A/N (I recommend reading this): I'm going to MAKE THIS CLEAR. Just like I mention on my bio page about every other fanfiction I done: I DON'T OWN THE PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIAN SERIES OR IT'S CHARACTERS as the rights goes to Rick Rioran. Also I suggest you guys start paying attention to the Author notes and my warnings that I left on EVERY chapter of EVERY story.
Sorry if this chapter is too much like the book.
Due to the limited number of characters posted, I'm forced to post only the names of the characters telling their tales in this story. When I get to the House of Hades and Blood of Olympus, I'll list off the first four characters listed in the order they tell their tales. I'll post the pairings if the two of the four characters listed are a pair. Other than that, the Pairings stay the same for this story.
Jason x Piper
Percy x Annabeth
Frank x Hazel
Leo X Calypso
If you haven't figured it out, each of the members of the Prophecy of Seven practically has a position. Keep in mind in the original series Juno started this when she told Percy he was the glue that holds the group together, so I thought to give the rest a title. But no matter what title they have they still depend on each other. Titles will be added for some as the series continue
Jason: Leader of the Group
Piper: Peacekeeper
Leo: Mechanic, Admiral, and Seventh Wheel (by Nemesis)
Percy: Glue that holds everyone together
Hazel: Mist Manipulator
Frank: Muscles and Praetor
Annabeth: Battle Strategist and Consultant
Lastly I want to make clear that once 'The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus' is done I won't start immediately on 'The tales of...' version of the Trials of Apollo until that part of the Percy Jackson series is done. Just as I waited for the end of the Blood of Olympus to start 'The Tales of...' series. By waiting until that series ends, it might help me come up with something to add to it.
Warning: Certain ancient Greek names matches words use of foul language but no foul language was intentionally used. Also I dropped the '& the Olympians' in 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians' as well as replaced the '&' with ':' in the short stories of that part of the series. So if you haven't read them yet read before reading this story as stuff that happened in them will be mentioned:
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Early Adventures
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Lightning Thief
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Sea of Monsters
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Titan's Curse
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Magical Labyrinth
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Stolen Chariot
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Sword of Hades
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Bronze Dragon
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: The Last Olympian
The Tales of the Son of Poseidon: the Staff of Hermes
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Lost Hero
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Quest for Buford
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Son of Neptune
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Mark of Athena
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The House of Hades
Lastly, any one who wants to do a Demigods and Olympian reads story using 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon' is allowed as long as you inform me about it.
Full Summary of this chapter: With Reyna Calypso Nico and Hedge taking the Athena's Parthenos back to camp half-blood and the Argo II racing to Athens for the battle against the giants, its a race against time to save the world and both camps. The only problem is that Gaea is trying everything in her power to stop the one thing that could stop her plans and get the blood of a male and female demigod she needs to wake up. Told in the tales of Nico, Reyna, Piper, Leo, and Jason
The Tales of the Heroes of Olympus: The Blood of Olympus
Jason's POV Part I
I hated being old.
My joints hurt. My legs shook. As I tried to climb the hill, my lungs rattled like a box of rocks.
I couldn't see my face, thank goodness, but my fingers were gnarled and bony. Bulging blue veins webbed the back of my hands.
I even had that old man smell—mothballs and chicken soup. How was that possible? I'd gone from sixteen to seventy-five in a matter of seconds, but the old man smell happened instantly, like boom. Congratulations! You stink!
"We're almost there," Piper smiled at me. "You're doing great."
Easy for her to say. Piper and Annabeth were disguised as lovely Greek serving maidens. Even in their white sleeveless gowns and laced sandals, they had no trouble navigating the rocky path.
Piper's dark hair as pinned up in a braided spiral. Silver bracelets adorn her arms. She resembled an ancient statue of her mom, Aphrodite, which I found a little intimidating.
Dating a beautiful girl was nerve-racking enough. Dating a girl whose mom was the goddess of love… well, I was always afraid I'd do something unromantic, and Piper's mom would frown down from Mount Olympus and changed me into a feral hog. It doesn't help that I know that Aphrodite isn't affected by the war between Greeks and Romans.
Jason glanced uphill. The summit as still a hundred yards above.
