The Sea's Serpent

Prologue Part 1: The Battle

AN: The start of a new dawn.

Percy Jackson was the firstborn of the God of the Seas, Poseidon. He was an Olympian; a very strong Olympian, and was the God of Time, Space, Matter, and Energy. Yes, veryyyyyyyyyy strong. And his sacred animal was the snake.

He had many titles. Father of the Hunt. Because he started the group for maidens called the Hunt, who were seasoned warriors, and inarguably Olympus' best asset. They took oaths of maidenhood, and swore themselves to him.

The Snake That Surrounds the World. When Zeus boasted that nothing could be larger than him when he was at his strongest, Percy assumed the guise of a much larger snake that absolutely dwarfed Zeus. To say Zeus was angry at being humiliated by his nephew, was seriously understating it.

The Olympian Rock. Initially, Typhon's punishment was to carry Olympus on his shoulders. When he was shifted to Mt. St. Helens, it was Percy who assumed the form of a gigantic snake and supported the mountain. The Base of Olympus, and the first line of defence is a massive snake that dwarves Typhon on a good day.

The Love of the Maidens. Percy got this title when he befriended Athena and Artemis, and later started dating the moon goddess. By that time, almost all of Olympus knew that the two maiden goddesses were fighting for Percy's eye.

But there was one title that Percy did not want. The Disgraced Olympian. And this is how it occurred.

Time: During the first Giant War

"Lord Perseus, how much longer must we stay out here?" Achilles complained.

The two were in a dimly lit tent, with several others. Everybody had a tried but serious look on their face as they leaned forward, in a heated discussion.

The tent itself was nothing out of the ordinary. It only had several chairs spread along a long table, on both sides of which sat the Generals, the battle-hardened soldiers and tacticians who led each regiment to battle. In the middle, on a rainbow-like thing, a map was projected in 3D, and it changed every time someone made a recommendation. On the table, several miniatures representing their troops and regiments sat.

At one head, sat Percy. He was clad in only a regular black chiton, and looked bored out of his mind. He was playing with one of the miniatures, and a deck of cards was spread in front of him. A white snake, with strange golden stripes, was curled comfortably around the god's neck, it's forked tongue occasionally slithering out as it snored, or hissed, whatever it is that snakes do.

"We should attack them head-on!" Someone shouted.

"We should divide our forces! Leave a bait in the front, along with Lord Perseus, while most of the army flanks them!" Heracles shouted.

"We don't even know where they will appear." The Hunters' lieutenant, a daughter of Atlas, Zöe, snorted.

"We should wait for them to strike, and put up a strong opposition. Zöe is right, and as such, it is the only thing that we can do." Achilles said, getting an approving nod from the god. Every time somebody spoke, the 3D map changed automatically, along with the dolls, to show the proposed strategy, along with the possible outcome.

"That's decided, then. We attack head-on." Percy said, getting some grumbling from the assembled generals, as he arranged his deck of cards. They made a move to get up and leave, but he motioned for them to sit back down. He waved his hand, and his deck of cards turned into a box. The box had a wrench in its side, and Percy slid it across to Achilles, who looked surprised at the god's actions. He looked at the god, who was inspecting his nails, for some reason.