The Fall of Percy Jackson

An Unexpected Reunion

As you can see the picture above that will be what Moros looks like and if your wondering who the man is in front, we'll just say that's by Percy.

Percy's PoV:

Adrastos had briefed me on my mission after I had become acquainted with my dragon Moros, and part of me did not like it. I could feel something in myself fighting for control, but I quelled the outbreak. I my eyes widened at what he told me my orders were, and at first I was too shocked for words. Then I merely grinned evilly, and then almost laughed. Adrastos was scared at first, raised an eyebrow at my expression. I do not think he expected that reaction. At the end he informed me that the mission was starting in ten days.

During my time here, my memory of my old life started to fade. I could hardly remember the faces of my old friends, let alone the other campers. They only faces I remembered were Thalia, Nico, Grover, and Annabeth. At the thought of the name my heart jumped and I felt something fighting inside my body, but it quickly dispersed again. Weird.

Over the next week Adrastos and I became good friends. He seemed like a good guy, other than that he was working for the Primordial gods, but for the right reasons. There was nothing for us up there. That was something we could agree on. He informed me of the origins of the order, and how the Primordial gods were never exactly defeated. They merely took a step back and watched the world burn during the First Titan War and the War the Titans had against Ouranus.

The Order had apparently begun with the fall of the Roman Empire, resulting in the fall of Thrace. By the mid 5th century, as the Roman Empire began to crumble, Thrace fell from the authority of Rome and into the hands of Germanic tribal rulers. With the fall of Rome, Thrace turned into a battleground territory for the better part of the next 1,000 years. The survivors of the numerous wars that happened on Thracian soils took refuge in a the mountain range nearby, which had a vast and expansive tunnel system, leading into Tartarus. This was a secret entrance into pit that no one knew about; not even the gods. The refugees then made their way into Tartarus, where the non-faded Protogenoi provided shelter for them. They became trained in the arts of stealth, combat, and military prowess. Erebus and Tartarus were the leaders, being the oldest, while most of the other Primordials helped out any way they could.

Little did the Thracians know that they were being used by the Primordials as their army, and that the Primordials had prepared for a global war for decades with their army of monsters. The Thracians were corrupted by the Primordials, and granted immortality much like the demigods in the Order. They became the first humans and demigods in the newly formed Order of the Primordials. They, along with the Mendin, who were small humanoid creatures with immense strength and burly builds, began to build the city. The Mendin were used as the army's builders and acted as construction workers in a sense.

Apparently, many of the demigods and humans in the Order today are descendants from the ancient Thracians. Adrastos was not, because he was born before the French and Indian war to a British woman, and he was a demititan. He said that over the centuries many of the Primordials faded, but the only ones who hadn't were Gaea (who was slumbering due to me), Ouranus who reformed over eons and now watches over the world from the sky, Nyx, Primordial goddess of the night, and Tartarus and Erebus. No one knows about Chaos the Creator; he merely created the Primordials before leaving.

Anyway, I began to explore my powers in our underground headquarters. I began to work on shadow travelling, which was very hard especially for a son of Poseidon. I felt intruding on Hades domain, before I immediately snarled at that thought. I was no longer held accountable for those stupid rules. I was no longer the Hero of Olympus.

My first time shadow travelling I threw up. It felt like my body was being stretched through shadows, and then spat out of them. It was exhausting, but I soon got the hang of it. On my fourth day of training I had finally mastered it, able to travel through shadows and appear wherever there was darkness. That was a special gift from Erebus.