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agentofscifi · 3 years ago

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Demigod Jon Snow: Ch. 2 - Posideon

Hello! After the last chapter, I got inspired and decided to use a different godly parent in this one. A little cliche, but it was fun.

So, I am going to apologize, slightly, for the large number of background details involved in this chapter. I got really into it and ended up pulling an all-nighter working on this.

Hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1 - Ares

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Jon had always loved the water. From the moment he first crawled over to one of the ponds in the Godswoods. Unlike most young boys, Jon had loved bath time, it was more difficult to get him out of the water than into it. As he grew older, he picked up swimming like he was born to it. Barely having to practice before he knew how to keep himself above the waves and handle the currents. He swam just as well, if not better than those who had grown up on coastlines or islands. People who swam every day of their lives.

He took to sailing in an instant, knowing which knots to use and how to handle himself, despite his young age. Ser Wendel Manderly had raved about Jon's success to not only his father, Lord Manderly, but also Lord Stark during a visit to White Harbor. Lady Catelyn had not been pleased to hear the news later on. Jon was never brought on another trip again.

That had been fine, it hurt, but it was fine. Jon filled his time with working in the stables. Even the wildest of horses would listen to him. The Stable Master had taken to training Jon in all the aspects of his job. That had been the most enjoyable aspect of Jon’s day until Lady Catelyn had heard of the training and he was no longer allowed to work in the stables.

So, Jon just threw himself into training. Spent all of his free time working with his sword or a spear or any other weapon he could get his hands on. He was good with most of them. Jon would never be a master axe or mace wielder, they were much to top heavy for his taste, but he still knew the basics. His archery abilities were rubbish, every after years of practice, he could never master the bow. Theon’s constant mocking killed any appreciation Jon might have had for the weapon or the art.

Regardless, nothing could have prepared Jon for the nine-headed, scaled monstrosity that decided to try to kill him one day. Better yet, nothing would have prepared Jon for the revelations that came afterward.

Jon hadn’t been expecting some strangers to practically kidnap him. The whirlwind fight, was followed by a flight on a flying horse, pegasus?, and then a boat ride to the ruins of Old Valyria, which were currently inhabited by the survivors of Greece and Italia, which were actual countries and not just old wife’s tales, was not what Jon had planned for the rest for that day or any day.

Jon had not been expecting the revelations about the Greek deities, nor had to be expected the revelation that one of his parents was a Greek deity. He, especially, didn’t like it when a God, not a Goddess, claimed him as their child. And not just any God, Jon was the child of Posideon, one of the big three.

The whole situation had been surreal and exhausting in ways that Jon couldn’t begin to even think about. Percy, one of the people that participated in his relocation/kidnapping, was apparently his older brother. After the claiming, in which everyone was kneeling at him, a bastard? He’d been guided over to his new home.

It had been three months, and Jon could never get over the “cabins” of Camp Half-Blood. He hesitated to use the term cabin like everyone else. A cabin for him was a small wooden hut in the woods, used by overnight hunting parties in the various major woods of Westeros. These cabins were far grander than cabins Jon knew of. From the red stoned fortress of Ares Cabin, surrounded by trenches and lines of sharped sticks with hidden pit traps and catapults; to the Athena cabin, whose whole first, second, and third floors were a giant multi-storied library/work area with books in dozens of languages and from all over the world; the Hephaestus cabin with the largest and most impressive forge Jon had every seen taking up the whole first floor and most of the basement.

There were 12 of the largest cabins, in a very large circle, with the main travel path cutting down the middle of the 14 cabins. The 12 Olympians had cabins their size as a sign of respect for their status and well a necessity for some. These cabins usually had a basement, plus 3 or 4 upper floors. Zeus, Poseidon, and Hera got cabins their size due to their status, while other cabins like the Aphrodite or Hermes cabins needed large cabins due to the number of people living there. There were dozens of other cabins after that, none as big as the Olympians, most of them sat at 2 stories high. The only exceptions were Hestia and Hades. Hestia’s cabin was a three-story high pantheon in the very middle of the circle of 12 cabins where a hearth was always burning, a neutral meeting ground for all of the demigods. The Hades cabin, which was carved into the side of a mountain, technically spanned 3 floors and was all underground.

There were dozens of smaller cabins, all of them much more condensed and only 2 stories high. These were homes for the children of minor gods, such as Nike, Hecate, Iris, or any others. At the last count, there were about 50 smaller cabins. They varied in where they were placed, usually close to whatever Olympian cabin represented their parents or had an overlapping area of domination.

