User:Jack Firesword

Hello I am Jack Firesword an english demi-god/demi-titan.

Weapons:

He carries new wepons including; a adamantite (pronounsed the same way as anamite) sword, 2 adamant steel daggers, a adamantite spear & an adamant steel hatchet.

magical metals:

Adamant steel = very powerfull, rare and extremely lightweight

Adamantite = extremely powerfull, very, very rare and extremely lightweight glows a mystical light green (can kill mortals)

godly parent:

Helios

abilities:

Pyrokinesis,

Photokinesis, thermokinesis,

geo-thermokinesis,

Pryogenesis,

thermogenesis,

Photogenesis,

Atmokinesis,

Blessing of the gods (he was blessed by the gods allowing him to access all of these powers (power over every gods domain): Kinesis, Electrokinesis, Hypnokinesis, Umbrakinesis, Shadow Travel, Technokinesis, Aerokinesis,Hydrokinesis, Chlorokinesis, Charmspeak, Necromancy, Mystiokinesis, Geokinesis, Cryokinesis, Mechanical Aptitude and strangely enough Chronokinesis plus genesis, electroenesis, Hydrogenesis, Hypnogenesis, Umbragenesis, Aerogenesis, Atmogenesis, Chlorogenesis, Cryogenesis)

He can travel at the speed of light (but it is extremely difficult),

Curse of Achilles,

He can turn himself and others invisible (but it is very difficult),

He is an extremely good fighter,

He is a great archer,

superhuman strength,

good eyesight

and heat resistance.

The truth:

I am not really Jack Firesword although I did invent him, I am actualy a big fan of Rick Riordans books I have all of the: perecy jackson series, the cane cronicals series and the heros of olympus series, I wish no one to tamper with this page and leave it as you found it.

P.S. I despise the films & he is definitely one of the most powerful and probably the the most powerful.

Jack Firesword 12:54, March 30, 2012 (UTC)

 Stories: 

 The child of the sun: 

 Chapter one the prisoners cave

 Jack walked down the gloomy country lane, his messy, slightly curly, lightish brown hair blew around in the wind. his golden eyes flashed in the moonlight. He was wearing a turquoise green t-shirt, a plain red hoody worn with the zip down, dark blue jeans and a pair of navy blue and white sneakers. He had a belt with two sheathed daggers and a wooden handled hatchet with a steel blade hanging off of it, on his back he had yet another sheath and a leather strap holding a spear with a steel shaft and a glowing green metal tip. In the sheath was a sword with a steel handle and a glowing green blade, on this same blade the word aithôn was written. He was on long island, New York.

 There was a hissing sound coming from behind him but he ignored it and carried on walking.The hissing  kept getting louder, Jack carried on ignoring it in his mind he wanted to just turn around an slice the Amphisbaena (2 legged, 2 headed snake) in two, but he know it would just keep coming back. It had never happened with any of the other monsters he had slain. They had just crumbled to piles of sand or into nothingness. but something had changed, well something had changed the day he had woken up in an alleyway in San Francisco without a clue who he was. with nothing but the things he was wearing. And then had a dream about a talking candle flame and then been attacked by a load of monsters (emphasis on the word monsters!) plus he woke up in america which he was sure was wrong since he had a english accent. Jack was getting annoyed with the hissing so he turned around and sliced the Amphisbaena down its spine with his glowing green sword and walked on into the darkness.

 He arrived at the massive pine tree at dawn and looked down into the valley of camp half blood.

 Jack was about to step forwards but at that moment he felt a searing pain in his back, the pain quickly spread to his head and then all over his body. It was like somebody was ripping out his soul, like there were red hot pokers burning his insides. He was on fire - he fell to the ground, he tried to turn his head but he could not even move his fingers, he was paralysed with both poison and fear. He tried to scream but his lips were glued shut, suddenly his eyes rolled back into his head and the Hydra could feast...

 Jack Firesword awoke with a start. At first he thought he was dead but then he realised he was in a small rectangular room with a bed, and a orange plastic bucket. The door was small and made of stainless steel with an iron grate in the middle. He walked up to the door and tried the rusty bronze handle, it was locked. He reached out for one of his trusty daggers to find it was gone, so were his sword, spear, hatchet and his other dagger.

 a few hours had passed when suddenly The door flew open and a Cyclops wearing baggy jeans and a grey trench coat walked in. Jack backed up against the far wall, he silently thought that it looked far too like the overgrown beast that he had slain in san francisco bay 9 days before. Jack suddenly had a burst of braveness so he rushed forwards sliding underneath the creatures oversized legs and stealing his bronze dagger which was stowed conveniently in the back pocket of the Cyclopses jeans. Jack found himself in large cave, on every side there were large metal doors like from the one in which he had come through - each were guarded by a Cyclops each looking more scary and hideous than the last. On seeing a faint light at the end of a long tunnel coming off out the of the cave. It looked like sunlight so he started to dash down it. A dozen cyclopses tried to stop him but he just sliced at them with the dagger and they crumbled into sand. Jack reached the source of the light and found it was not sunlight but a lamp standing on a bedside table, but there was no bed, but a door. Jack reached out for the handle of the door and found it was unlocked. He walked into a damp brightly lit room finding himself facing not a cyclops but a Laestrgonian giant.

 He cried out and stabbed it with his newly found dagger, it crumbled into dust, behind it sat a woman. Not a particularly strange woman, in fact the only strange thing about her was that she was a horse from the waist down and was shackled by wrought iron chains. Jack had a surprised look on his face, then he said. “You’re a centaur!”

