faint trace of gold was still there. He looked at Annabeth as she asked the question. Her stormy grey eyes full of questions and theories. Her blonde hair has some dirt in it from fighting, but it was as golden as ever. She had a few scratches from the battle but looked good. His father and his fiancée looked at him, waiting for an answer.
Luke mind messaged him, 'hey, I'm here. You got this.' As he stepped back a few spaces. Percy took a deep breath. He was still shaky from using most of his energy, but he took a step towards them. His hood still covering his face. "I'm someone you knew once." he said smirking. "I am the Son of Chaos, and Prince of the Stars." The wind picked up in response to his title.
"But you would know me as Percy Jackson." He finished, flicking his hood down.