Title: Pieces Of Time
Summary: To stand on Olympus was no feat for Percy Jackson, but to stand in the past in the Halls of the Gods is a whole different story. Equipped with his training, friends and books handed to him by The Fates; Percy must fix the past to save his future.
Rating: T, might go up in future chapters.
Pairing(s): Apollo/Percy, Annabeth/Percy(past), etc.
Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson.
This is my first time writing a story about Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Also, I'm going to add pairings as the story goes, you can give me suggestions about a pairing you would like me to add. Some characters may be OOC, and the ages will be changed slightly and other things.
While the world below heard the effects of the fighting above as natural storms, on Olympus you could hear it for what it was. Inside the massive throne room almost all the Gods were engaged in the heavy yelling, even Hades as it was currently the Winter Solstice. However over the millennia, the screaming and arguments were a normal, near everyday occurrence. Many of the goddesses attempted to calm the gods, lead by Hestia as usual.
Zeus, finally fed up with their behavior stood from his throne. "ENOUGH!" His voice carried through the room, swiftly gaining all attention. While some immediately silenced, others huffed and glared at him, reluctant to obey the command. "You all act like immature children!"
"Like you were not involved in this argument as well," Poseidon muttered under his breath, crossing his muscled arms across his armored chest. A smirk spread across his lips as he reclined on his throne, amused at the venomous glare his brother was giving him.
Zeus continued to glare at his brother for a moment longer, before letting out a sigh and easing himself back upon his own throne. He opened his mouth to speak when something abruptly caught his eye and made him pause. Immediately all the god and goddess jumped to their feet, preparing for whatever battle they maybe put into. The strange vortex-like object shining and swirling with colors seemingly innocent. The god and goddess watched with confusion as time ticked by, when a sudden blinding light expanded outwards causing the occupants to either look away, cover, close, or shield their eyes.
The light faded and the vortex vanished, as if it was never there, but leaving behind evidence that it was. The gods pointed their weapons at the five small figures standing in the center of the throne room, a few noticing the resemblances each had to themselves.
"Who are you?" The King of the Gods hissed, his Master Bolt ready to strike in a moments notice.
The first of the five to react to the situation was a boy, his shaggy black hair reaching his shoulder. He looked up at Zeus with large sea-green eyes, as the god studied him. The King God noted that the boy was on the short side reaching between 5'4 and 5'6, his build wasn't bulky but wasn't extremely petite either. Seemingly just the right build.
However the injuries he had is what caught the god attention.
His face was specked with small cuts on his face and arms, possibly other areas as well; the clothes he wore were covered in dirt and blood. Torn in places and revealing bruises.
Hera noticed how much her husband studied the boy and glared at him warningly, while Poseidon narrowed his eyes taking in the boy as well. He started to really notice how closely they resembled each other.
The boy cleared his throat watching Zeus with an expression between amused and annoyed, taking note of the gods' wandering eyes. "Ah, who we are can wait a bit. We were sent from the future to the past, 25 years into the past... to prevent some events from happening in our time." His voice was meshed between silky and husky.
"Who sent you?" Hades frowned, finally speaking, as he observed the 5 of them with cold eyes, finding it hard to believe what they were saying.
The other 4 watched the boy, obviously wondering if he was going to tell them himself. After a moment passed, they realized he wasn't and a satyr stepped forward; the gods were surprised because they had not noticed his presence. The satyr shuffled a bit next to the sea-eyed male before stuttering out the answer Hades wanted, "W-We were sent by... The Fates."
All the gods stiffened; The Fates...
"What is it that you were chosen to prevent?" Athena asked cautiously, her gray eyes analyzing them carefully.
"We can't tell you that," retorted another child. Athena's eyes turned to the owner of the voice, taking the appearance of the girl before her. The pixie haired girl stood protectively next to the first child. Her electric blue eyes standing out against her black hair. She was taller than her companion and Athena's eye narrowed at the silver bow and arrows she carried across her back. Like the others her clothing was torn and dirty, blood clearly visible against the silver jacket she wore.
"Why?" Artemis asked, her face a expressionless mask giving no indication of her thoughts. She knew by looking at the young woman that she was one of her own hunters, but kept impassive, though, it was a small surprise.
The girl looked at the Artemis and hesitated, but a glance from the boy made her look away from the goddess, feeling guilty.
"Because it was made clear to us by The Fates that we can't say anything," another boy cut in, his smooth voice sounding cold. Like the girl he stood close to the first boy in an almost protective manner. He was taller than everyone else with short black hair; his dark eyes tiredly regarded them. By looking at him you could see his clothes slightly more in disarray than the company she stood with.
Artemis scowled and huffed in irritation but didn't press any further.
"Do you have any proof, for us to believe your word?" Zeus demanded, his grip on the Master Bolt never wavering.
"Of course." Zeus turned and looked at the final child. Her gray eyes glancing around the room, calculating plans in her curly blond head. She hunched slightly to pull out a letter from her pocket, straitened to her 5'9 height and tentatively handed the letter to the god.
Zeus looked at the letter and read it out loud:
"Olympians,
standing before you are five children we have sent from the future, to your current time. To prevent a tragic event from taking place they will read to you from the books they carry to inform you of what is to come.
