Legacy of Heroes Part 1: Resurgence

Hello, people! This is the sequel to my Percy Jackson/Throne of Glass x-over "The Royal Assassin and The Lost Hero". Will have a part 2 called Insurgence (no relations with the Divergent trilogy's own Insurgent).

Will be centered mostly on Bran. And this title has no relations with Independence Day: Resurgence.

Chapter 1: Children of Fire and Fate

It has been twenty years after the end of the Third Titan War. Erilea and Wendlyn have finally gotten used to their new lives and magic and science melding, all the way to the point where they had put out the "New" in every single place name. Dorian Haviliard, immortal King of Adarlan, claimed it was a little too unnecessary.

Overtime, the planet developed all kinds of new technology suited for the witch covens and the immortal Fae warriors, whether it was for military or cultural purposes, from wyvern space suits to powerful exosuits that look like they were taken from a mech anime.

Well, that can be expanded later. Besides, this story begins with the clanging of metal in the New Orynth palace gardens.

In the gardens, two people were shown sparring. One was a man in rugged black and red robes armed with a sword and the other was a woman in sleek white and red robes armed with a tomahawk.

These two were Brannon and Elise Galathynius Jackson, the two children of the immortal Queen of New Terrasen, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and the fallen assassin-hero demigod, Perseus Jackson.

Brannon, or Bran to his friends, is a buff and handsome young man (with Fae tattoos, mind you) who slightly resembles his father in a few ways. He has his mother's majestic blonde hair, and a mix of blue eyes with red irises. Bran, like his mother, is often brash, impulsive, and reckless, but he carries over the ideals of his father and runs on instinct in a fight.

Elise, on the other hand, bears bit of a resemblance to her mother. She has raven black hair and green eyes with gold irises. Unlike her older brother, Elise bases everything she does on logic and discipline, contrast to her mother's previous personality, and she tends to think about it a little too much.

"Come on, Brother! Can you keep up?" Elise taunted, dodging Bran's sword swings with relative ease.

"You gotta knock me down, Elise." Bran replied before charging with his sword, the infamous Fae sword Goldryn. The raven haired woman's mind was racing before doing a back handspring over the blade.

This time, she barely had time to block the next swing, and was disarmed of her tomahawk.

"Yield?" Bran asked her.

"Okay...I yield." Elise replied, but she suddenly goes low and sweeps Bran off his feet and kicks Goldryn out of his hands right as he hit the ground. She popped her pivot blade out.

"Well, now do YOU yield?" she asked, much to the blonde's chagrin.

"Fine. I yield." he muttered. "But, by your standards, I still won."

Elise laughed as she hoisted her brother up. "Of course, you did."

"Same trick, different days." Bran noted as he sheathed Goldryn while his sister took back her tomahawk.

"If I were you, brother, I would have seen that coming." Elise replied as the two siblings walked around the gardens.

"Is it time? After all, today's the day, right?" Bran asked, trying to change the subject a little.

"Oh yeah! We're officially going to be promoted to Master Assassins by Aunt Thalia!" she said excitedly, much to her brother's confusion.

"Uh...aside from that, Mother's coming back from her latest trip." he added.

"Oh yeah..." Elise awkwardly spoke the same two words a second time, but that didn't contain her excitement. "Well, that's going to be two events in one day!"

Meanwhile, somewhere in space...

Aelin Ashryver Galathynius sat in the lounge area of the Jackdaw Ultima, her husband's old ship, as she headed back to Terrasen with Jason and Piper, who were with her on her latest diplomatic mission. Thanks to the partial immortality her people were given, she retained her beauty as if it was still at its zenith. She was now wearing a full set of black leather armor and a hooded black and red cape. Damaris was on her back, like usual. Right now, the blonde demi-Fae laid back on the couch, drank rum, and patted Fleetfoot's head, who hasn't changed at all.

"We'll be back in Terrasen's airspace in about T minus five minutes and thirty seconds, Queen Aelin." Jason said through the intercom.

