From Extinction to Glory

Disclaimer: I'm not taking ownership of any of the two series PJO or Game of Thrones. Those rights strictly to their authors.

Chapter 1

Ransacked, destroyed, and crumbling could only describe the long abandoned supposed castle of what is now known as The Whispers. Long destroyed and looted by the rebels aiding Robert's Rebellion. House Jackson the sole owner of the stronghold seemingly exterminated for the fear of their unwavering loyalty to House Targaryen. All males were castrated and killed after their unforeseen torture. The House no longer having a male heir. The halls of the castle full of moss and held a chilling coldness from the emptiness. The exquisite and elegant sapphire blue banners of House Jackson destroyed or torn to shreds.

Cracklaw Point seemingly impenetrable by the Crown's forces were left alone as they were forced to retreat due to their lack of reconnaissance of the vast cavernous hills, wetlands, and barrens of trees that hid the castles. The remaining Lords of Crackclaw Point were pardoned and even rewarded by forming alliances with the many families now in control of King's Landing.

The Last four heirs of the House were all females therefore their lineage would soon come to be extinct. Three of the four female heirs attempted to produce a male heir to lead their house to their past glories but unfortunately it wasn't to be. No lord would want to touch a Jackson lady or they would risk the wrath of King Robert Baratheon. That was all until the youngest of the four sisters was able to become pregnant all this without becoming betrothed to any Lord. A bastard perhaps, but it was much better than abandoning their strong lineage their past glories to be forgotten.

Sally Jackson and her other three sisters lied in wait as they were in one of the best inns near Purple Harbor in Braavos having fled the wrath of the New King. Sally had continuously told her sisters that she was neither raped nor forced to bear child. She had found a particular man near the edge of the peninsula in the narrow sea. Seemingly a fishermen as he piled fish among fish next to his side. Sally was unaccustomed to finding strangers during her walks near the narrow sea and decided to talk to the man. The man explained his story of seemingly being washed up to the shore of the peninsula and trying to hunt and fish for his next meal.

She had noticed how extremely handsome the fisherman was despite not wearing the most luxurious or expensive silky vestments. Instead the man wore a dirty tunic that had been once the color white. The way he spoke to her was with kindness and open heartedness. He had been the one to deflower her and she had never experienced something so romantic and pleasure filled in her entire life. She could feel his seed in her canal as it seemed to warm her to the core. He was never rough with her knowing that she would feel some ardor and pain from the beginning. She felt his rough and muscled arms as he came over her but softly and gently grasped her. They had laid near the shore of the narrow sea for a few hours before it was time for her to depart. However, as she got up she noticed that the man had disappeared which caused Sally great sadness.

"Push my lady. The boy is almost out." The maiden soothed Sally as she was going through the worst pain she had ever experienced in her entire life.

Sally knew something was wrong from the moment she had begun trying to give birth. She was cold and had an unnerving chill go through her spine despite her sweating as she continued to push trying to propel the baby from her wound.

Alas a cacophony of cries could be heard from the boisterous baby boy. A lump of black hair and the most astonishing sea green eyes looked at her as the boy seemingly calmed down as he was thrusted into his mother's arms.

"My little Perseus. My dear sweet Percy." Sally called him as the boy further nestled into his mother's tits.

The sisters although bound by blood to Sally seemingly looked at the boy with utter disgust. A bastard and a male. Something malign that can lay claim to the Jackson bloodline. Steal their wealth and perhaps destroy their glory. Or so they thought.

Sally recognizing the venom and envy in her sisters eyes banished them outside her comfortable room leaving only her maiden to assist her. Her maternal instincts taking over knowing she had to protect Percy from such envious beings.

She felt unnaturally tired and could feel death grasp her soul into its cold skeleton like hands. The maiden left Perseus on his mother as she fell into a deep slumber. A slumber she would never wake up from. Perseus was the last thing Sally gave to the world and that was the price of the Drowned god's gift. House Jackson had so eagerly prayed to every god the Old gods and the Faith of the Seven. The Drowned god the only deity to listen to their prayers. Such a gift requires the direst sacrifice….

Author's Note: So I have been reading some Crossovers between Percy Jackson and Game of Thrones and I've been enjoying them. It's been the only thing I've been doing these past few days.

I know some of the things I may have written may not be cannon but hey that's what fanfiction is for to create whatever reality you want to create in both these universes. I don't know I guess I wanted the story to be from a totally different perspective. I guess from a small faction instead of a larger faction or house. To be completely honest I don't even know if I want to keep going with this, I just wanted to write and publish something pertaining to the crossover. I guess it's up in the air.