Doom of Olympus

Doom of Olympus
Author's Note: Hey guys, I got the idea for this fic after I started listening to The Lost Hero on Audible. The first chapter is a bit OC-centric but I'm definitely gonna give Leo, Piper, and Jason the screentime they deserve. So here it is, I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter I
“Who's that up on the hill by the Caldecott Tunnel?” the newest addition to Camp Jupiter asked as she looked up toward the solitary figure sitting in front of the tunnel entrance, leaning against a small post in the ground.

Camp Jupiter's newest recruit had just arrived a few weeks ago, she had a complexion the color of roasted coffee beans and shoulder length curly hair and bright golden eyes and a toned, fit build. She was dressed in blue jeans and the purple Camp Jupiter t-shirt.

“Oh that's Haley Watson, she's a member of the First Cohort, not someone you wanna mess with. Especially considering she's one of the meanest warriors in camp. She's got like twenty lines on her tattoo. They say she's been living at the camp over a decade and she does at least one quest a year. Rumor has it, her bunk is decorated with a trophy from every monster besides the Titans and the Giants. I once challenged her to a duel and she almost hacked my arm off.” Michael Kalahe said with a shudder as they made their way toward the mess before the new recruit turned and jogged toward the solitary figure by the tunnel.

“I'll catch up later, I wanna make sure she's okay.” Hazel called back as she jogged up the hill before she neared close enough to hear that Haley was.... singing,

“Teenagers scare, the living shit outta me. They could care less as long as someone will bleed!” Haley exclaimed as she sprung to her feet, her Nemean Lion pelt trench coat flapping about her as she leaped to her feet and grabbed the top of the post she'd been leaning against and pulled. Hazel just barely had time to register the rasp of metal on leather before she felt a blade against her throat. Hazel froze instantly as she realized that the post in the ground was in fact the sheath to Haley's weapon. The weapon in question was a nasty-looking single-edged blade as black as the depths of Tartarus. The blade was probably a meter long and near the hilt there was an ornate golden pattern stamped with letters that spelled out Misericordiam.

“Dammit Levesque! I almost killed you! And this is Stygian Iron, there's no way to come back from that!” Haley exclaimed as she shook the blade for emphasis before sheathing her sword. Now that she finally stood still, Hazel could get a get a good look at her. Haley was tall, almost six feet, with pale, gaunt skin stretched tight over her athletic, wiry form but some how she didn't look sickly... more like she had been raised in the jungle.

She had almost no fat on her face, exposing her imperialistic good looks. She definitely belonged at Camp Jupiter. She had long, choppy midnight black hair that went to the middle of her back, with her bangs falling across the right side of her face, hiding one of her storm cloud-gray eyes from view. She was dressed in a pair of baggy jeans and a camp tee with a pair of sneakers. At first glance she looked like a social reject you'd see in high school but she had an aura of power to her and a grace in her movements Hazel hadn't seen, except maybe in the praetor, Reyna.

“I'm sorry ma'am.. I was just wondering what you're doing up here by yourself.” Hazel asked sheepishly as Haley once more shoved her her sheath into the ground and leaned against it as she put her ear-buds in and resumed blasting MCR.

“Avoiding small-talk, is what I was doing. I'm waiting on something anyways.” she said as she hit play and the acoustic version of Helena came on.

“Oh, you're waiting on a friend to arrive? Is he close?... or you know she... maybe” Hazel said nervously as Haley heaved a sigh under her breath,

“Levesque, is there a reason you're wasting my time with this conversation?” Haley asked as she continued to stare intently into the tunnel. Hazel winced at the flippant remark and looked away, unsure of how to reply. There was an awkward silence for a few moments before Haley continued,

“I'm waiting for my friend Roy, he showed up during the summer, stayed just long enough to get claimed and help us take Mt. Othrys before he had to go home. Apparently he has another demigod friend he want's to bring in to the camp.” Haley said, hoping Hazel would leave her alone soon.

“Well then, do you mind if I wait here with you? I don't wanna go to dinner yet. Nico left for the Underworld today and I don't really know anyone else here, since Jason disappeared. Plus, aren't you a daughter of Pluto? I guess that makes us sisters.” Hazel asked as she took a seat next to the Legionnaire.

