The Beginning of both Stories

//////Dream//////

A sea of blood. Mounds of corpses as far as the eye could see. A maniacal laughter could be heard echoing through the battle field. A man in golden armor can be seen standing on a hill of corpses, laughing in delight as he took in the scene before him.

A black-haired man was kneeling on the ground, a woman's corpse in his hand. The women was beautiful. There were no words that could describe her. Unfortunately, that beauty was marred by a crimson sword slash going down from her left should to her right hip.

Alexander was standing a little way back from the black-haired man, tears running down his face. He wasn't the same boy who was tricked into peeking. He was a warrior on the battle field. He had multiple sword wounds digging into his torsi and limbs, but the place that was most painful wasn't any physical wound.

His heart hurt so much he wished he could dig it out right then and there. The black-haired man loved that woman romantically while he loved her as an older sister and teacher.

Evangeline Silverscale.

'She is dead.' He thought to himself numbly.

He suddenly felt a dark emotion emerging from deep within his soul.

Hatred.

Hatred towards the world. Hatred towards everyone living in it. Hatred towards Existence itself.

The black haired man felt the same emotion emerging from deep within his very being.

Alexander suddenly teleported towards the laughing man. The man stopped laughing as he saw them. Two eyes with different colors. One had a black sclera and white iris, the other had a white sclera and black iris. Both had red pupils, but these strange eyes weren't what caused him to stop.

The immense hatred and anger radiating off them gave him a sense of terror he had never felt before. He opened his mouth as if to scream but no sound ever came out.

The Alexander in the dream suddenly looked side-ways towards the place where the present Alexander was spectating, unable to stop the dream no matter how hard he tried.

"Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. DESTROY EVERYTHING!!!!!" The dream Alexander yelled as the world suddenly caved.

//////End Dream//////

*BOOM*

Alexander suddenly sat up from his sleep as a loud thunder shook the skies. He panted and sweat rolled down his forehead. He looked outside to see a great storm as thunder and lighting shook the skies and the ocean sent powerful waves everywhere.

He could feel that this weather was caused between a clash of two gods. They were quite powerful… for this world. But he didn't care about that. He wanted to cool his head, so he got up an walked towards the door. He exited the cabin and began walking on the beach, the heaver rain made his long hair, that he released before going to sleep, stick to his robes.

"That dream again…" He said to himself as he looked up to thee black clouds blanketing the sky. The rain that fell on his face masked the tears that he shed.

He walked for an hour or so before decided to head back. When he got to the cabin, the door was wide open allowing the rain to enter it.

He didn't panic. He discretely placed a small rune formation on the pair of mother and son. The runes will activate if they are ever mortally wounded… or if they are about to face a fate worse than death. They will keep their souls attached to their bodies while simultaneously sending out a distress signal that will reach him no matter where he was as well as forming a barrier to protect them from further harm.

They grew on him.

He went into the cabin, but there was no one in there. Their luggage was left untouched, so it definitely wasn't a robbery. Just as he was going to go out and take a look at the car, a lightning suddenly struck.

In this weather, he wouldn't have given it another thought, but this lightning strike felt like an attack from a god. Although it was half-assed at best, which indicated they weren't aiming to kill, he thought it was probably directed at Percy.

For some reason, Percy had a divine bloodline. It shouldn't be possible because he checked and his mother was certainly human. It should be impossible for a higher being to impregnate a mortal. Their bodies shouldn't be able to handle the strain of giving birth to a divine offspring.

But this world was strange.

Anyway, his wings exploded from his back, pushing the water droplets from the rain away from him before he flapped them hard. A few seconds later, He was hundred of meters in the air and going towards the location of the thunder strike.

He could have teleported, but using his powers to solve everything will make life too boring. However, if the runes he placed on them activated… the ones in need of protection will be the assailants.

And there aren't many in this universe who are willing to become his enemy.

He reached the place only to find a broken and smoking yellow car, but he could see three sets of footprin…

'Are those…hoofprints?' He though in confusion as he imagined a bipedal goat.

Anyway he chose to ignore them and proceeded to follow them up the hill. In the distance, he could see a flash of golden light. It disappeared as soon as it appeared.

Alexander decided to stop dilly-dallying and pushed himself a little. The ground he was flying over obtained a new crater as he practically teleported to the top of the hill. He quickly hid his wings back as to not surprise anyone he found there.

He normally would have enjoyed the expression of shock he would receive, but now wasn't exactly the time.

What he found at the top of the hill was strange to say the least. He found Percy… stabbing a giant bull-man in a loincloth with it's own horn… and a goat-boy that was suspiciously muttering something about enchiladas.

As the bull-man, for some reason turned to dust. Percy walked over to the goat-boy groggily and picked him up, still holding onto the horn that, for some reason, didn't turn to dust.

He looked as if he was about to keel over at any time, so Alexander went over and pulled his arm over his shoulder as he took the goat-boy from him and carried him under at his left. He held Percy's waist with his right hand while wrapping his left arm around the goat-boy as he dragged them towards…wherever they were headed.

He reached a gate that said 'Camp Half-blood'. He wanted to head inside, but he was met with two obstacles. First a barrier that didn't seem to affect the two he was carrying but kept trying to push him out. It wasn't nearly powerful enough to stop him, but he already infiltrated one camp in the last week, so he didn't feel like doing it again.

The second thing stopping him was… a man with a lower body of a horse along with a group of kids and goat-boys with the lower body of a…well, goat. Just like the one he was carrying. That would have been a good things… if they weren't all pointing bows and swords, with a few spears and daggers mixed in, at him.

"Is pointing bows at people a new way of greeting I am not accustomed too?" He thought out loud without really meaning to. The thought just forced it's way out of his mouth.

The group all looked towards the horse-man as if asking him what they should do. Before he could answer, Alexander continued.

"As much as this is fun, I am holding two knocked out kids…in the middle of the rain." He said blankly.

"…Put down your weapons. Apollo campers, tend to the wounded. And allow our…guest into the camp." He said as the kids started to follow his orders before freezing at the last one for a moment before continuing.

A blond 12-year old girl with grey, stormy eyes came to the front and walked towards Alexander as another group of kids took Percy and the goat-boy to get treated.

"I, Annabeth Chase, give you permission to enter camp." She said before turning around and running to the horse-man. Immediately after she said that, the resistance Alexander felt disappeared.

She stopped before turning around and lifting an eyebrow, as if to say 'why aren't you following me'.

She began moving again as Alexander ran after her…not at full speed, of course.

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[CANON SPOILER!]

MC: What happened to Sally?

Author: She was kidnapped by the god of the Underworld.

MC: ....Are you fucking with me right now?

Author: She'll be fine. It had to happen. You know....prophecies and all that.

MC: Man fuck prophecies!!

Author: *Nods in agreement*

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So... I said three chapters yesterday.... but the third chapter was yeeted somewhere and now I don't have the brain power to rewrite it. I'll probably upload two chapters tomorrow. Later!