War of Power (A Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Prologue

If you are wondering, yes taxis existed during the 1920's. 

Sally Jackson stood on the street, hurriedly calling a Taxi. She had to get away from her father, who worked as a gun salesman, and had been abusing Sally for years on end. Until one day, he left the door unlocked.  Sally knew she had to get away from him, but he had many "friends" that swarmed capitalist countries. Get away to where? She asked herself. Maybe Russia was an option, her uncle lived there. "Taxi! "She called in desperation, maneuvering through the streets of New York. A yellow WW1 era styled van pulled up on the curb. "Get in, "The driver said with a lit Cigar planted in his mouth. "Oh, thank you, can you drive me to the Chelsea Piers, down south of Manhattan? "Sally asked. "The Docks? Why, are you going to Europe? Heard they got nice food, "The driver said, trying to start a conversation. "Yes, I am. I think this ticket will get me to the Soviet Union, no further, "Sally replied, reading the ticket she had bought with her little sum of money. "Wouldn't go there if I were you, that revolution just ended, and the country's stability isn't doing well, "The driver said, replacing his cigar. Sally sighed. "It was all I could afford." The man looked down in understanding. "I was there once you know, still am. But the Soviet Union isn't any better than the States." "I have family there, "Sally replied. The taxi came to a halt. "We're here, I wish the best of luck to you, "The driver said. Sally turned towards the boat. On the side it read The SS Estonia. Sally turned back to the Taxi only to find that it was gone without a trace, leaving not even tracks in the snow covered street.

When Sally arrived at Petrograd, she was awestruck by the beauty of the old Russian city. Onion domes decorated the skyline, and the Winter Palace itself was visible from where she was. "Nice place, huh? "An American man stalked up to her. He looked suspiciously like the Taxi driver from New York, but she didn't question him. "Where are you staying, I'll pay it off, if you wish it so, "The man said, pulling some golden coins from his jacket pocket. Sally blushed. "T-T-Thank you kind sir, how may I ever repay this? "Sally asked with obvious surprise. She didn't even need her uncle anymore. "You don't need to repay this, my lady, "The man said. A gust of wind and snow blocked her view of the man, and when it passed, he was gone.

Sally had booked a room at the metropole hotel, one of the nicest hotels in Petrograd. She was brushing her teeth when suddenly there was a knock at the door. When Sally opened it, it revealed the Taxi Driver, holding a rose in his hand." "But- What-How-" Sally was interrupted by the man. "There is no need for questions, they will all be answered when the day comes." Sally was beyond stunned. The man turned around, as if about to leave, but Sally stopped him. "Can you at least tell me your name? "Sally asked. "Why, my name is Poseidon, "The man replied instantaneously. "Like, the Greek guy? "Sally questioned. "I guess so, "Poseidon said. "Well then prove it." Poseidon snapped his fingers and suddenly, the water from the sink flew over to form a Heart of water. Sally stood there, stunned by the sight of the magic. "Now, will you accept my message of love, "Poseidon asked with a caring face. "Why me, Aren't there goddesses up on the mountain... what's it called? Oh yes, that mountain named Olympus, "Sally questioned, trying to remember her Greek Mythology. "War is brewing on Olympus, and I need someone who can care for a child, and be a loving, caring person." Sally looked up at Poseidon, deep in thought. And then she accepted.

October, 1927

Fully translated from Russian to English.

Percy Jackson sat on the floor, playing with his toy automobiles. He was just 4, at the time when it happened. His mother, Sally, was watching her son from the couch in their moderately sized apartment when a knock was heard at the door. "Mommy somebody here, "Percy stated, looking away from his toy locomotive. "Mommy is going to get it, honey, just wait here." When Sally opened the door, three armed men stalked into the room. "Hello, ma'am, do you happen to be a supporter of Leon Trotsky? "One of the men asked in Russian, Percy's first language. "Excuse me, but what is this about?" The men laughed, "Why, its for a poll we are taking, for the Moscow Times." "Why are you armed then? "Sally asked, confused. "Oh, people get really angry when the see the poll results, we must defend ourselves, am I right?" "Well then, in that case, yes, I do support Trotsky, for he is much more peaceful than that dictator Stalin, "Sally replied, falling for the obvious hoax. "Got one, get her out of here, "The third man said. "Where you taking my mommy. Please give her back, "Percy asked. "What for, "One of the men laughed while putting a gag over a screaming Sally. "I give you a blue cookie, "Percy offered. The men erupted into laughter. The man who was talking to Percy snatched the whole tray. "I'll be taking these, and you mother, "The man said with a laugh, "They are going to Vorkuta." Percy burst into tears. "Why you takin mommy and the cookies, "He rambled, "Give mommy back." The men ignored Percy's cries and exited the apartment. "Don't clean this room for two weeks, at the least, "The man said said to a nearby maid, before slamming the door. What would Percy do, his mother was gone, and he had no food or water. He would starve. Suddenly, a blue flash showered the room in light, and a man in a Hawaiian t-shirt and shorts appeared. "Who you be, "Percy sobbed. "I am your father, Percy, and I am going to take you somewhere safe, "Poseidon said. "What does somewhere safe mean? "Percy asked. "You will learn, my son, someday." Suddenly there was another blue flash and suddenly Percy was next to a big building with a sign that read Orphanage no. 53. A fat women in a baby blue dress rushed forward. "My dear, are you Ok? "The women asked with concern. "Yeah, I am Ok. Is this the somewhere safe? "The 4-year old Percy asked. "Yes, Yes it is, child."

12 years later

Percy sat at the kitchen table, picking at his Beef Stroganoff, a traditional Russian dish that he hated. His step mom staggered into the room with a bottle of vodka in her hands. "A Russian eats his food, he doesn't... Back in my day..." She promptly collapsed, absolutely drunk. Percy sighed and sat the old woman on the couch. His stepdad wasn't any better. He was quite addicted to vodka too. A knock on the door interrupted Percy's thoughts. He opened to door and the mailman stood there, staring with sad eyes. "Mail for Percy Jackson, "He said, shakily handing Percy the letter. It read, The Soviet Union Calls for you! You, Percy Jackson, Have been conscripted into the Red Army, you are expected to be at the Leningrad training facility in one month, no less. The Soviet Union wishes you luck - Vyacheslav Molotov. Percy's eyes drooped. Almost everyone in Leningrad that was drafted, died, or they came back scarred mentally and physically for life. Yet, he had no choice in the matter, or he could go to the Gulag like his mom did, and that is where she died. When Percy was only 7, a letter came to his orphanage claiming that Sally Jackson died of starvation in one of the nastiest places in Vorkuta. Just a year later, he was adopted by his step mom and step dad. Percy remembered them being nice at first, but after their daughter died in the Soviet Air Force, they began to turn sour, sometimes even physically abusing him. Nowadays, Percy just kept to himself, staying clear of his "Parents" as much as possible. Percy was broken from his thought as the mailman slammed the door in his face. "What's all that racket! I am listening to my radio, damned boy, you know the consequences for interrupting me! "Percy's step dad rambled, stomping into the living room.  Percy broke down into tears. His life really sucked. Percy's mom is dead, Percy is adopted, Percy is abused. Percy could personally name 1000 things that suck in his life. "Percy! Listen to Me like a true Russian! "His step father shouted. Percy handed him the letter and walked off, saying only one word, "Goodbye."

I tried to make this chapter as factual and true to history as possible, please point out any mistakes.

Should I change the name of this book, I don't think it fits very well. Comment any suggestions.

New Record!!! Word count: 1511