“Levesque, there's a few things you need to know about me. One, I lost my mom at the age of four to a Mob shootout. Then, my big bro OD'd on heroin when I was six. Two, within a month I had arrived and earned my place in the First Cohort and by the time I was twelve, I was a Centurion. I've been here eleven years. Don't you think if I wanted to make friends, I'd have done it already? Lastly, Roy's a week and a half late. So you'd best get comfy or get moving.” Haley said as she turned on Welcome to the Black Parade on full blast as Hazel sullenly got up and jogged towards the mess hall.

“Thank Satan she's gone.” Haley said as she let her music blast as she settled in to wait for Roy...

Meanwhile, in San Carlos, Arizona...

Roy looked around his new, unfamiliar surroundings. He was in some sort of building, or at least it used to be a building. Now it was just a collection of red and gray stones and rough timber beams that were obviously the skeleton of a once great mansion. He turned around to find himself three feet from an enormous chocolate red wolf as she panted impatiently, her breath hot on his face before he backed up a few steps.

“Damn-” Roy said before cutting off unexpectedly, as if he was an actor who'd suddenly forgotten his lines on stage. He felt what felt like a migraine coming on but shook it off as Lupa barked loudly, clearly in no mood to wait for him to remember his lines.

“We haven't much time, child of the Moon. The Earth grows restless, her Champion threatens to bring down the Empire. You must venture to-” she began when a tremor rocked the house as a few stones and beams fell to the floor as the tremor increased, threatening to bring down the house as a distant baying cry split the night air.

“There's no time ! Go, journey to the Great Divide. The boy with one shoe will lead you to the home of the Others and to the one marked by the Dove. Go now!” the wolf growled as Roy replied,

“Whoa, hold up. I can overlook wolf talking to me and the dream vision, that's actually pretty standard for a Tuesday. But even if I do make it to this 'Great Divide' and meet the dude with one shoe, what do I do then? If this is real, that is.” Roy said as he held up his arms while he tried to wrap his head around the talking wolf, which oddly enough, didn't strike him as odd. Lupa gave a growling laugh before replying,

“Conquer.... or die, it's up to you.” she finished with a laugh as the dream faded into nothingness...

Roy sat bolt upright in his bed, a little more sweaty than he cared to admit. He flopped back down on his pillows with a flump, he rubbed his eyes tiredly as he checked his alarm clock with one hand, the glowing face of his clock read 11:49 at night. He sighed before he pushed himself off his bed and wandered down the hall of the tiny, two-story cabin. His foster brother's dad had left it to his son when he'd passed away three years ago after a monster attack. Not that anyone had believed the two boys, Roy had raised hell for a week, trying anything he could think of to get people to believe them. It had been a month and a half after the incident before one of the “Tribal Elders”, a man named Samuel Black had decided the tribe should take the two boys in as their own. It'd turned out that the old man had been what the tribe referred to as “Spirit-touched” and was supposedly the son of the spirit, Panther, from the tribe's legends.

He'd taught them all about monsters and how there was so much more to the world than normal people could see, and that the fact the monster attacked them meant they weren't normal. After that, the old man had taught them how to hunt and track monsters and given them a crash course in Apache knife fighting techniques, even teaching them how to harness their gifts and teaching them rites to summon and control smaller spirits. Not that he'd been much good at them, his bro had always been better at the magic stuff than he had. Roy and his foster brother had taken to the lessons like moths to a flame, and now three years later they were the best hunters and fighters on the reservation. Roy was startled for his thoughts as he plowed headfirst into the closed bathroom door.

“Ouch, dammit to hell!” Roy grunted under his breath. As he pushed the door open and stumbled inside as he fumbled for the light switch, throwing it on as the dim little bulb over the sink flickered to life as he turned on the faucet. Roy put his hands under the running faucet before splashing some water on his face as he looked in the mirror, scratching absentmindedly at the SPQR tattoo on his left forearm, he couldn't remember where he'd gotten it, it'd just sort of appeared after he got back from San Francisco back in August after spending a few weeks there to catch a string of concerts from a few of his favorite bands.

He ran his hand through his auburn hair until it had the artfully tousled appearance he preferred as he watched the sea foam-green eyes in the mirror look back at him as he looked at the multitude of scars that covered his arms, torso, and neck.. He rubbed his jaw, trying to decide whether or not he needed to shave, taking more than a little pride in his chiseled, Italian-ish features before he was distracted from his moment of vanity by what sounded like muffled talking outside the window before he heard the all-too familiar smack of a tennis ball on the outside wall.