"Ugh, you know I hate formalities coming from you." Aelin called out, before Piper suddenly came out of the cockpit.

"Dorian can kiss my ass for trying to make me go to diplomatic missions. Next time, you're going alone." the irritated demi-Fae added.

Anyway, Piper looked the same, in her purple Assassin robes. Strapped in as equipment were a pivot blade, Katropis and a crossbow. Recently, she and Jason got engaged, so she has a golden ring with silver outlines on it.

"You okay? I could make you a snack." she offered.

"Piper, no." Aelin replied, not even bothered by her charmspeak. She had gotten pretty close to Piper compared to Jason, probably because she hangs out with Lysandra too much. "This day has been stressful and I really need a break from this diplomatic nonsense they put me into. This time, I'm spending time with my children for once."

"Speaking of Bran and Elise, don't forget that they're being promoted today." Piper added, rummaging through the refrigerator for something to drink.

Aelin sat up quickly and almost choked on the rum she had in her mouth.

"Damnit, I forgot." she muttered, wondering how she forgot about a big day for her two children. Truth be told, she barely had enough time to be with her children. Sadly for Aelin, to be a queen means your people matter ahead of time with your family, or at least that's how she saw it.

"Just don't have too much, or you'll be pissed drunk right as we arrive." Piper pointed out before going back to the cockpit with champagne.

Aelin didn't have to be reminded with charmspeak not to get drunk. Regardless, she couldn't wait to see Bran and Elise again. They were the only family she had left after Percy died.

Orynth Royal Palace...

"Okay, then let me ask you something, Bran." Elise said as the two stopped walking. "What's a king without a queen?"

The golden haired man's eyes shot up and he looked at his sister with his red ringed blue eyes in pure shock.

"By the Wyrd, Elise. What are you talking about now?" he asked her, but she just shrugged in reply.

"I don't know."

Bran sighed and scratched his head. Out of all the possible questions in Elise's head and that was the one she asked him?

"Father never called himself a king." he pointed out. Elise just huffed a bit.

"Well, technically, marrying a queen makes you a king." she replied. "And that's basic logic."

"No, don't care about that. Whoever I marry once I become king will have a choice whether to be called a queen or not." Bran said, fully asserting himself to what he was trying to say the first time.

"Heh. It's not too late to choose a man." Elise teased, irritating him even more.

"I am a straight guy who's into women and I will stay that way." Bran replied.

"Aww...you take your impulsiveness from Mother."

"Shut up, Elise."

"Prince Brannon! Princess Elise!" someone called out. The two turned around to see a guard running towards them with such haste that his gun and sword almost fell out of his belt. His visor looked so moist from the inside that he was clearly sweating from all the running. Now that they were in his voice range, he took a breather.

"Something wrong?" Bran asked.

"The Jackdaw Ultima has entered our airspace." the guard answered in between gasps and groans of exhaustion.

"Looks like Mother's back home." Elise said.

"Exactly my point."

Numerous soldiers, pilots, and many other crewmen scrambled in the Orynth Royal Airfield to await the return of the queen.

"Come on, look alive people!" General Aedion Ashryver, still the same guy like always, ordered. "Queen Aelin is coming home! Come on! Put your backs to it!"

His rambling clearly wasn't helping out at all. He had taken over Chaol's old job when he went back to Adarlan to serve Dorian as a general and be closer to his wife, a Southern immigrant and recently promoted Adarlanian general named Nesryn Faliq (Sorscha didn't care about him at all anyway). As a result, he was now the one wearing the green Terrasen soldier's armor. The Sword of Orynth was strapped onto his belt complete with a modified crossbow on his back.

"You know not all of them can hear you, right?" a female voice said from behind him. Aedion turned around to see Lysandra, wearing a red blouse, a long blue skirt, and matching shoes. Her long black hair was braided at the tail.

After Dorian and Manon got married, next was Aedion and Lysandra, but that wedding's mood was different, because Percy was already gone at that point. Regardless, they were married within the walls of Orynth.

