Fanfic #20 Percy Jackson & The Sapphire Flame by Silas-the-Sith 05(percyjacksonxavatar:thelastairbender)

This is a crossover fanfic with Percy in the world of avatar on the fire nations side.

Synopsis: What if Poseidon sent his son away from the PJO universe to the world of Avatar? When an opportunity to travel the world arises, Percy takes it. But is guarding Azula really his best idea? Taking place over Seasons 2 & 3, just how much does Percy shake up the entire ATLA storyline when he's on the bad side. And who ever said fire & water didn't mix? Based off Percy & The Princess

Rated: T

words: 105k

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13755715/1/Percy-Jackson-The-Sapphire-Flame

Here's the first chapter:

The Lord of the Seas watched with a heavy heart from his palace in Atlantis as his son slew the Minotaur, for he knew the truth of this great achievement. Percy Jackson had just joined the world of the gods and monsters. Poseidon knew better than most what life for a demigod child of his usually brought: a short, tragic life. Unlike most of his brethren, Poseidon cared for his children and mourned all their deaths. His sulking was interrupted by his nephew.

"You know, there is an alternative. You could send him away, out of our's, and the monster's reach. Better alive than a pawn on the chessboard," the messenger god offered, watching the young demigod collapse into unconsciousness atop Half-Blood Hill, emotionally wrecked from seeing his mom get kidnapped, or in the son of Poseidon's eyes, die.

"You would have me leave him alone and untrained? He would be out of my reach and easy food for monsters. No, he is better off at camp, even if he ends up being used by Zeusand the others," Poseidon growled at the god beside him.

"I'm not talking about Alaska, Uncle," Hermes said, a sly smirk adorning his face, the very same look that made those around him nervously check their pockets for wallets he had already swiped.

"Where do you suggest, then?" came Poseidon's reply, a faint hope blossoming in his chest as he looked towards the god of thieves.

"Do you remember the world where the mortals hold sway over the elements?" his nephew questioned him.

Poseidon chuckled. "We haven't been able to go there in 2,000 years. Raava and Vaatu were quite mad when Zeus, Hephaestus, Hades, and I blessed people to wield our elements. I daresay it was the first time in millennia those spirits agreed on anything." Poseidon quickly sobered though, "I would never have the chance to talk to him there. He would be gone from me forever," he said, his voice lowering as he went.

"Well, I wasn't born then, and never blessed mortals with ridiculous power, so the spirits have no reason to dislike me. I could always let you talk to him in dreams. I'm not the god of travel for nothing. Sure, it wouldn't be that direct, but you'd still be able to help him with his struggles in his new world." Hermes assured. Then, he snickered. "I always wondered why none of you ever went back. The spirits were so fun to hang around with. Tell me, did they try to blow Zeus up, or what?"

"It was 'or what' for sure. Those spirits had one mean temper." Then, on a more morose note, he asked, "What about the prophecy? Is Percy not the one it speaks of?"

Hermes shrugged his shoulders. "Truthfully, I don't know uncle, I'm not Apollo. But, you and I both know that the Fates don't start games without all the pieces on the board. The Titans haven't risen in eons, the Fates won't start one of their precious tapestries without the champion that the prophecy speaks of. Your son doesn't need to be that pawn, nor have that destiny."

Poseidon pondered for a few minutes before talking. "I will not send my only half-blood son into that world without a weapon. You will deliver Riptide to Hephaestus so he can enchant it to destroy mortals and spirits as well. I know not if humans still live side by side with the spirits," the Earthshaker ordered.

"Of course, Uncle. When the boy wakes, he will be in a new world where the Fates cannot curse him with a hero's tragedies," Hermes replied as he exited Atlantis in a golden flash of light.

"Good luck, my son. I hope you will find joy and happiness in your life. Always remember you are a true child of the sea" The god whispered as he watched his son's body disappear from the infirmary in a flash of golden light. A passing thought entered the sea god's mind. I wonder how much a single demigod can impact an entire world. After thinking about it for a moment, he concluded. "Nope, not even my son can change that much." Besides, Poseidon had other things to worry, about like the wrath of Sally Jackson. Tartarus hath no fury like a woman scorned, and sending her only child away was going to put Poseidon through Hades.

The Earthshaker greatly underestimated his son's refusal to play by the rules, for Percy Jackson was about to change the bending nations forever.