"Worst idea ever," I leaned against a cedar tree and wiped my forehead. "Hazel's and Percy's magic too good. If I have to fight I'll be useless."
"It won't come to that," Annabeth promised. She looked uncomfortable in her serving-maiden outfit. It was clear that she normally doesn't wear dresses. She kept hunching her shoulders to keep the dress from slipping. Her pinned-up blond bun had come undone in the back and her hair dangled like long spider legs. Knowing her hatred of spiders, I decided not to mention that.
"We infiltrate the palace," she said. "We get the information we need, and we get out."
Piper sat down her amphora, the tall ceramic wine jar in which her sword was hidden. "We can rest for a second. Catch your breath, Jason."
From her waist cord hung her cornucopia—the magical horn of plenty. Tucked somewhere in the folds of her dress was her knife, Katoptris. Piper didn't look dangerous, but if the need arose, she could dual-wield celestial bronze blades or shoot her enemies in the face with ripe mangoes.
Annabeth—who was now the oldest of the crew at seventeen (only older than her boyfriend by a month and six days)—slung her own amphora off her shoulders. She too had a conceal her drakon tooth sword and Celestial bronze knife, as well as her well hidden backpack containing her Daedalus Laptop that she and Leo somehow connected with the Archimedes sphere so she could send a quick message if needed or in case either of them as lost and as long as one of them has the laptop or the sphere they can locate each other through a similar method Leo use to locate his second sphere.
If those weren't scary enough, she and her boyfriend Percy Jackson has a pet spactus named Small Bob on the Argo II that those two somehow befriended in Tartarus, who at first may seem like a sweet gentle callico kitten that wouldn't hurt a fly, but if you threaten those it cares about, it turns into what Percy calls a full grown Saber tooth Spactus Tiger.
But even without her deadly weapons, and Small Bob wasn't scary enough, Annabeth looked deadly. Her stormy gray eyes scanned the surroundings, alert for any threat. If any dude asked Annabeth for a drink, I figured she was more likely to kick the guy in the bifurcum.
I tried to steady my breathing.
Below us, Afales Bay glittered, the water so blue it might've been dyed with food coloring. I should know. I see my surrogate brother and Annabeth's boyfriend Percy eat enough blue food to recognized it. A few hundred yards off shore, the Argo II rested anchor. Its white sails looked no bigger than a postage stamps, its ninety oars like toothpick. I imagined his friends on deck following my progress on Leo's magical-mechanical mirror shield, trying not to laugh as they watched Grandpa Jason hobble uphill.
Why did Leo had to invent that shield?
"Stupid Ithica," he muttered.
He supposed the island was pretty enough. A spine of frosted hills twisted down its center. Chalky white slopes plunged into the sea. Inlets formed rocky beaches and harbors where red-roofed houses and white stucco churches nestled against the shoreline.
The hills were dotted with poppies, crocuses, and wild cherry trees. The breeze smelled of blooming myrtle. All very nice—except the temperature was about a hundred and five degrees. The air was as steamy as a Roman bathhouse.
It would've been easy for me to control the winds and fly to the top of the hill, but nooo. For the sake of stealth, I had to struggle along as an old dude with bad knees and chicken-soup stink.
I thought about my last climb, two weeks ago, when Hazel and I faced the bandit Sciron on the cliffs of Croatia. At least then I had been at full strength. What we were about to face would be much worse than a bandit.
"You sure this is the right hill?" he asked. "Seems kind of—I don't know—quite."
Piper studied the ridgeline. Braided in her hair was a bright blue harpy feather—a souvenir from last night's attack. The feather didn't exactly go with her disguise, but Piper had earned it, defeating an entire flock of demon chicken ladies by herself while she was on duty. She downplayed the accomplishment, but I could tell she felt good about it. The feather as a reminder that she wasn't the same girl she'd been last winter, when we'd first arrived at Camp Half-Blood.
"The ruins are up there," she promised. "I saw them in Katoptris blade and Leo confirmed it in his shield. And you heard what Hazel said. The biggest—"
"The biggest gathering of evil spirits I've ever sensed," I recalled. "Yeah, sounds awesome."