"Hello, love." Aedion greeted his wife with a wave and a kiss. "You okay?"

"Fine, thank you." she replied. "Just can't wait to see Aelin again."

"She's going to kill Dorian the next time they meet."

"What are the chances Piper did most of the negotiating? Why didn't they just send her alone?"

"Dorian claimed it's experience for Aelin." Aedion explained.

"I wouldn't call that experience." Lysandra replied.

They couldn't talk with each other any further when a figure zoomed towards the airfield.

"She's here! Come on!" Aedion screamed again as everyone present continued to scramble. Lysandra just facepalmed and sighed in annoyance.

Regardless, he was pretty much right. The Jackdaw Ultima has just arrived. Soldiers were arranged according to their respective garrisons. There were about two large garrisons of soldiers defending the palace while the rest of Terrasen's army were stationed in other parts of the planet. Some are even stationed in space. The Chaotic Assassins remained independent from any control, but still serve the planet as specialized allies in a way. So, none of them were present in the airfield.

Well, none of that for now. The landing ramp opened and out came the queen herself, with Jason and Piper in tow. Everyone present saluted to her, even Aedion and Lysandra.

Aelin walked down the airfield in front of the many soldiers present until she reached the above couple.

"Welcome back, Your Majesty." Aedion said, bowing before his cousin. Lysandra, since she wasn't so formal, just hugged Aelin.

"Glad to have you home, Aelin." she said.

"It's great to be back home." Aelin replied.

"Piper did most of the work?" Lysandra asked her best friend.

"Piper did most of the work." she repeated as the latter daughter of Aphrodite greeted them.

"Speaking of which, where are Bran and Elise?" Aelin asked.

"Mother!" two pretty familiar voices called out.

She looked at the direction of the noises to see her two children running towards her before taking a breather in front of her. Aelin sighed, smiled, and embraced them both in one go. Bran and Elise replied eagerly by wrapping an arm each around their mother.

"Bran. Elise. It's good to see you two again." she said.

"Welcome back, Mother." Bran greeted when they stopped hugging.

"How's the trip?" Elise asked, but her brother raised an eyebrow at her. Aelin sighed at her daughter's curiosity.

"I expected it to be horrible, and I was right." she replied. "I should not have listened to Dorian's suggestion."

They all sighed while everyone else present went back to work, Aedion and Lysandra included. Aelin, meanwhile, walked back to the palace with her two children flanking her.

"I suppose you two are prepared to be promoted, right?" she asked them.

"As ready as I'll ever be!" Elise said.

"You're always ready, Sister." Bran added as Fleetfoot's head found his hand.

The ceremony for Master Assassin promotion wasn't much. It was fairly simple. All they had to do is walk down a crowd of Assassins and friends and family members alike, kneel before the Mentor, long cliche speech, knighting-style promotion, and a leap of faith to conclude the ceremony.

Even then, both of them clearly looked nervous. Their nerves were on edge and the hairs on their bodies were standing straight up, well, minus the hair on their heads. Elise saw Aelin in the crowd. Obviously, she wanted to make sure she and Bran didn't screw up in front of their mother.

"Elise, quit peeking out the door." Bran sighed. "You said it yourself that you're ready for this."

"Sorry, Bran." she muttered as she closed the door fully. "This is clearly more nerve wrecking than I thought. Let me think about this. You know, gather my thoughts."

"Just clear your mind of all that and just be part of the ceremony, Elise. It's that simple, even if I'm not at smart as you."

"Easy for you to say, Brother." she murmured. "I even saw Dillon Haviliard in the crowd for some reason."

Bran barely held back a chuckle. Basically, Dillon Haviliard was the son of Dorian Haviliard and his wife, Manon Blackbeak, the ashen haired leader of the witches who serve Adarlan. Crown Prince of his country, Dillon has his father's looks but with some of his mother's features, such as the pale skin, silvery hair, and gold eyes. And Elise has a HUGE crush on him, which Bran never knew about until he eavesdropped on his sister.

