The Fall of Percy Jackson

Desperate Times

"Gladly," Brutallus said to Percy, smiling with an evil grin. Percy nodded at the Wrath-Bringer, and tried to walk after him as they left the room they were in. Percy immediately stumbled down to his knees. He stumbled up to his feet before Brutallus turned around and eyed the demigod warily. He snapped his fingers, and Percy jolted upright immediately. The room filled with a grayish-purple flash of energy, and Percy was completely healed from his wounds. He looked down at his hands, and brushed off his clothes before turning to the one person he knew he shouldn't of been happy to see once more.

"Thank you..." he said awkwardly, running his fingers through his hair. He never thought he would be saying thank you to the being who nearly killed him. It was clear Brutallus could kill Percy now because his magical and godly powers were in effect, and he knew that he should not bring the topic up. He was sure the Wrath-Bringer would be furious that he had lost to a mere demigod, so he decided to stay as quiet as possible.

Percy was brought out of his thoughts by the grunt of the Wrath-Bringer. Percy looked to his side to see Brutallus signaling him if he was ready. Percy nodded and Brutallus clapped, opening a portal to the Throne Room. They stepped in, and were immediately engulfed with chaotic battle.

Wyrms were fighting the minor gods and weaker Olympians, keeping them at bay and separating them from the Big Three, while little purple creatures ran around stealthily killing any defenders of Olympus. Percy saw two other beings, almost identical to Brutallus battling the Big Three. Azarad and Trelopades were rusty and not used to battle at the start because of their slumber for eons, but they had got the feel for their weapons once more and were putting pressure on Zeus, Hades and Poseidon. Percy looked at Trelopades hack away at his father, and was about to interrupt until Zeus caught eye of Percy. His roar stopped all the battles in the room.

"HOW DID THE BOY ESCAPE? KILL PERCY JACKSON AT ONCE!" he commanded, and every Olympian turned towards him. Brutallus signaled his brothers over to him and Perseus, and the other two Wrath-Bringers appeared behind Brutallus, ready to leave at his will. The Wyrms circled up as well, retreating to the Wrath-Bringers from their previous onslaught. Poseidon looked at his son with sad eyes, and Percy couldn't hold his gaze. He turned away, trying to avoid tears from welling up. His father wasn't a coward after-all, and still loved Percy more than he knew. He realized that Poseidon was the last Olympian he could call friend, for all the others wouldn't hesitate to kill him by order of Olympus, save the peaceful ones such as Hestia.

He cleared the tears from his eyes before pulling a pen out of his pocket. He clicked it, and Anaklusmos appeared, but black as night. He pointed it at Zeus angrily.

"You shall taste this blade Zeus, and pay for your tyranny!" he shouted at the King of the Gods. Zeus snarled at the demigod.

"I should have killed you when you murdered my son. I guess now, I finally have the chance," he snapped at the Champion of the Primordials. He willed the Master Bolt to fly into his hands, and the sky outside the room lit up. Percy cracked his neck and fingers, before smiling evilly at his uncle.

"I'd like to see you try!" he yelled, as he began to draw shadows from around the room towards him. Hades regarded him with wide eyes, and looked startled by the power the boy possessed. Percy began to fill with energy, and he began to levitate slowly off the ground, before peaking at around five feet. He began to shake as energy and power filled his body.

Zeus' eyes widened before he fired his Master Bolt at Percy. It hit the shadows around him, and he pulsed with energy.

"NOOOOO!" Poseidon yelled at he ran over to his son, but he was thrown across the room by a wave of dark energy. Percy just appeared angered by the bolt, much to the shock of the entire throne room. The Champion of Erebus and Tartarus was then encased with the Shadows, as he pointed his blade at Zeus. He yelled out to the Thunder God, his voice echoing with the power of a Primordial.