He sighed, realizing it was probably some of the Apache kids who lived on the reservation with him and his brother. Picking on the local foreign boy was a favorite pastime of theirs. He closed his eyes as he focused on listening to the rhythmic thumping, listening hard until he picked out the sound of the kids catching it before throwing it again. He focused in on the sound as he started to time his breathing with the sounds of throwing and impact until he heard them catch the ball once more before reaching up to grab the crescent moon pendant around his neck as he yanked it off and it shifted into the form of a silver bow and quiver filled with glowing silver arrows slung over his back as he drew an arrow out, knocked it on the bow string, pulled back and fired it in under the span of two seconds as it shot through the partially-open window before impaling the tennis ball through the center and pinning it to the tree outside the window.

Roy strode over and threw the window open as he knocked another arrow and readied it to fire as he pointed at the group of three adolescents outside his window.

“Next one goes in your eye. Go ahead try me, we all know I'll make the shot.” Roy called down to the teens before they turned around and disappeared behind the house next door.
He sighed once they were out of sight as he willed his bow back to it's necklace form. He wandered back to his room, his thoughts returning to the strange dream bout the she-wolf. Part of the dream bothered him, not the talking she-wolf; he didn't like to brag, but he could already talk to animals, a regular Dr. Doolittle... no, it was the fact he couldn't shake the feeling he'd been there in the ruins of that house before. He'd only had a few dream visions in his life, but Samuel had always told him to trust his dreams and his instincts..... besides, he needed a vacation anyways, he thought to himself as he threw open his closet and started to pack....

Ratonhnhaké:ton's(pronounced Ra-doon-ha-ge-doon) eyes opened to see his foster brother, Roy, leaning over his headboard wearing the same goofy grin he always wore whenever he was trying to talk him into some crazy escapade that usually ended up getting them in trouble.

“Roy, it's after midnight, what do you want?” Ratonhnhaké:ton grumbled as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

“Get up, bitch. We're going on an adventure.” Roy replied, grinning from ear to ear Ratonhnhaké:ton could do nothing more than sigh before replying,

“Hold on, lemme get dressed.” he said as he sat up and stretched before throwing the covers off of himself and headed for his closet...

Ratonhnhaké:ton emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, dressed in his olive-colored utility jacket emblazoned on the back with a yellow peace sign and the phrase 'Save the Rain Forest' on the back in blue letters. Underneath, he was dressed in a blue flannel shirt and blue jeans, underneath the sleeves of his jacket,Roy spotted the leather vambraces of his that turned into a pair of spiked cestuses or a Roman Scissor on command. Ratonhnhaké:ton was a tall young man, obviously of Apache descent with ruggedly handsome features and long, silky black hair in tribal braids decorated with a few beads braided in here and there. He stood almost six and a half tall, towering over Roy's barely six feet of height. To add even more fuel to a potential inferiority complex, he weighed almost 220 pounds and was built like a tree with hands the size of baseball mitts and arms as big around as smaller trees.

Roy was dressed in his typical 'mischief-making' outfit of a blue-gray utility jacket over his favorite Deadpool shirt and gray jeans with an oddly ornate belt with his silver bow and quiver slung over his back..

“Looking sharp as always, Cronk.” Roy said with a grin, he knew Ratonhnhaké:ton didn't particularly like the name but Roy was incapable of pronouncing his name correctly the first time, even after having known him six years.

“So what's this adventure we're headed on?”

“Still working on that. Had a vision in my dreams, from a giant wolf. She mentioned something called the 'Great Divide', I'm willing to bet my Vegas money that she's probably talking about the Grand Canyon. So, off we go. C'mon bro, this isn't even my longest trip, remember my trip to-” Roy's voice drifted off mid-sentence like an actor forgetting his lines again as another migraine started to bloom behind his eyes.

“You okay Roy?” Ratonhnhaké:ton asked as Roy pressed a hand to his temple before shaking off the migraine.

