Alone; A Percy Jackson Fanfiction

Chapter 11

Hi. Author here. I switch between calling Percy, Percy or Petra, so just bear with me. 

Also, who should I ship Percy with? I'm open to suggestions. 

Have a nice day.

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The beautiful, newly designed throne room was filled with the shouts of the Olympians. It was the meeting of the winter solstice, and it was time for Percy to put on a show. He threw on some comfortable clothing and then put on his pitch-black, intricately designed armor on. He changed his appearance using a glamour bead designed and created by the Panoplia Division, the armory division. The last thing he did was slide on his beautiful silver mask that looked more like a masquerade party mask than an everyday mask. 

His footsteps echoed along the halls of the palace. He strolled through the maze of hallways and finally reached the Hall of Chaos, where the other members of his team awaited him. 

Petra greeted his second-in-command, Luke, with a simple nod. Luke nodded back, confirming that everyone was here and everything was in order. Despite his confidence in Luke, Petra still did a quick headcount to make sure everyone was here. When he was satisfied, he turned to the open air and did a motion with his hands as if he were pulling double doors apart. The air parted before him and opened up a portal leading directly to the throne room of the Olympians. 

"All of you have been given your part. I expect you to play it well," Petra said firmly, but not unkindly. Shouts broke out as he stepped through the portal into the Olympian's throne room, his team behind him. 

"Olympians! My name is Commander Petra of the Stratiotiko Chaos, the Army of Chaos. I have come to warn you of war brewing in your midst. Chaos ordered me to attack you. My team and I refused and had to flee for our lives. We come to offer our help to you in the upcoming war," Petra said, confidently making his way towards Zeus' chair. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want to shove a sword directly into his- on task, Percy, stay on task. 

"Oh? And why should we believe you?" Zeus said, trying to sound unimpressed, but Percy could see that his face had gone pale, along with the faces of all the other Olympians. Petra inwardly grinned at their fear, but his face remained completely neutral (not that they could see it anyway). 

"Zeus, I have no time for your games. Chaos will attack your demigod camp- the Greek one- in one week, and if you aren't ready, you and your brethren will be crushed like ants under the unmovable boot that is the Stratiotiko Chaos. The only way you will even stand a chance is if you receive help from a more powerful, outside sources. I was the Commander of the Stratiotiko Chaos, I know Chaos better than anyone. But if you would like to play games and fool around, I will see it fit to leave you to your fate. And when you need us, we most certainly won't be there," Petra said all this in a calm, collected, neutral tone, although his inner voice was screaming at him to torture them, make them pay. But Petra knew he didn't have time for that. He was on a mission, and he had no intention of failing. 

"So...you will help us...and for what? Power? Glory? Why should you help us? And why should we want your help?" Zeus growled, still going in circles endlessly. Percy was excited for the last question, however, because that meant he got to put on a show. 

Percy reached out his hand and closed his fist in a very Star Wars, Sith fashion. Instantly, all 14 Olympians (Apparently Hades and Hestia had been given a throne while he was gone) started making a strange, gurgling noise. This was probably because Petra was cutting off all air to their lungs, but maybe they were all just weird. 

Petra let his control on the other 13 Olympians drop and focused solely on Zeus. Percy shifted attention from his throat to heating all of the water molecules in his body. He slowly increased the temperature as Zeus cried out in pain. 

"I told you that I wasn't playing games, Zeus. This is the reason why you want me on your side. I have no time for your incompetence. I have already demonstrated my power by transporting me and my team by way of a portal through the galaxy to your throne room and explained my reasoning. Don't question me," Percy snarled in Greek, increasing the temperature with every word. Zeus tried to say something, but all he let out was a scream. Percy dropped his control over the Olympian. 

"I-I thank you for your help...where would you like to stay?" Zeus stuttered out, still breathing hard. 

"We will stay at Camp Half-Blood and attempt to build up defenses there. That is where Chaos plans to strike first," Petra said, going back to his calm and collected demeanor. 

Petra turned around and split the air again, this time a portal opening up to Camp Half-Blood. His team got in position behind him, ready to go as soon as their Commander said the word. As an afterthought, Percy turned back around to speak to Zeus. 

"Do make sure you come along to introduce us. I'm sure you children will respond in the same way that you did and I'm sure you don't want the same treatment to be given to them as was to you," Percy growled, turning around and walking through the portal, cape swishing behind him, leaving the throne room in chaos.