War of Power (A Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

The Winter War: Part 1

I would have considered including training, but there is basically nothing on google about it.

You might want to skip this if you are from Finland

Percy marched alongside his comrades. He barely even knew how to use a gun, for Soviet training ceased to exist. Yet, the Soviets sent them to battle anyway. To his left, a Soviet T-26 tank treaded its way to the front. "Faster, my comrades! The front is near! "The group's officer, Aleksandr Menshtikov, shouted from the top of the Tank. "Sir, we are going as fast as we can! "Percy's friend, Vladimir Ivanov, or as Percy called him, Vlad, Shouted. Aleksandr didn't look happy with that reply, yet he stayed quiet. Vlad rolled his eyes and motioned for Percy to come over to him. Percy did so. "Something feels off here, Percy. It's almost like somebody is watching us, "Vlad whispered. Percy couldn't help but notice that it was a little off. Every once in a while he would hear twigs snapping, and rustles in nearby bushes. "Halt! "Aleksandr yelled from the tank, "We will camp here. Ivan, start handing out jobs." Percy was given cooking duty (Mostly because everybody loved laughing at his useless cooking skills) with another one of his friends named Nikolai. Percy preferred to call him Nico, yet Nico didn't like the name. In fact, Percy didn't think there was anything Nico did like. The guy often just sat around looking depressed or angry. Percy also noted that Nico would play with cards sometimes...  what were they called? Ah yes, Mythomagic cards, that was it. When Percy finished cooking his slop of what was supposed to be eggs and toasted bread, he brought it back to his comrades only to find them already eating their rationed bread. "Bon appetite, "He mumbled, dropping it on their plates. They all laughed together only to be interrupted by a loud bang coming from the tree, accompanied by shouting. Percy had never heard a gunshot before, yet he only assume that was what the sound was. Aleksandr came running from the tank shouting. "Snipers! Get on the grou-" He was cut short, as he fell to the ground with a bang, blood gushing from his head. Another bang echoed through the camp, and a soldier nearby fell dead as well. Percy got the message. "Everyone get down! We are under attack! "Percy started yelling, gesturing towards the ground. That snapped the rest of them out of it. Percy dove underneath a jeep, landing on the snow-covered ground. Another shot rang out, and a body fell next to the vehicle, his gun falling just feet from the jeep. Percy needed that gun to save his friends and take out the snipers. He reached out his hand waiting for the grip of the gun. Percy then saw something out of the corner of his eye, a man in a white stepping from the tree line.  Here was his chance! He would finally prove himself among his comrades! He grabbed the gun and shot the man, turning the once white cloak red. "Everyone get a gun! Quick!" He pushed a crate from the jeep and all weapons tumbled out. Percy didn't remember much after that, just an immense amount of gunfire. People were dying. White cloaked men fell from the trees as his comrades fired. Percy did remember killing many more of the men though. Shot after shot. He was ruthless in battle. Yet he was outnumbered, with his enemy in pursuit, he had to flee. Somehow, he outran them even as they were on skis and snowboards. To be honest, he felt empowered and godly. But that all faded away and he quickly realized the predicament he was in. at least 100 feet into enemy territory, with random shots and gunfire erupting around him. He knew there was only one way out. And that would be to run to the road. He began counting down. "5, 4, 3, 2-" A gunshot hit the tree behind his head, and Percy ran, surpassing normal human speed. Quite the oddity, now isn't it. Percy made it back safe, luckily, but he realized that his many people lay on the ground gushing blood. And one of them was Vlad. Percy rushed over to his friend. "P-Percy?" Vlad stuttered. "Yes, yes, it's me Vlad, "Percy said, almost crying at this point. "Promise me this. Promise me that you will survive this. Promise me that you will make it through." Vlad promptly closed his eyes, thus giving the experience of death to Percy. An experience he began to resent.

1 Month Later

Percy hid in-between two logs, cloaked in white, he spied on the enemy's advance. Percy loaded his submachine gun and watched his officer, awaiting command. When the order was given, Percy fired, and in a flurry of bullets, the Fins fell dead to the ground. Percy had been in the same area for days, awaiting moving Finnish troops. Percy was notorious in his battalion for his automatic skills. He handled machine guns like they were toys and wiped most of his enemies off the map before they could think twice about it. The officer approached Percy. "Percy, today I am promoting you to assault team. You have been issued a PPSH submachine gun for combat. You will now be tasked with advancing upon enemy troops for close combat with automatic weaponry." The officer handed him his new sub-machine gun. Percy turned pale. Close combat was suicide, everybody knew. The Finns would simply stab him with their Bayonets. "Yes Sir, "Percy said solemnly, looking at the ground in defeat.

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