BOOK TITLE: A Second Chance
SUMMERY: The Giant War has ended, but with many deaths. Percy Jackson, the only survivor of the seven, wishes for a Reset Button, to change the way things went, a second chance. The Fates were merciful for the demigod, granting his wish. Imagine his surprise when he woke up at the young age of twelve, in his old bedroom. The most surprising thing? Percy Jackson is now Persephone Jackson. Basically, Percy gets a chance to redo things but as a girl. Can be read as a oneshot. Probably will contain OCs (Original Characters) later on.
PARINGS: Female Percy/Luke
CHAPTER TITLE: A Request for The Fates
PERCY: played by Logen Lerman.
PERSEPHONE: played by Raffey Cassidy.
AN: Ok, I have read The Blood of Olympus (I actually cried a bit) and I have changed it greatly for this story to come into focus. Now, when Percy turns into Persephone, he will become more feminine, so he will not be a boy in a girls body. I'll try keep to the books while changing it at the same time, something I suck at. I assume that by the time the wars over, Percy will be 18. Just a guess. I hope you like it!
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THIRD PERSON POV, IN THE JACKSON-BOLFIS APARTMENT, 2015
The Giant War had ended, but at a great cost. Annabeth Chase, Piper McClean, Leo Valdez, Jason Grace, Hazel Levesque and Frank Zhang were dead. All of them were dead. Percy wasn't there when they died, he was facing Gaia, but somehow, Percy could feel when they died. Not in the way Nico Di'Angelo could, more like a piece of his heart was being crushed. It was a very painful feeling, but nothing could compare to the pain he felt when he found out that, yes, they were dead.
It was two weeks later, but Percy never healed. Sure, his wounds were mended, and physically he was great, but mentally he was as healthy as Gabe is a good husband, which wasn't good at all.
As Percy stood there at the window, thinking of the war, a star fell past the sky. Knowing it was childish and stupid, Percy closed his eyes, thinking, 'I wish there was a way to go back, I wish I could change the fate of my family, I wish this upon the Fates themselves.' Unknowing that there was a person who heard his wish, three people actually, Percy Jackson went to bed, closing his eyes and hoping for one more chance.
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THIRD PERSON POV, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SKY
Far away from the Jackson-Boldis apartment, three old ladies sat, thinking over what they just heard. One sat by a old spinning wheel, spinning what seemed to be dozens of thread at a time, this was Clotho, one sat close to Clotho, holding a long piece of paper in her hands with billions of names written on it, names disappearing, others appearing. Each name had a number beside them, the lady holding the paper was Lachesis. The final women held a pair of shears, snipping at the cords of string handed to her, glancing at the paper in Lachesis' hands occasionally. This was Atropos. (AN: This is how I imagine the Fates. It's not accurate of course, but still.)
They had just heard a wish from the Hero of Olympus himself, Percy Jackson, in fact, it could be called a prayer. They don't hear wishes often, barely at all actually, but because Percy Jackson's wish was not selfish or harmful to others and the fact he said, 'I wish this on the Fates themselves.' Helped them.
"I say we grant it." Clotho suddenly muttered, her sisters jumping slightly, not expecting her to talk. Clotho was usually the quiet one. "Grant what, sister?" Atropos questioned, stopping her job briefly to glance at the women. "The wish of course! Now, get back to work!" Lachesis snapped, glancing at the list, names had stopped disappearing on it. Atropos childishly stuck her tongue out at her sister before snapping the shears at six threads at the same time.
Lachesis sighed in relief as names began disappearing again. "But, Clotho, dear, does bring up a point. Percy Jackson, I must admit, is my favourite demigod after all. He always does escape us though. We must have cut his thread ten times now!" Lachesis said, throwing her hands in the air in annoyance, dropping the list.
"Which is why we must grant it. He is destined for greatness that even we cannot see. What if this is it? The moment we need the most." Clotho advised, Atropos nodding in agreement. Lachesis thought for a minute before glancing at the thread that was hanging on a pure gold hook. The thread started as beautiful sea green before mixing with ocean blue, there were holes decorating the thread, signs of Atropos trying, and failing, to cut the thread. Percy Jackson's thread.
The Fates did not know why the thread held more then one colour, usually it was the eye colour of the life holder, but this thread was strange so the sisters never worried about it. Lachesis stared at the thread, thinking hard, before finally, "Let's do it, then."
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THIRD PERSON POV, IN THE JACKSON APARTMENT, 2009
Sally Jackson just finished washing up and was sitting on the old worn couch waiting for her husband, Gabriel 'Gabe' Ugliano, to return from Poker Night. Sally sighed as she checked the clock, surprised to see it was already midnight and walked upstairs to her twelve year old son's bedroom. Percy should be asleep by now Sally thought as she heard a loud thump! come from the room.
"Percy?" Sally asked, entering the room. "Mum?" A slightly high pitched voice questioned. Sally gasped at the person she saw. It was a young twelve year old girl with long brown – almost black – hair, a cute button nose and bright ocean blue eyes glancing at her through thick lashes. "Who are you? Where's my son?!" Sally demanded, looking around the room for her son. "Mum, it's me! Perseus Achilles Jackson!" The girl looked so surprised and confused that Sally knew she was telling the truth.
"Percy?" The girl nodded. "Um, honey, you may want to look in the mirror…" Sally advised moving out of the way of the wall mirror Gabe had put in the room, claiming, "I must see my beauty everywhere!"
The girl looked even more confused before getting up and slowly edging towards the mirror. Sally noticed that she was in a sort of stance, as if preparing to fight. "WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?!"
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THIRD PERSON POV, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SKY
"Well, that didn't go as it was supposed to" Atropos commented as the Fates watched Sally console her son-turned-daughter. "You're telling me! That was a disaster!" Lachesis yelled. Clotho however, looked over at the Jackson boy-turned-girl's thread. "It does explain the blue in her thread." The spinner stated, making the two look at the thread. "So we were supposed to send her back." Lachesis breathed. The other two nodded.
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Meanwhile, on Earth, Sally Jackson watched as Perseus – now Persephone – showed an impressive display of mist-work, twisting everything to accommodate the fact she was now a girl. School reports, pictures, memories. Sally would have to go shopping with her daughter later. She only had boy's clothes after all, it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact Sally had always wanted to go shopping with her daughter. Now she had one, this wasn't so bad after all.
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AN: so how was it? Should I leave it as a oneshot and let you use your imagination or continue it? Let me know!
P.S. I will probably continue even if you say you don't want me too. I actually like this story line!