After battling through the underground temple of Hades, the last thing I wanted was to deal with more evil spirits. But the fate of the quest was at stake. The crew of the Argo II had a big decision to make. Even with Bob the Titan's final oath could be An oath to keep with final breath, if our decision is wrong, we would fail, and the entire world would be destroyed.
Piper's blade, Hazel's magical senses, Leo's shield, and Annabeth's instincts all agreed—the answer lay here in Ithica, at the ancient palace of Odysseus, where a horde of evil spirits had gathered to wait Gaea's orders. The plan was to sneak among them, learn what was going on, and decide the best course of action. Then get out, preferably alive.
Annabeth readjusted her golden belt. "I hope the suitors don't see through our disguises. They were nasty customers when they were alive."
"But that's why Percy and Hazel combine their magic over the Mist right?" Piper asked. "Too make sure we're not caught."
Annabeth nodded but I couldn't help but agree with what Annabeth said earlier.
The suitors: a hundred of the greediest, evilest cutthroats who'd ever lived. When Odysseus, the Greek king of Ithaca, went missing after the Trojan War, this mob of B-list princes had invaded his palace and refused to leave, each one hoping to marry Queen Penelope and take over the kingdom. Odysseus managed to return in secret and slaughter all of them—your basically happy homecoming. But if Piper's visions were right, the suitors were now back, haunting the place where they'd died.
I couldn't believe I was about to visit the actual palace of Odysseus—one of the most famous Greek heroes of all time. Then again, this hole quest had been one mind-blowing event after another. Annabeth herself had just come back from the eternal abyss of Tartarus. Given that, I decided maybe I shouldn't complain about being an old man.
"Well…" I steadied myself with my walking stick. "If I look as old as I feel, then my disguise must be perfect. Let's get going."
As we climbed, sweat trickled down my neck. My calves ached. Despite the heat, I began to shiver. And try as I might, I couldn't stop thinking about my recent dreams.
Ever since the House of Hades, the dream visions gotten more vivid.
Sometimes I stood in the underground temple of Epirus, the giant Clytius looming over me, speaking in a chorus of disembodied voices: It took all of you together to defeat me. What will you do when the Earth Mother opens her eyes?
Other times I found myself at the crest of Half-Blood Hill. Gaea the Earth Mother rose from the ground—a swirling figure of soil, leaves, and stones.
Poor child. Her voice resonated across the landscape, shaking the bedrock underneath my feet. Your father is first among the gods, yet you are always second best—to your Roman comrades, to your Greek friends, even to your family. How will you prove yourself?
My worst dreams started in the courtyard of the Sonoma Wolf House. Before I stood the goddess Juno, glowing with the radiance of molten silver.
Your life belongs to me, her voice thundered. An appeasement from Zeus.
I knew I shouldn't look, but I couldn't close my eyes this time as Juno went supernova, revealing her true godly form. Pain seared my mind. My body burned away in layers like an onion.
The scene changed. I was still at the Wolf House, but now I was a little boy—no more than two years old. Thalia had left to get our lunch from the car as a woman knelt before me, her lemony scent so familiar. Her features were watery and indistinct, but I knew her voice: bright and brittle, like the thinnest later of ice over a fast stream.
I will be back for you, dearest, she said. I will see you soon.
Every time I woke up from that nightmare, my face was beaded with sweat. My eyes stung with tears.
Nico di Angelo had warned us: the House of Hades would stir our worst memories, make them see things and hear things from the past. Our ghosts would become restless.
I had hoped that particular ghost would stay away, but every night the dream got worse. Now I was climbing to the ruins of a palace where an army of ghosts had gathered.
That doesn't mean she'll be there, I told myself.
But my hands wouldn't stop trembling. Every step seemed harder than the last.
"Almost there," I said. "Let's—"
BOOM! The hillside rumbled. Somewhere over the ridge, a crowd roared in approval, like spectators in a coliseum. The sound made my skin crawl. Not so long ago. Percy and I fought for our lives in the Roman Colosseum before a cheering ghostly audience. I wasn't anxious to repeat the experience. A battle we wouldn't have won if it wasn't for Percy's improvise idea of a strategy he and Thalia used once.
"What was that explosion?" I wondered.
"Don't know," I said. "But it sounds like we're having fun. Let's go make some dead friends."