 “Why yes I am.” she replied.

 “How did I not die?”

 “Because I killed the Hydra”

 “The Hydra???”

 “Yes the Hydra.”

 “Where are we?”

 “In a cave.”

 “In a cave where?’

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “No idea, but I do know where our weapons are and the way out.”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> Jack turned to leave, hesitated then turned back around to face the centaur and said. “Whats your name?”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “Chariclo, yours?”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “Jack Firesword.”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> Jack raised his dagger and attempted to cut through the chains. The only problem was that his dagger shattered into a oblivion when it touched the metal leaving only the handle remaining. He tossed it aside and tried ripping it apart, he ceased this when he felt like his hand was being roasted. He tried again, this time he did not stop when his hand started to cook but carried on pulling at the chains until they snapped freeing Chariclo. Jack looked down at his hands, he had no mark that he had ever burnt them, which was weird. Chariclo started talking. “We should start moving, the cyclopes you didn’t kill will have called for backup by now.”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “You lead the way.” He sighed.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> Chariclo led the way out of the room, down the dark, damp tunnel, into the room with all of the prison cell doors, where all the cyclopes had disappeared to get backup, and down another badly lit tunnel. She opened the metal door and inside was what she had promised him: his weapons, a dozen more weapons of all shapes and sizes, amour, plus the way out. Jack reached out and grabbed his two daggers, his hatchet, his spear and his sword, plus just in case he grabbed a crossbow, a iron dagger and a gold roman gladius.”Good choice of weapons, those two.” She indicated to his sword and spear.”Are made of adamantite, the most powerful known magical metal, it’s very rare and can kill heros, mortals plus it can banish monsters to the underworld for much longer than normal”. And those three.” He indicated to the two steel daggers and the hatchet.”Are made of adamant steel, a magical metal quite a bit more powerful than Stygain iron, which brings us to that other dagger which is made of the very stuff.”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “what about this gladius.” Jack asked her.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “I am not sure but I think it is some sort of magical metal.”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “Doesn’t matter... let’s get out of here”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> Chariclo agreed with him, so they left the cave.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 36.0px Helvetica"> Chapter two Lets play with fire

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> Chariclo led the way through a moon lit valley with grassy hills and small shrubs dispersed randomly around the place. Jack had a strange feeling about this place, but he kept quiet until just couldn’t wait to ask about how the cyclopes had got him.”They captured us moments after I had slain the hydra and tried to pull you over the boundary-line but you just wouldn’t budge, allowing time for the cyclopes to get us.” She replied calmly when he asked her.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “But why were you there in the first place?”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “I was meeting my husband, Chiron.”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “Chiron? The centaur who trained Jason and Achilles?”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “Yes, but more importantly why were you there?” She said in an accusing voice. “I had a dream in which a flame spoke to me, it told me to go there.”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “Look out for any monsters, its surprising that none have found us yet, with you being the son of Helios.”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “The son of who?”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “Helios, the titan god of the sun.”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “Wait the greek gods are real?”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “Of corse!”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “So I’m a Demi-god?”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “well more of a Demi-titan.”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “How do you know this?”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “you bear the mark of Helios - you a able to control and produce: fire, heat and light, which is weird because Helios is faded - but I guess he’s come back like me, since I was dead.”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “You were dead???”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “Yep.”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “okay... I can make fire?”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “that is correct.”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> Jack held out his hand with the palm facing upwards and concentrated on making a flame appear. Suddenly a ragging torrent of fire rushed upwards burning the ground around him. Chariclo backed away so Jack focussed on shutting off the flame off. It responded to his command like it was an extra limb. She started to speak. “Could you not do that - you kept doing it when you were injured.”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “Sorry.” jack replied.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> They carried on walking on in silence until they reached a small cave sitting next to a even smaller stream. They set up camp in the cave rolling out a camp bed for jack and putting down some hay for Chariclo. Jack lit a fire with his newly found powers, he watched it flicker in the now brightly lit cave. As he drifted of to sleep he heard Chariclo snoring loudly...

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> Jack was standing on a very bright and hot object. He looked around him and saw another person standing very close to him, he would have looked like a normal person - he was young, appearing to look about 20-25 yeas old. He had a gleaming white smile and was wearing light blue jeans, a white t-shirt, white skate trainers and a bright yellow hoody. The only thing weird things about him were that he was radiating light like a light bulb (except 10 times brighter) and he looked very much like Jack except he had bright blond hair instead of the lightish brown colour which jack had. “Hello son!” He said in a an english accent very similar to Jacks accent. “Helios, you’re Helios!” Jack stuttered.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “Yes, but most people would not know that - ever since the backstabbing traitor Apollo stole my chariot and three of my wonderful horses! Oh and all of the gods allowed me to fade!”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “three horses? I thought there were four?”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “yes three horses! I’ve still got one - his name is Aithôn, he shares the name with your sword, it means ‘burning’, ‘blazing’, or ‘shining.”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “Where are we.”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “we are on the sun.”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “WHAT!!! And... on more important matters, who heck am I?”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “If I said that I think I would be thrown into Tartarus by the hands of Hera - the queen of the heavens, goddess of marriage and ...”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “I have two things to say to you. One: I know who Hera is and two: why would she throw you intoTartarus?”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> “I’ve said too much!”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> Jacks vision suddenly plummeted into darkness...

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Helvetica"> Apart from that particular dream Jack slept well that night. He awoke to see that Chariclo had made a spit and put a put a large fish on it. “Breakfasts ready. She called.

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