A Vikings Call

A Call to War

Twenty One Years Ago

The child cried out for its mother as the flames rose around him. The small one room cabin was on fire and it seemed no help was coming. Suddenly, another wave of fire hit the house. The old wooden cabin began to collapse, but before the child could be crushed and burned to death, two arms appeared from nowhere and snatched him from his crib.

The mother ran into the woods with her terrified child in her arms. She knew that the creature following her would eventually catch them, but she had some time to hide her son.

"Shhh. Don't cry my son. Your father will protect you, Perseus." She said as she placed him in a bush. A tear fell from her eyes as she stood up. "Goodbye, my son."

She ran before the creature after her could see her son. "Protect him. Show him his heritage and teach him how to survive in the world we have brought him into. Please." She whispered as she ran. Thunder boomed overhead, as if giving an answer to her plea.

The young boys last image of his mother was of her turning to run away. The boy sat there for a couple of minutes before a roar and a loud scream echoed throughout the woods.

Lightning sparked across the sky and thunder boomed. If someone had been there to look they would have seen the figure of a man wielding a hammer in the sky.

End of Dream

Percy woke up to find he was covered in sweat. "Another damn dream." He muttered.

He looked around the room, not completely sure if he was at home or not. He realized he wasn't. "Where the hell-."

"Hmmmhhhh."

"Oh." Percy chuckled at the girl in his bed next to him. The events of the night before slowly coming back to him.

"They aren't going to let me in that bar again." He said before getting up and heading to the shower.

He stood in the shower, letting the hot water fall down his body. He had been having those nightmares a lot lately. His main reason for hitting every bar he could find. He knew what he was, a demigod. The son of Thor to be exact. First of his kind to ever exist, something that made him powerful.

It also made him a target for the more dangerous kinds of monsters. That didn't bother him much though, he was a viking at heart and he loved a good fight. What he needed now was answers. The questions he had since he was a child still haunted him. Who had killed his mother and why? Why hadn't his father protected his mother? Matter of fact, where was his father. He had never met the God of Thunder personally. Odin was the one he always spoke to and even then it was just in dreams, never actually in person.

The only thing they gave him was information he needed to stay alive and many, many history lessons on the Norse and other pantheons he could possibly run into. He had been taught the rules about what he could and couldn't do. He could live with most of them, they weren't all that strict. There were a few he didn't like very much; something he made sure Odin knew. Just in case anything ever happened, he had warned his grandfather in advance.

After a few minutes of thinking about his father's side of the family, he got out of the shower and headed back into the bedroom. He found the room empty but noticed a note on the bedside table.

The girl had left her name and number, something he hadn't wanted.

"Sorry, not looking for relationships. Just passing through on my journey to someplace I don't know." He mumbled before tossing the piece of paper in the trash.

After getting dressed he walked out of the door, unsure of where he was going. He made it out of the building before walking down the street. He wasn't exactly sure where he was going. He just knew that he had this feeling like he was supposed to head in this specific direction.