"Okay, let's do this..." Bran spoke before he embarrassed himself and his sister with all the stupid things he was about to say. He was right. The ceremony had officially started and music sounded. The two siblings maintained their composure and walked down the aisle together. Every time they walked past two Assassins in between them, those Assassins would salute Bran and Elise. The latter would try her best to not look at Dillon and she managed to hide her red cheeks by looking like she had zero care.

Finally, the two reached the current Mentor of the Chaotic Assassins succeeding their father, Thalia Grace. They kneeled in front of her as she made a speech.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the two initiates kneeling in front of me have accomplished so many things for not just this order, but also this planet as a whole. Their training as Master Assassins have officially been completed as a result of their strength, skill, and tenacity."

Aelin didn't bother to suppress the smile on her face as she stood in the same row as Aedion, Lysandra, Sorscha, and her parents. Thalia continued her speech.

"Now, Brannon, Elise," she continued as she picked up a ceremonial sword of British origin. She tapped the two on their shoulders with the sword before putting it down.

"-arise, for you two are now official Master Assassins."

They stood up in front of the daughter of Zeus, bowed, and turned to face the crowd. While the Assassins saluted them, everyone else burst into cheers. Bran didn't hold back the smile that was growing on his face and so did Elise.

"Now, it is time to truly conclude this ceremony."

The two siblings followed Thalia to the top of the Altair Exalta and saw a haystack at the bottom. Elise didn't bother looking back and made the Leap of Faith, landing safely in the haystack. Thalia stopped Bran before he made his leap.

"You may not be Mentor in the future," she started. "but you'll always be a Master Assassin to us, and surely, your father would be every bit as proud of you and Elise."

The blonde prince of Terrasen smiled. "I know. Thank you, Aunt Thalia."

She let go of Bran's arm and he made his Leap of Faith.

Later that night, Aelin took off her hooded cape and hung it on her bed.

Well, that bed, she used to share with Percy. That wasn't the only thing in the room that brought back some memories.

Riptide was still on its pedestal in the room. It never left the room, like at all. She glanced at it a bit as she changed clothes.

'Percy...' Aelin thought right as she finished. She had already switched to a plain red shirt and brown trousers. She was only going to be sleeping after all.

Then, it happened.

It was only an hour after she closed her eyes when she heard the sound of metal clanking. Aelin opened her eyes and surveyed her room. There was no one around. The doors to her bathroom and her miniature gym were closed. The queen just shrugged it off then went back to sleep.

Five seconds later, the sounds happened again. Aelin this time, shot up from her bed and grabbed Damaris. She set the sword ablaze in blue fire only to see...

Riptide, still on its pedestal, shaking,

like someone trying to wriggle free of their chains.

Aelin lowered her sword and slowly walked towards Riptide. She wanted to ask herself why the hell was it moving all by itself, but before she could, it disappeared.

Like, Riptide flashed away in a burst of light, leaving nothing but an empty pedestal.

When the same question came back to her mind, she remembered one night she had with Percy...

Flashback

It was one night in their bedroom. Bran had only been three weeks old at this point.

The couple was fast asleep, well, except for a scantily clad Aelin, in her red underwear, sort of hidden by the blanket they were using. She opened her eyes and they wandered to Riptide. She let out a loud groan, awaking her dear husband, Perseus Jackson.

"Aelin, what's wrong?" he asked her. He was facing the opposite side of the bed and now, he, in his black trousers, turned over to Aelin's direction and wrapped an arm around her.

"Has there ever been a time where you lost Riptide?" she asked him.

"No. Not really. It was enchanted to come back to me no matter what." Percy explained. "Well, unless I don't have any pockets."

Aelin suddenly felt his soft lips on her cheek. She just smiled.

"Go back to sleep, love. It's been quite a long day." Percy told her before he went back to sleep.

Aelin thought about that explanation. This time, she was so certain now. She was so hopeful now.

Percy might be alive.