The Broken and the Hunted (Percy Jackson Fanfic)

Chapter 21

Tartarus, 10 years after Akauma's defeat.
Third person P.O.V.

Percy spent the last ten years after he woke up running for his life through the massive maze that was made just for him and the little room that has been soaked in his blood, his 'play room' they call it. Tartarus finally joined in on torture after the incedent with Akuma. After pulling in a favour from Chronos, with the help from Tartarus and Kronos, they enchanted the 'play room' so that the flow of time within it was drastically slow within the bloody room. During one of these visits Gaia's small host peaked around the door and gently called his name "Perceus... It's time to wake up. I have a couple gifts for you."

A couple Cyclops walked in behind her childlike figure carrying a set of black heavy looking shackles with chains that were almost blinding white. They took off the chains holding him up on the wall. "Well I do hope one of those gifts is your body." Percy said with a vicious grin licking his lips and a husky laugh.

He suddenly winced and shook his head. "Stop that! Get it out my head you sick bastard!" Percy half shouted to himself.

Unconcerned with the sudden outburst she motioned for the Cyclops to put him in the new shackles and draged him out of his bloody room. They dragged him across the ground as he collected a multitude of cuts and bruises. After what seemed like hours of traveling down further and further Percy saw that they were deeper in the pit than he had ever been before.

Soon they arrived at an alter that was on the edge of a cliff, there were a few other people around the alter. Percy only recognised a few that gave him wary glances or murderous glares. He assumed that they must all be primordals as he was chained to the two pillars. Gaia nodded to Tartarus who started to gather the other primordals and positioned them in a semicircle around the alter. With a sweet voice she whispered into Percy's ear "what you are wearing now are the soul shackles, they are made out of metals and magic the doesn't exist anymore. They will bind your soul to your flesh and you flesh to your soul. So from now on instead of reforming somewhere in Tartarus after you die you will reform right where you are."

Percy's eyes went wide with fear as he realised that this ment they didn't have to hold back anymore they could do anything they wanted to him without fear of losing him. He started to struggle against the chains in terror, a desperate attempt to get free. His flailing made Gaia smile "the only problem is that to bind them to your soul we need something that can burn the metal into your soul and your flesh at the same time. The only thing that could do that is the sacred fire of the ancient dragons. They have gone extinct however, well all except for one." As she was talking the other primordals were chanting together the area around them started to glow and a rumbling started coming from over the cliff.

"Urgarun, the God of the ancients."

An orange glow rose from over the cliff the heat starting to become unbearable. A mountainous set of scaly clawed hands rose up and slammed into the edge of the cliff. Sweat started pouring off of Percy like a waterfall as the head of the largest creature he had ever seen rose from over the edge. Wings of pure fire moved slowly behind a dark amoured head. Burning orange eyes locked onto him and he felt an overpowering presence force its way into his mind looking through his memories. "Young one." A surprisingly gentle voice echoed through his mind.

"Your as much as a captive as I." Percy could hear Gaia talking in the back ground but the words were dull and drown out. "I have no choice to do what they want, but I can also give you a gift as well hopefully this can make up for what I have to do. I will give you my wrath... No I give you the wrath of all the dragons. With my blessing you will use this wrath to burn your enemies to ash."

While he tried to understand these words Percy was engulfed in flames that radiated ancient power. The smell was the first thing that he noticed. Percy assumed that the pain would come first but it was the smell of burning flesh. He had smelt it before during the wars and then again in his 'play room'. Then the pain came, deep siring pain that the human body shouldn't be capable of feeling tore through Percy's mind.

His screams drowned out the chanting of the primordials as the fire burned into his very soul. The chains shackled to his wrists glowed slightly before a white wispy figure came out of him. Percy's soul had the same shackles on his wrists, chaining his soul to his body. The fire finally stopped and his soul fell back into his body.

Then a swirling pillar of multi coloured flame exploded around Percy as he lay on the ground. Gaia, who recognised the flame, stepped back in shock. She turned to stare at the ancient dragon in horror. "What do you think you are doing, you fool you will pay for this." With a signal to the others all the primordials began another chant.

The giant dragon began to writhe in pain as odd colored streaks flashed around his body. Gaia then turned her attention to the demigod, only to see nothing where he should be chained. "He has become something more than human now. Nothing will stop him from extracting my revenge against you for what you have done to my kind." The voice of Urgarun rang through the earth primordials mind.

A deffining explosion nearly threw her away, as the dust cleared she saw a large figure close to eight feet tall. His arms and legs were covered in bright red scales and claws and the ends of his fingers that were piercing into the rocky ground like a hot knife through butter. The face was mostly human except the nose was gone and his pupils were slitted just like the dragons of old. The humanoid dragon opened his mouth revealing a row of razor sharp fangs to release a small flame as he growled. "Learn your place filth" Aether yelled and threw a shaft of pure light right into the chest of the creature.

The spear stabbed right into its chest tearing right through the tough scale plating. It fell down to its knees, blood pouring from its mouth and chest. They all felt its life force fade away, until it reached up and grabbed onto the spear of light. The muscles in its arm flexed and strained against the scales as it griped the spear until it shattered shocking everyone. Then they were shocked again as the blood that had been pouring out of it started going back into its body.

The echoing laughter of the ancient dragon god rang through the minds of all the primordials "from the moment you bound me to this place I told you all that your pride would be your downfall. The moment you brought that young demigod before me I knew he would be the one to cast you into the depths of the void. And now you have just given the one being the tool to that will be the cause of your deaths. Behold true immortality."