“Yeah... I'm fine. Let's get going.” Roy said as he turned and headed out the door to the stairwell, eager to get under way with their trip. Ratonhnhaké:ton hesitated, he didn't know why Roy couldn't remember his visit to Mount Tam in the summer, but he had an idea. Roy never talked about his time in San Francisco, but the sleeping woman in his dreams said not to talk about it with him or there would be consequences. He shook off his wonderings as he grabbed his backpack and followed after his foster brother. He reached the bottom of the stairs and cut through the kitchen before catching up to Roy on the front patio to see Roy had posted his favorite sign on their front door.

Gone Fishin'


“So, where to?” Ratonhnhaké:ton asked as Roy scanned the woods behind their house. Roy considered walking into town an just taking a bus, when he caught a glimpse of a white wolf, so deep in the forest he almost missed it. Roy couldn't be sure, but it almost looked like the wolf was looking right at him. It couldn't be coincidence though, they didn't have wolves, at least not in this part of the state. Before he could point it out to Cronk, the wolf turned and disappeared into the trees.

“This way.” Roy said as he took off at a run after the wolf, Ratonhnhaké:ton right behind him.....
Back at Camp Jupiter, early the next morning...

“Haley, I'm sorry but I can't let you go on a quest to find Roy and this supposedly demigod friend of his, especially with Jason disappearing and Octavian pushing me to hold elections for a new Praetor... In fact. I was actually hoping you would run you'd finally run for Praetor or at least Senator” Reyna said hopefully as she watched Haley packing ambrosia ration into her backpack. Haley continued to pack as if she hadn't heard the praetor. She stuffed a change of clothes into the back pack before pulling the string to close it before buckling it to make sure it didn't come open by accident on her quest.

“Reyna darling, I admire your dedication to your job as praetor of the camp. You've really stepped up since Jason disappeared, but like I've said many times before, I have no interest in politics. Also Reyna, I wasn't asking. I'm going to go look for Roy. We all owe it to him, and I pay my debts. Now please, kindly move out of my way.” Haley said as she reached the door of the barracks, where Reyna remained firmly planted in her way.

“I'm sorry Haley, I can't allow it.” Reyna said as she crossed her arms over her typical purple toga decorated with gold armor in places. Haley narrowed her eyes at the Praetor. She was mildly impressed when Reyna's only reaction was to narrow her own piercing black eyes back at Haley.

“Now Reyna, let's not do anything rash. You know as well as I do, that if I ran for Praetor I could win simply on tenure alone, having been here almost three times longer than you have. Now, I don't wanna be Praetor and you don't need to worry about me and Octavian running against you together. Just lemme go, I'll be back by the end of the year, I promise, and you of all people know how nasty I can be when I don't get my way.” Haley said as he she put one hand over the pommel of her sword Misericordiam(Kindness in Latin) as several small arcs of electricity crackled from her hand to the blade. She didn't like to brag, but Haley was in the First Cohort because she was a daughter of Pluto, and on top of that a legacy of Zeus to boot, that and two kick-ass recommendation letters had landed her in the First Cohort with ease.

Reyna frowned in dismay, she hated to admit it but to date, she hadn't seen anyone in the Twelfth Legion successfully stop Haley from doing what she wanted; and, Haley was the best fighter she'd ever seen and she was well-connected to boot. She was friends with so many spirits, minor gods, and demigods outside of camp that Reyna didn't doubt she could find Roy again. But they had bigger things to worry about. But, she couldn't hold Haley at camp if she didn't want to, and she couldn't send her on a quest without good reason either...

“Haley, I'm sorry but my decision is final. You can't leave to go find Roy.” she began before she saw Haley grab the hilt of her sword before continuing,

“You can't go because I'm sending you on a quest to find our missing Praetor, Jason Grace. But, per the quest rules, you're allowed to enlist the help of up to two Legionnaires.” Reyna said as a grin split the daughter of Pluto's face as she nodded as she recognized what Reyna was implying.

“I live to serve the Empire.” Haley said with a bow as Reyna moved out of her way as she ventured outside the barracks. Haley took less than five steps before a nearby shadow stretched and warped as they took the form of an undead war horse with a mane of pale, green fire. Haley leaped atop the steed's back as she drew her sword with a SHING!

“Ride Deploro, we've a Praetor to find.” she exclaimed as she thrust her sword forward as her horse reared and uttered a spectral whinny before turning and disappearing into the shadow of the barracks...

Somewhere near the Grand Canyon...

