Percy would say that it had been a perfectly normal day.

Key words: had.

He had visited his old camp: Camp Half-Blood, and helping to train new arrivals demigods and on top of that, had time to visit his mother, Sally, and his stepfather, Paul. The day would just get better and better when he was on his way to his girlfriend and best friend, Annabeth Chase. Yep, life was very good indeed.

However, he had never had much luck, so why would the Lady luck decide to take account of his life for once.

That was precisely why he ended up here - what here really means -in a dark circular room above three creepy, wrinkled old ladies who looked like they should have been extinct for at least a couple thousand years ago. It was not very healthy really.

"Uh ..." was the only intelligent Percy was able to get out before he compensated himself. "Why am I here?"

"You have reached the fate," said the first woman to the right and her hair swaying gently in an invisible wind. "You have done more than most would have been hoping to achieve. For the inconvenience we have come to the conclusion that you get a choice. "

"So they can talk," Percy muttered to himself. "Damn, there my theory disappeared that they were mute."

"Of course we can talk you dumb boy," hissed the woman in the middle. "Do you not remember the day of your sixteenth birthday?"

Percy felt a shiver went up his spine. He tried not to think about those days at all. How Beckendorf, Silena, Michael, even Ethan...

"Aha, we see that you have started to finger pensively on your chiton now", nodded the woman to the right again.

What chiton, thought Percy before he decided not to say anything about it. Once-powerful immortal beings become angry, they were not just angry. There was more to the raging I-will-not-pulling-me-from-blow-you-up-in-the-air angry. So do not mess with me, mortal. Like, ever if you know your best.

And The Fate, which Percy had quickly recognized who they were, were probably the worst of all gods.

"What choice do you mean?" asked Percy at last.

"What is the fun of saying it?" wondered the woman in the middle again. "It's much more entertaining to see how you deal with it yourself."

Percy felt the familiar anger built up again when he heard what these terrible women talked about. They found only his life as an entertaining game, which they ruled over.

Then what was recorded the Fate left who had not said anything until now, actually said.

"What did you say?" gasped Percy. "That's not possible."

"Is he deaf?" muttered the woman in the middle.

"No, no, not yet, sister," assured the right.

I really need to start learning their names and not just call them the woman to the right, middle and left, thought Percy distracted. Focus now Jackson, do not zoom out. In Hades with ADHD.

"I said you have the chance to change everything again. You have power of the fates in your hands," repeated the woman left ominous.

"If you wish so." It was the middle who spoke.

"And if you have the courage to it," concluded the right.

"You can save all of you so yearn after that, demigod. Or die in the attempt. "

They marched out through a door that mysteriously appeared in the wall.

"Hey! Wait! You can't just le...! "The door slammed in the face of Percy. "This is so typical of me," he muttered and looked around, hoping to see an emergency exit or something. No such luck for him.

"Is that a valid argument that my girlfriend will kill everyone, including me if I'm late because of a peculiar mission?" No response. "Did not think so either."

Two doors appeared, both were wide open, unlike the one the Fate had wandered out through. It was a strange light from both of them.

Percy could not decide what color the lights had. It was like a colorless mist that constantly changed before his eyes.

"And now?" he murmured. What would Annabeth have done in this situation?

Think Percy, think. She would have conjured up a plan out of thin air. She had reminded him of more times than he could count, 'Athena always have a plan.'

Percy's thoughts wandered on among his friends and he thought about what they would had done.

Clarisse would have kicked a hole in the wall and taking the road out. Percy doubted that it would work for him. How much he hated to admit it, the daughter of Ares was stronger than him.

Nico would have only shadow traveling away.

Jason would have made some kind of son of Jupiter thing. Which means he probably would have made a hole in the roof and flown from there. Percy snorted away the thought that he self would manage to fly up through the roof.

The Stoll brothers... Percy shuddered again, though of a very different reason than before. He did not even want to think about what those mad geniuses would had concocted.

Leo would... Percy broke off abruptly when he thought of his old friend. It hurt to think of Leo or someone else who had died in the wars.

He felt a wave of longing. The Fate, they had said that he had the power of the fates in his hands. But what did it mean?

Suspicious Percy went to the two misty doors. He looked indecisively between them. Percy was not stupid, he knew that it was intended that he would eventually go through any of them. They were part of the Plan of the fates. One of the Fate had said 'You can save all of you so yearn...'

Percy had longed and longed to certain things, certain people ... that everything had just been a terrible nightmare. At they had survived. But he had learned to live with it. To go further. He was not so ungrateful.

He knew he had been more than lucky that he had survived not only one war, but two.

Most of his friends had survived, his parents were safe, he had Annabeth...

But he could have done more. 'If you just crave, if you have the courage.' Whispered the empty room to him.

Percy saw between the two doors again. Right, left, right, left, right, left.

He had not realized that it had become like a tangled together mixture of words in an eternal mantra. Right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right leftrightleftrightleft... Percy took a deep breath.

He could save everyone. He would save everyone. What could go wrong?

I should be nominated for the world's most randomized man, thought Percy. After taking yet another deep breath, Poseidon's son took a leap through the door to the left.

"Percy, Percy, wake up." Someone shook him. "The bus is broken and the bus driver tells everyone to get off."

Percy opened his eyes. There was Grover his best friend, but at the same time not Grover. He looked younger somehow, more pimples and he had his old hat that concealed that he was a satyr wearing. But Grover never wears it nowadays...

He looked out over the countryside. They were on a highway before all the suburbs of New York.

It was not possible. It just could not be possible.

"Open your eyes completely to the world, Seaweed Brain," a voice whispered in his mind that sounded suspiciously like Annabeth.

And Percy looked down at himself. He was shorter, had smaller hands, less everywhere... it was not his usual twenty-four year-old body. This could not be possible, he thought again.

But the impossible was true. He had become twelve years old again.

AN: Hi all, I have not abandoned my other story, I just felt to try something new so this is a very random story. Feel free to point out grammar errors, spelling failures and so on. English is not my first language, and to be honest it is my worst subject in school. But you can't get better if you do not practice, don't you think?

But I repeat, I have not abandoned my first story: Lägret läser PJ: Född till hjälte. I plan to write both of the stories. This story is more like an experiment for now, so I'll see how it goes.

Anyhow Be good

–Aveline