Each Olympian Cabin had a Cabin

Jon couldn’t quite get over how at home he felt in the Poseidon cabin. It was technically 3.5 stories tall, but with only two levels, and was much longer than wide. The first level was 2 stories tall, and much longer than the second story. The front half held a small great hall with dining tables and chairs and a kitchen in the middle. The rest of the first floor was an open concept with many shelves against the inner walls surrounding the great hall and kitchen and various small tables and chairs littered around. The shelves held a few books, old compasses, a few sextants, some weapons, and many seashells that had been collected over time. The inner walls were made of rough sea stones with small pieces of coral and seashells mixed into the cement. The outer walls were just columns of sea stone with thick pieces of canvas that hung between them, most of the time they were pulled up to the ceiling. The columns all had metal tridents hung on the outer edge. The floors were made of quartz, which had been connected with sandy cement and then smoothed downing, giving a bright appearance to the floor.

The second half of the first floor had an enclosed bathhouse. With the same design as the front, with sea stone inner walls that gave some privacy and the outer columns with connecting canvas curtains. Only, the bathhouse had no ceiling, it opened up to the sky. Only the front half of the cabin had a roof.

The second floor was only 1.5 stories tall, the sea stone columns continued up to the top of the cabin. Again, thick canvases hung from the top of the roof, which was pointed and made of the sea stone cement mix again. The ground of the second floor was made of pine wood, which 12 beds randomly spread around the room, each with its chest at the base of the bed, two bedside tables, and a desk at the top of the bed. Each of the beds had circular bed curtains to give an appearance of privacy. A set of wooden stairs lead up to this level, placed between the enclosed section and the bathhouse of the first floor. On the inner sizes of the columns sat adjustable mannequins for armor to be placed upon.

Perhaps the greatest part of the cabin, was what continued along the bag. The Poseidon cabin was a long rectangle, which began on the actual coast where dirt still existed. The bathhouse was dug into the beach, a large stone pool, which was buried in the sand, leaving the quartz floor a foot above each line. Behind the bathhouse were two wooden docks that continued for a great many feet until they reconnected to form a rectangular dock. The connecting end of the rectangle was dug about 10 feet from the open drop-off. This created a partially enclosed beachfront and a selection of oceans. You could walk down the sand and into the ocean, or you could jump off at any point along the dock. A set of steps lead from the first floor down to the beach.

A true home to a child of the sea. The whole cabin smelled of salty sea air, and sand was constantly tumbling along the floors. The open canvas walls allowed for a sea breeze to run through it constantly. A few sea-shell wind chimes hung from the ceiling and jingled throughout the day. Jon had gone for several swims each day he’d been living there.

The only downside was how empty the cabin felt. Percy and Jon were the only two occupants. Only 2 of the 12 beds upstairs had someone living in it. Only 2 of the 12 mannequins had a set of armor. They rarely ate in their little hall or kitchen, as it felt too lonely.

It was a problem for all of the children of the big three. Zeus Cabin, which was 4 stories tall, made of marble, and had a giant statue of Zeus inside and two statues on the front porch, was home to only Thalia and Jason Grace. The Hades cabin held Bianca and Nico di Angelo, along with Hazel Levesque. Their cabins were extraordinarily lonely, with so few people living in them. And yet, they all knew their cabins would never be as full as the rest. An abundance of children from the big three always leads to some kind of fight that usually resulted in months or years of natural disasters.

Still, the number difference didn’t encourage Jon and Percy to eat at their cabin. Most of the other Olympian cabins held about 350-400 people in them, though they were built to hold up to 1,000 people. They were essentially small keeps. Even Dionysus’ cabin, the non-big three cabin with the smallest population, still had 147 people on its last count. The minor god and Goddess cabins usually held about 100-ish people in them, though they could hold up to 250 if they needed to. Jon and Percy usually ended up at the Athenia cabin, so Percy could join his girlfriend for the meals of the day.

Jon couldn’t wrap his head around it all, so many siblings and so quickly conceived in relationship to each other. Though, not all of the cabin members were first-generation demigods. A few second or third-generation legacies lived there too, this was especially common when a first-generation demigod had a kid with a non-greek or roman mortal and later died. Usually, about 50-75% of the cabin were first-generation demigods. The gods had started regularly looking outside of Old Greece and Old Italia for prospective lovers and found an abundance of them. It was still odd to know that your godly parent was in a relationship with several other people while also in a relationship with your parent. It takes some getting used to.

