Percy Jackson & The Olympians: The Eagle's Path || a PJO/AC Crossover

Chapter 4: Meeting the Hero

Elizabeth POV:
I've been with the Assassin brotherhood for over four years, after the so called 'incident' with my parents, who died in our own house when I was eight. Luckily I was still a survivor when I was found by firefighters while I was unconscious and injured underneath the debris of the wooden ashes. I grew up in an orphanage, alone and unwanted, until then I was discovered by a man who took me in when I was sixteen, and he said he knew my parents. I didn't see any way to trust him, besides, how did he know my parents? Who was he? What was going to happen? He took me in and raised me in the Assassin brotherhood, telling me that my parents' deaths were no accident. He told me stories by the fireplace about civilization before since the creation of modern times, of how the Knights Templar were part of an order seeking control and power, and how the Assassins were born to put an end to them, and how's itms been going on for all of human history, more than even the Middle Ages. Altair ibn la Ahad in Masayaf, Ezio Auditore in the Italian republic, Edward Kenway sailing in the Caribbean seas, Connor Kenway in the Colonial America, so on and on with the Assassin's brotherhood that itms hard to keep track with all the history between the legendary Assassins, that they were meant to be hidden away, lost, but not forgotten. Nothing is True, Everything is Permitted, these words were our first ever rule of wisdom. To show that nothing we may know or record was never true, and everything we do is all permitted, to have our own free will, and to never be under anyone's control. I've always lived by that rule, and so did the many Assassins who've lived by the creed. Now I was one of the best, hoping to live legendary just like Altair, by following all the contracts and missions, finding, tailing, and assassinating Templars, who are secretly known as the virtual entertainment company; Abstergo Industries.
***Earlier Today***
I was sentenced in to my mentor and master's office. There, master Arron Tabai, the descendant of master Ah Tabai, was attending the paperwork and contracts he was dealing with for the Assassin Bureau, mostly assassination or information contracts for the assassins. It seemed hard for him to keep track with it all, mostly because papers were all over his desk that you couldn't even put a penny on the wooden desk. "You called for me? Master"? I asked, and bowed to him. He looked up from the papers he was attending, putting his pen down, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes. And replied "yes, I've brought you here because I need you to do a little errand for me". I nodded, "of course. What do you need"? He got up from his desk, and picked up an envelope, big enough to hold a small phone device. And handed it to me, "check it out when you have the little time". I looked down at the envelope, it had a simple black wax holding it in, and had the FBI symbol, one of the assassin's suppliers and allies. "What is it"? I asked. My master sat back down in his desk, and looked over the window down at the counsel room, the Assassin symbol banner hung up at the stone ceiling, and the fire that was close to the ceremonial goblet was still alight. "There... Is someone who I need brought here, he is someone who I have been looking up at with the Federal Bureau. He was known to have been framed as a criminal seven years ago while this boy was at the age of 12, due to a missing person, destruction of national property, and mental issues, reported by his stepfather, Gabe Ugliano. And again a year later, when an attack happened due to destructive force inside a gymnasium at a middle school here in Manhattan, one year later. Two years after that, thought of a cause of a fire on Goode High. All the charges were dropped on him, but we have footage of this boy before, the footage is in that envelope". I looked at it one last time and placed it in my pocket. "Who is this boy? How old is he"? I asked. "He is roughly eighteen and a half currently, cases with Dyslexia and ADHD, and his name is Percy Jackson. One of his former family members, his stepdad, Paul Blofis, was killed today, thought of an accident, but we have known it would be something Templar related, since he was a former friend. I need the boy here alive, he is to hopefully become part of our creed. IF, he chooses so. Though I have no doubts that it would be easy to get him". If I remember this kid right, he was framed for blowing up a national monument, and setting the Goode high school on fire three years ago downtown. I just hope the mission will be worth it. "You may leave now. He can be found mostly near the shore of Long Island Sound. Approach him at night though". I nodded, and left the room.