Under no circumstances can they reveal to you on their own, only the books can say what they can not. They are important to the future so you can not harm or kill them, you must heed them.
The Fates."
There was a silence for a moment, the gods were curious to the future now. Zeus folded the letter and gazed down to the small group and sighed. "Very well, we have your proof. Now state your names and ages, may as well have your introduction now."
The small group glanced at each other, then nodded.
The satyr took a shaky breath, being the first to introduce himself. "I'm Grover Underwood, Lord of the Wild. I'm 35 years old."
Some of the gods raised their eyebrows at that.
The gray eyed child was next to speak. "I am Annabeth Chase, Daughter of Athena, Architect of Olympus. I am 19 years old."
Athena froze in shock for a moment, before nodding with a faint smile. She felt proud that her daughter was the architect of Olympus.
The other girl of the group, reluctant to introduce herself, spoke up. "My name is Thalia Grace, Daughter of Zeus. Lieutenant of the Hunters of Artemis, I am 15 years old."
Artemis looked surprised. "What happened to Zoe?"
"I can't tell you for now, My Lady. I'm sorry," Thalia answered and bowed her head slightly while Artemis nodded, remembering about The Fates. But she hoped that nothing happened to Zoe, however, she knew that something did happened, she could tell from Thalia's expression. Artemis had a sad look on her face at her own thoughts.
Upon her revelation, some of the gods reeled in shock, while others looked unsurprised. They knew that it would only be time before he broke his oath. However Hera looked furious, her glare held her desire to kill both Thalia and Zeus. Thalia shifted uncomfortable under the weight of Hera's death glare, when she felt someone take her hand. She looked over to the sea-eyed boy and he smiled softly, reassuring her. She gave him a small smile back at the gesture of comfort.
A hand full of curious eyes watched the exchange, having noticed the small movement. However Apollo narrowed his eyes for a moment, then blinked, shaking his head slightly. Why he did that, he didn't know.
Hades looked at his brother, clearly upset at the situation. "Brother! You broke the oath!"
Zeus snapped himself out of shock and looked away, knowing he couldn't say anything.
The tallest dark-haired boy sighed, knowing it was time to introduce himself. He had been wondering about the reactions he would get from the gods, namely Zeus. "I am Nico di Angelo... Son of Hades and The Ghost King. I'm 15."
Zeus turned to his dark brother, his face furious. "You broke the oath too, brother!" he boomed in anger.
"I didn't. Nico was born before the oath was made," Hades replied coldly, glaring at Zeus hatefully. Then he frowned slightly, his son had changed a lot, he realized that was the reason he couldn't recognize Nico even though he looked familiar.
The sea-eyed boy stepped forwards, gaining the attention back to him. He was the first to speak but the last to introduce himself, so the question of who he was hung in the air. He watched each of the gods, shaking his head at their antics before locking eyes with them. "My name is Perseus Jackson, more known as Percy Jackson, Son of Poseidon... Hero of Olympus. I'm 19 years old."
"You look so young, though," Hermes murmured in shock, loud enough to break the silence. Then all hell broke loose, Hades and Zeus started screaming at Poseidon who ignored them. Percy just smirked at Hermes, tilting his head a bit. The other gods stayed silent for once, not knowing what to think.
Percy looked at his group, toying softly with a strand of his hair, letting go of Thalia's hand. "That went better than I expected." They looked torn between looking annoyed and looking amused, but they had a fond look on their faces.
The group hung idly as the arguments raged, and after a few long minutes Percy got the gods attentions. With a blank look on his face he cut into the fighting. "I think we should start reading the books" His tone was smooth but it carried loud enough for the god to hear him. The Big three nodded slowly, and Zeus cleared his throat, agreeing with his brother's son.
All of the gods turned themselves to their normal human size while their thrones adjusted to their new sizes while Percy took out the first book.
"I have a question. Why do you all look worn out and hurt?" Apollo asked, finally talking for the first time. Looking over all of them, his eyes rested mostly at the stiff form of Percy, who had frozen at the question
"There are some, ah, difficulties in our time period," Percy answered, crossing his arms. His expression blank while the others scoot closer to him.
Poseidon looked at his son in worry, even though he was from the future and wasn't yet born. It was still his child, and that gave him the urge of protectiveness. It was a fatherly feeling, the need to protect Percy as he watched him.
Hades felt worry for his own son for a moment, Zeus and Athena sharing the same moment of worry. Though while Zeus tried to hide his concern Athena was open with it. "Annabeth, are you alright?"
Annabeth blinked in surprise, not expecting the question from her mother. Then with a slight smile she nodded to her mom, confirming her well-being.
Percy smiled faintly when he noticed the parents worry, then he glanced at Apollo as his heart tightened in pain when their eyes met. He hastily looked away. "Anyway, who's going to read first?" he asked looking at his companions with a raised eyebrow.
"I'll read first," Nico volunteered, taking the book as him and the others looked for somewhere to sit down.
Well, that's the first chapter. I hope you all enjoyed this. ^^ I still don't know if I should add all of the books or not, I'll see what I'm going to do. Anyways, please read and review, and ask questions if any of you are confused.
Ciao.
Beta'ed by Mekanizumu no kiki yari