The rest of the legacies, along with the limited survivors of Old Greece and Old Italia lived in New Rome or New Athens. New Rome was much larger, with a senate hall, several piazzas with marketplaces, a theatre, a public forum, as well as a war hall. Just outside the main city were the barracks of the Greco-Roma army. New Athens was a smaller port and agricultural town, where all of the Greco-Roma trading ships docked and where about 65% of the food was grown. New Rome had a population of about 450,000 people along with a standing army of 2,400 soldiers. New Athens had a much smaller population of 120,000 New Greco-Roma had a total population of 137,200 people, which included Demigods and Mortals, which was still so measly in comparison to the 6.5 million people in Old Greece and the 8.75 million people of Old Italia.

Still, a structure had been made with the remaining survivors in what used to be Old Vlayria. The army consisted of 12 Legions from Old Italia. Each of the Legions had 5 cohorts. Each cohort had 2 Centurions, and each Legion had 2 Praetors. Of the rest of the military, the fully-fledged members were Legionnaires, those who had finished their probational time. Everyone else was a Probatio, a probationary military member for either one year or until you performed a great actor or valor, whichever came first. This was the standing army of New Greco-Roma, though, the members of Camp-Half Blood

Then there was the Senate with a total of 311 members, in three tiers. The first tier had 35 members, which included the 24 Praetors, as well as 11 Cabin Leaders from all the Olympians plus Hades; the Hera and Artemis Cabins were excluded from this count due to their lack of cabin members. The Second Tier had 181 members, which included the 120 Centurions from the army, the 50 Cabin leaders from all Minor Gods or Goddess Cabins, and the Assistant Leaders from each of the 11 Olympiad cabins. The third tier has 95 members with the additions of the assistant leaders from the minor god and goddess cabins, 2 Junior Assistants from the 11 Olympian Cabins, five New Athens representatives, and eighteen New Rome Representatives. The two cities got one representative, who was diplomatically elected every 3 years, for every 25,000 citizens in their cities. The full senate only meets every three months, however, the first two tiers meet monthly. The cities had smaller, local councils, but Jon didn’t hear much about them.

He’d learned a lot about the New Greco-Roma society, partially because Percy’s girlfriend Annabeth was always around and always ready to teach him something, but it was also because Jon was required at Senate meetings. The Posideon cabin only had two members, so Percy was instantly an Assistant Cabin Leader. All of the cabins had a Cabin Leader and an Assistant Cabin Leader, the Olympians also had 2 Junior assistants, due to the sheer number of them. This all meant that Jon was required to attend or do certain things due to being in the Senate. It was a major adjustment.

“Hey,” My attention jumps to Percy and he lifts his head above the water. “I can feel you thinking from over here.”

I shake my head. “It’s nothing, it’s just, it’s been six months and I’m just a little…”

“Lost.” Percy’s smile was sad, but understanding. Percy’s family had been from Old Greece, one of the few lines that had survived the downfall of Old Greece. “You can go back, you know.”

He knew, he did. The offer had been made multiple times, usually on a bi-weekly basis, once Percy realized that he wasn’t completely defenseless. And yet, he didn’t want to leave. He had Ghost, the direwolf was oddly fond of sailing and would play in the water almost daily. This little piece of the North made him miss it a little less.

“I’m just restless. I’ve been thinking, actually. I’m going to sign up for the army.”

Percy freezes. “What?”

“The army based at Camp Jupiter. What other army is there?”

“Jon. This-this is a big step. It’s a big commitment. It’s-”

“One year of probation and three years of service before I can leave. I know. I’ve been talking with Lavinia Asimov for a few weeks. The fifth cohort has an open spot for me.”

A small smile makes its way to Percy’s mouth. The fifth cohort of the 12th legion was Percy’s alma mater, as well as Jason’s, Hazel’s, and Frank’s (Hazel’s Boyfriend). Thalia and Annabeth had gone into the first cohort of the 3rd Legion, while Bianca had into the 2nd cohort of the 7th Legion. “So that’s why you’re always talking to her after the senate meetings.”

“Yup.”

Percy signs, as we had been talking, he’d made his way up the beach to sit next to me. “It’ll be quiet here again, with you being gone.”

I roll my eyes. “Please, Grover’s here half the time and I know Annabeth sleeps over at least three nights a week.”

Percy rolls his eyes this time. “You’ll probably have to leave the island in the future, possibly go to Westeros. You prepared for that?”

No. “Yes.” Percy gives me a knowing look. “I’ll deal. I didn’t plan on staying here forever.”