“Thank you for carrying us this far, Actaeon. We will not forget this.” Roy said as he dismounted the stag with Ratonhnhaké:ton. They had stopped on the outskirts of the museum parking lot. The stag lowered it's head like it was bowing before turning and wordlessly galloping off into the distance.

“Roy, I don't like the look of that storm.” Ratonhnhaké:ton said as he pointed to the huge bank of storm clouds gathering over the museum. The cloud were black as night except for the flashes of lightning inside them. Ratonhnhaké:ton pulled his pack off his shoulders as he moved to grab his binoculars before Roy cut in,

“I like the looks of that little skirmish going on the skywalk even less.” Roy said as he pointed towards the skywalk in the distance, where seven figures stood, one holding a golden sword in hand, another armed with a club, and at least three were clearly not human. Ratonhnhaké:ton fished the binoculars out of his back before peering through the lenses towards the skywalk.

“Storm spirits by the look of it, which means the others are probably Spirit-touched like us. Definitely the case for the dude with the gold sword... and only one shoe.” he finished as he put the binoculars down.

“What?!?! Gimme those!” Roy cried as he snatched the binoculars from his brother. Sure enough, the blonde boy with the sword had only one shoe on. Roy got a sinking feeling in his stomach that instantly vanished as he caught sight of the target of one of the storm spirits.

She was a young girl of about sixteen with choppy, uneven, chocolate-brown hair with braids on the side, and Roy would bet his life she had some form of Native American blood in her judging by her tan skin and attractive features. Roy, true to form, forgot all about the dangerous spirits on the skywalk as his lower head started to think for him, as it always did when he saw a pretty girl.

“Dude, we gotta help them!”

“How do you propose we get there in time? Roy, even you aren't a hundred percent accurate at this range and their wind powers will probably throw off your aim anyways.” his brother
replied,but Roy was already one step a head of him as he tapped him once on the shoulder and pointed across the parking lot.

“Roy no, we can't.” Ratonhnhaké:ton replied as he realized what Roy was implying.

“Dude c'mon, it's the Obama administration. Yes we can!” Roy said before he took off across the parking lot. Ratonhnhaké:ton heaved a sigh before lumbering after him...
Meanwhile, on the skywalk...

Jason rolled under the venti's electrified swing as he rolled behind him before thrusting the gold sword into his opponent's back. The venti dissolved into a pile of gold powder as the sword pierced his back. Before he could formulate a plan of attack against the other two he heard Piper cry out,

“JASON, BEHIND YOU! LOOK OUT! she screamed as he turned to see a pair of headlights and the sound of a car horn honking as the vehicle crashed into the doors to the skywalk with a crash as he just narrowly leapt out of the way of the oncoming vehicle before crashing through the door with the screech of brakes and sound of glass shattering as the SUV spun around, sending the vehicle through the locked doors trunk-first.

The vehicle continued to slide, brakes screeching, for ten feet before coming to a stop as all eyes fixed on the sudden new arrival. Jason heard the trunk unlock as it slowly opened to reveal a boy of sixteen of Italian descent with dark, auburn hair in gray jeans and a red shirt.

“WAIT!” the boy said as he threw up his hands.

“You may be wondering 'why the red shirt?'.” The boy said, apparently oblivious to the fact he'd just crashed through a magically locked door in a black SUV before continuing,

“Well, that's so monsters can't see me bleed. This guys got the right idea, he wore the brown pants” he said as he pointed a finger towards Dylan as all eyes glanced towards Dylan,
In the split second everyone was distracted by his ruse, Roy's belt sprouted a a pair of sheathes holding glowing silver hunting knives before whipping one out and hurling it towards the other storm spirit. The blade whistled as it turned end over end as it sailed through the air before burying itself ten inches inside the storm spirit's chest as the spirit disintegrated into a pile of gold dust.

Without wasting any time Roy turned around and grabbed his bow from the floor behind him, an arrow already knocked as he inhaled before pulling the arrow back and taking aim to see the last storm spirit had already disappeared. Roy slowly let the bowstring out before he grabbed his quiver from the back seat and slung it over his shoulder and replaced the arrow in the quiver before he hopped out the back as he heard Ratonhnhaké:ton get out of the driver's seat and closed the door.

“You! Boy with one shoe!” he said as he hit the pavement before slinging his bow over his shoulder as he advanced on Jason,

“We need to talk.”

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