Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson and the Olympian series or The Heroes of Olympus series. I also do not own any of the characters: demi-god, mortal or God (either Greek or Roman) who are in the either series. All rights belong to Rick Riordan and him only.

Author's Note: My story is similar to all the other stories of the characters reading the books, only hopefully better. Although some of these stories are badly written, hope people not only enjoy reading my stories but encourage people to buy the books so they can read for themselves like I have. Stories like these not only gave me something to enjoy but make me learn about the series when I had no way to get the books. I do not wish to offend anyone and do not mean to be rude but if you don't like don't read.

I do not intend to do short quick chapters, I want to write something with lots of conversation as well as arguments, romance and drama- I will give clues to what is going to happen as well. I'm going to start off with 1 or 2 chapters as a way to show you my writing style and get people used to the scene I am trying to set. Am happy for ideas, I'm not the kind of person who doesn't accept ideas and if names or pennames are left I will let readers know that the ideas are my own. I am quite excited for this story and will stay dedicated though I do hope people realise I do have a life outside of Fan fiction and will not be updating every day though nor am I the person to wait for weeks and weeks before I update and if I do I will let readers know in advance.

Chapter 1

To anyway who did not know about the world which was hidden by the mist but I would be impossible for any mortal to ever see this place.

Three elderly sat in a huge room next to what looked like a throne- a throne which look fit for a kind, mightier than the others, in some ways bigger, a place for ruler to sit. The ladies were elderly as if death was not too far away for them even though this would never happen. The three women were dressed in white robes, holing strings of thread. The room was dark, apart from a small fire which was lit in the middle of the room, making the three women looking somehow even more powerful in the light but also scary. It seemed a song was coming from the women- like someone humming a song which sounded both ancient and beautiful.

One of the women brought a pair of scissors up to cut a thread, sighing as she did so. I seemed like so many threads were being cut these days, lives were lived so short. A sigh also came from a young figure who had just appeared by the fire, tending the hearth by what looked like an iron staff. She also seemed saddened by the end of life. She spent a lot of time here and recently had seen lots of string cut, it had come depressing knowing so much anger was going to come from her family.

Walking over to the three ladies, the figure bowed slightly announcing their names

"Clotho, Lachesis, Atropos".

She looked at each one- their grey eyes looking up at the figure. The person was dressed in brown robes, a scarf covering her mousy brown hair. Her eyes looked like flames, though they did not look scary, but comforting and inviting.

"Hestia" the three said at once, greeting the God.

"So many death" she said sadly "who are they?"

"Many of them are half-bloods" "Such sadness" "Though it is fate" the three replied

"A sad fate" Hestia commented.

Did so many really have to die? Children of her family, her family. Half-bloods were sadly always killed at such as young age. It was rare to see many reach adulthood or even create a family of their own. Some were lucky, but these days it seemed the Fates were declaring another end to a life.

"A sad fate indeed, though these are the fate of the people because of how their lives are" Lachesis, the Fate of life commented pulling the thread on from Clotho, the fate of birth.

"But what can be done? Although it has never nor will it never be said, we all know the reason of so many deaths" Atropos said, snipping yet another thread. Atropos, the fate of Death had cut so many thread, though often it had become something which was done nearly daily. Half-bloods were being killed by angry Gods or monsters at such a young, most not even having the chance to become a Hero. Atropos had learnt to deal with the deaths, as fate could not be tampered with, but more deaths had happened, it seemed unnatural, not to mention unnecessary.

"There are so many reason, how can it be changed?" Hestia sighed, looking at the place of where a thread had just been cut.

"The Gods need to change their way for the beginning of any fate to be changed" Lachesis commented. People's fates were not as long, she would not have to knit for too long and then Atropos would have to end another life.

"We cannot change or tamper Fate!" Atropos hissed "Once a life has been ended, it is done!"

"But it so sad seeing so many births to see them ended so quickly, if we could change the ways of the Gods, maybe…" Clotho said, the words getting faster and faster, trying to get them out as if someone would punish her for saying anything at all.

"As sad as it is, when will this happen, the Gods rarely change their ways when will it happen, 100 years, 1000?" Atropos hissed, glaring at her sister.

During this time Lachesis continued to hold a piece of thread. Inch by inch passing through her fingers. The thread she was holding onto at that moment had lasted a while, she kept passing the thread through her fingers, becoming aware she was holding the thread of a hero's life, someone who would change the ways of the Gods, though it would be too late for some.

"This fate seems as if it will be a hero" she piped up, she knew immediately it would be years before the fate would end, she would be holding the thread for this person, a hero for years.

"A child of Poseidon will change the minds of the Gods, though too late for some," voicing her thoughts.

"Poseidon" both Atropos and Hestia voiced. "One of the three, the child will not live too long, too powerful and boastful, none of them live too long" Atropos sighed holding her scissors as if she was preparing to cut yet another fate.

"That one, I remember starting that two years ago, nearly three, he seemed special" Clotho mentioned.

"A fate which will soon be ended" Atropos sighed. Hestia shook her head. Her brother would be devastated. She knew that unlike Zeus or Hades, Poseidon would be truly hurt by the death of a child, he always had been. Zeus had always reacted as if it was unfortunate and Hades thought of it as normal, people die, and as the God of the Underworld, Death was an everyday occurrence. She was not surprised about the broken oath, nor would she be surprised by the Zeus.

"This one is a hero, who will change the Olympians, I already foresee. Happier lives shall be lived and even possibly longer." Lachesis told her sisters and the other God.

"Really" Hestia said hopefully, if people were happier, her family would be happier. Olympus would feel like home to not only the Olympians but to all the people on Olympus.

"Less death" both Atropos and Clotho voiced.

"I foresee a good future, a good hero" Lachesis said "We could alter fate but only us. It should be done quickly and quietly."

"How much change?" Clotho wondered

"Enough" Lachesis smiled "For some the future had already passed, this hero has done good deeds to change the Gods and death can be avoided if the past knows."

"How?" Clotho questioned, her grey eyes focused on Lachesis.

"Books, in the sea God's point of view, to show his thoughts and how he has changed them." Atropos said, happier that she would not have to cut so many fates.

"They will how their ways affect others" Lachesis smiled, but then frowned "Though I see some in the future who do not understand the boy's ways and are growing confused or angry"

"Then maybe they should read to find out as well" Atropos concluded.

"Some are younger, they will see this hero was once like them" Lachesis, smiling at the thread she as knitting.

"So it will be done?" Hestia smiled

"So it will be done" the three repeated.

Wow! So much longer than I thought, but I wanted an opening chapter to explain my story and why I was doing this.

I will do my research to make sure it is factual. This chapter may be boring but is my opening and the reason why. Hope you like.

Girl with a Pink Flying Carpet