“You’ll have to learn more than just martial abilities. The Legions run almost all of our trade, they find and rescue almost 75% of the new demigods.��

“I know, I think that’s why Reyna and Lavinia pushed for my assignment into the 12th Legion. They’re part of the Westerosi group.” The Legions were split up by areas. The 1st-3rd Legions didn’t leave New Greco-Roma, they were always ready in case of an invasion. The 4th legion watched over upper Andalos, dealing with Bravvos, Lorath, Norvos, and Pentos. The 5th legion dealt with lower Andalos; Tyrosh, Myr, and Lys. The 6th Legion watched over Qarth, Great Moraq, Yi Ti, and the Shadowlands. The 7th Legion often found themselves dealing with the Dothraki in the Red Waste, or the Dothraki Seas, as well as Qohor on occasion. The 8th legion worked in Slaver’s Bay, having to venture into the cities of Meereen, Astapor, or Yunkai. The 9th legion worked in the Gulf of Grief, the Ghisar peninsula, Sothoryos, and the summer islands The 10th-12th Legion worked with Westeros. The 10th legions, almost exclusively dealt with the western part of Westeros, the Iron Islands, the Westerlands, and the Reach. The 11th Legion had staked a claim on the North, Riverlands, and the Vale. The 12th Legion took care of Dorne, the Stormlands, and the Crownlands.

“Why not the 11th legion? They work with the North.”

“As well as the Riverlands and the Vale. I thought about it, honestly, that was the reason it’s taken so long for me to officially decide. Northerns are pretty noticeable outside the North. But, I’m starting to lose the accent, plus I won’t wear my furs and leathers.” Northerns were notorious for wearing their furs and leathers even at the height of summer in the south.

“Lose the constantly black clothing. You look more door and broody, makes you look more like Ned Stark, the hair helps though.”

Yes, my hair, which was down to my shoulders and currently braided behind me. “It does. I might have to leave Ghost though, a direwolf would give me away instantly.”

“He would.”

“I’ve been thinking I’ll just let him roam when I’m not here. He already visits whichever cabin he wants.”

“Remember when the Aphrodite kids dyed him pink?”

The laugh rips through me instantly. “He didn’t mind it, I was surprised.” He had been much more noticeable though.

“I’ll keep an eye on him.”

“Thanks.”

“You’ll stay safe, right?”

“No, I plan to die my first night out.”

“Jon.”

“I’ll stay safe.”

“Thank you.”

“Didn’t you serve for like, 5 years? Like, you just got out?”

“Alright, yes, I did, but like every year Annabeth, Grover, and I had to go on a solo quest. I only spent like ½ of my time with our Legions.”

“It’ll be fine. I can’t keep sitting around here waiting for something to happen.”

“You’re only 13.”

“And you were 12.”

“Stop worrying.”

“No.”

I huff. “So, the Athenian cabin for dinner again?”

“Unless you want to cook.”

“Not a chance.”

Percy pushes himself up. “I’m grabbing a shirt, then we can head out.”

“You know,” I holler after Percy, “You might as well move into the Athenian Cabin when I leave, you spend all of your time there anyways!”

“I think Athena might smite me if I try to stay there.”

I nod after a second, “Ya, she probably would.”

“Alright, Soldiers! Attention!” the 37 people before him all stood up and straightened. “We have a new recruit with us today, Jon Snow.” Lavinia grabs everyone's attention. “He’ll be joining us as a probatio member. I’ll be representing him until he earns his legionnaire status. Now, don’t get too comfortable everyone, we leave for Westeros in days. We’ll be gone for about 6 months. Make sure to pack accordingly. Cohort dismissed!”

Lavinia patted him on the shoulder before turning out the door. Jon’s grip on his knapsack tightens as he looks for an open bed. “Over here!”

Jon moved over to the voice. It’s a decently tall boy, about Jon’s age, with grey eyes and thick black hair. He saw whipping dirt off a bull-shaped helmet. The boy looks up as Jon stops in front of him “Grendry Storm.” He holds out a hand.

He takes it. “Jon Snow.”

“Hope you don’t mind, but the only empty bunk here or on the ship is with me.”

“I don’t mind. Mind showing where the armory is though?”

“Sure. I’m there all the time.” He sets the helmet down.

“Hephastus?”

“Athena.”

“Oh, are you Annabeth’s new brother, the one that’s from King’s Landing?”

“Yup.”

“She mentioned you decided to join the army almost immediately.”

“Yeah, the cabin was a little too bookish for me. I’ve never done much reading.”

“Fair. Wish we had a few more siblings though. The Posideon cabin gets lonely sometimes.”

“Well,” Gendry lets a small smile form. “You can say goodbye to quiet for the next 4 years. It’s never quiet here, and you can never get alone time.”

“Anything else I should know?”