Later that day, I sat on top of the Chrysler building, hundreds of stories above the ground, where I could see Lady Liberty, and the Empire State Building. That was one of the perks of an Assassin, climbing up at heights unimaginable, unlike most normal people, and see your surrounding, for finding your targets or target's building. I sat away from the edge, by one of the steel eagles, and opened the letter. Inside, there was a small handheld device, a phone. And via the phone was a folder in the save files, where I looked in it, and saw pictures, photos, traffic cams, and footage of Percy Jackson. Easy to identify, very bright green eyes, black hair, fair skin, and about high school age. Yet he is hard to find, with being found around the country at times, New York, Denver, Los Angeles, Miami, and so on, with him being framed for a crime three times before, but easily with the Blume's Ctos, to help around the city, and being partners with that scum Abstergo Industries, to help with monitoring, profiler, and tracking systems, it makes it much easier, and tracked him last to Long Island Sound. After I was done looking at the pictures, profile, and footage. I put the phone in my strap backpack, and was about to go find him, and leave the building the faster way. So I grabbed a parachuteI got on the gargoyle, spread my arms out, and made a leap of faith down, and opening my parachute. It was time to look for him.
***Now***
I stood right in front of the kid, roughly he was eighteen and a half, and I he had a few hairs going on on his chin. And when I first saw him here, he held his sword up to his chest, looking like though to commit suicide, though the sword was nothing I'd ever seen before like in the Bureau's armoury, it was somewhat older looking, and crafted to a bronze colour, engraved with a word I didn't understand: ANUKLUSMOS. "Who are you" he asked, pointing the sword at me, though I'd know he wouldn't have the guts to strike me, and if he did, I would strike him down with my blade. I made a small faint smile, and said "Elizabeth, Elizabeth Mérciér. And you are..." Making sure to know this was the right guy. I was starting to see if he was wondering something, maybe to trust me. "Percy" he said, "Percy Jackson". Alright, so I found the right guy, but just like my mentor said, I need to bring him back to the Bureau, though it won't be easy, and he's seen what he can do, so I need to find an easier way around him. I walked a few feet towards him, him raising his sword higher, and I spoke, "so I have heard about the loss of a family member today. Sad, really, but you don't even know what really happened to him". He went wide eyed, and then from slightly calm, to furious, charging up to me, and pointing to sword up at my throat, but for some reason, it didn't even touch me, but passed a bit through me like an illusion, but I don't think he realized that. "What are you talking about?! How do you know about his death?! Did you kill him?! What do you know"?! He yelled at me, all of his angered questions blurting out, I knew what he was going through, having a family member die, thinking it was an accident, but really they were killed. "Easy there, Jackson. You need to trust me". "AND WHY SHOULD I!?! YOU'RE PROBABLY THE ONE WHO KILLED HIM"!?! I moved back two steps away from his blade, then I heard a weird screeching noise off in the distance, up the hills, and he seemed to notice it too, looking over to the source of the noise. "Listen, I don't have enough time" I said, "and I'm not the one responsible for your stepdad's death. And I am NOT, you're enemy. I'm a friend, and I've lost people too, and I joined one creed that can help. You can do the same, get revenge for the love ones you've lost, and I can help you only, if you join us". I reached into my pocket, and pulled out a steel token, encasing a circlet of stained glass, with the assassin symbol in the center, and I tossed it to him. "Find that symbol, underneath the Third Avenue Line. And find a small circle that fits that". He stared at me confused, and he finally lowered his sword down. "Third Avenue Line? That station was abandoned since like... Forever" he said. "Don't worry kid, there's something to help you find it. Just check for something electrical". "Yeah, I don't see how that'll help out". "Like I said, don't worry. You'll be fine". And I heard another screech, which something was not right, but I didn't have time to investigate it. "Well, I better leave kid, and you should head back before someone sees you out here. And remember to decide on joining us, look for the Assassins". And I walked off, heading back to the Assassin SUV. I just hope that this plan works, or else this would be a record for no missions failed.
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A/N: I hope most of you noticed the Watch Dogs reference with Blume/Ctos, since it was also reference like in Assassin's Creed Black Flag. Anyway, leave a like, comment, and also add this to your library. Also follow me for more Percy Jackson/Assassin's Creed.