“I’m going to a get-to-together tomorrow, or a support group depending on the person. It’s for anyone who was a bastard in Westeros and found out they were a demigod. You’re welcome to come. We actually just got this other kid from the North last month, Lawrence Snow.”

“Lord Hornwood’s son, I know of him but we’ve never met.”

“Well, you’re welcome to come. We mostly drink some watered-down wine and complain about the injustices of the westerosi society and exchange gossip. You were a hot topic for a session or two.”

“Thanks.” The sarcasm is heavy.

“You're welcome,” Gendry smirks at me.

“I’ll think on it.”

“Sure,” Gendry stops. “The Armory is the building right up ahead. I’ve got to stop at the forge. Don’t forget about dinner at 6 tonight, if you don’t get there early, all the good stuff I’ll be taken.”

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fulcrum-agent · 7 years ago

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Prompt #15: Plateau

There was not enough time in a day.

In the suns following her first meeting with the Lion of Dalmasca, life had grown more and more fast-paced, leaving her little time to write her thoughts within the little tome her parents had sent out of Dalmasca with her, and it appeared that such would become much more intense in the coming suns, turns, and moons.

While the former Knight was not as she had been raised to believe, her arrival had rekindled the burning spirit that a Son of Dalmasca should have, the man throwing himself into direct work with the resistance almost with abandon. Although taking time, the years were falling from the nobleman, and while his vices were rather ingrained at this point, he was gaining better acknowledgement of when there was time for such distractions.

She had never expected the cell within Eorzea to expand so expediently, with first the Ala Mhigan Raen somewhat passively assisting their cause, before formally joining their ranks. The Lion began devising a strategy where the company would be a front for their operation, with the truest goals of the organisation lying along those she had always striven for.

Over the All Saints' Wake festivities, she had met Rhyan and his friend Kieran, who led her to the Drunken Moogle, where she found Jon. When the man in the Moonfire shirt introduced himself, she hadn't the faintest idea that he would take interest in her cause, and even less idea that he would take interest in her personally; not in the wanton manner that it seemed other Eorzeans had thus far, but more genuine interest. At first, she suspected a similarity to the interest that Rhyan held, yet such was rather at once proven to be the beginnings of Jon's interest.

It was upon meeting Jon that the whirlwind of her life began to spin full tilt, and almost as abruptly as unfamiliar overtures began, she found she was conflicted by the strange feelings that were forming, feelings that clashed against her sense of duty to her kingdom. Somehow, the Blitzball player was a calming influence upon her, soothing over the fierceness she had acquired while trying to survive conscription. Nearly a turn after meeting him, she was finding that she wished for him to be around her more and more.

Both Jon's dedication to her, and to the cause of her people, formed the basis of the past two or three suns, his presence revealing more than she had expected to in such a short time. Where it not for his involvement with the resistance, nor for his want to pledge himself to be one of the Royal Guard, it was like that the discovery of the Lion's sensitivity to the relic she used as a weapon would have come at the moment when least favourable - during combat, a setting in which the Captain was often the focus of attention.

The incident had led to the fastest twists and turns of the cyclone that was becoming her life. She suspected that seeing an axe of the type that the Lion used being readied at her, its wielder charging her, and the sudden withdrawal of her weapon had deeply ingrained itself into the fresh knight's consciousness. The incident caused him to be disturbed with the Captain and led to the first night wherein he curled up beside her while the after-effects of the situation overcame her.

Since then, Jon was seldom found far from her, aside from when he was at his Blitz practices. Often displaying a disregard for any sort of formalities between the Guard and herself, the young knight would often hold her hand, rest a hand on her shoulder, or outright hold her, arm draped across her shoulders or wrapped around her waist. He showered her with attention, a kind of which she had never experienced before; it often caused her to flush, awkward insecurity rising each time he pressed against her boundaries.

He seldom attempted anything without her permission first, always doing his best to put her at ease before trying something new; the acuity at which he understood the fact that she was unfamiliar with a gentle touch, and his ability to find a way around it, often left her astounded. He would wait until she marginally startled when contact occurred, before offering another expansion of the boundaries.

And yet, it was this constant companionship that kept her from her writing. Part chronicle, part journal, part sketchbook, the tome was something she retreated into, leaving a record of what was occurring for others. Despite the Lion's insistence of reminding her to plan for life after the excision of the Empire, and despite Jon's requests to think of herself and her own happiness, she still staunchly believed that she would see the end of the occupation, yet not survive to experience the life after.

Leaving behind records, hiding the more sensitive aspects of events in the way that the resistance had taught her, assuring that unlike Beouvle, there would be an account of the truth behind the matter, even if others did their best to withhold it.

She would not become another Ramza.

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