This is my first story on the Percy Jackson series. (Disclaimer Note : I don't own any of these characters, except for the few OC's I might add.)
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For those who are worried, the next few chapters will be centered around Percy and the Argo II.
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PROLOGUE - Unknown Time, Earth
As the sun retreats beneath the horizon, an old woman with red hair and deep, soulful green eyes forces her eyes open and raises them to the horizon. With a whole slew of coughs and wheezes, she struggles to her feet and makes her way to the mouth of the cave. The coldness of the evening hits her hard, and another wave of coughs rack her lungs.
Stumbling, she collapses upon a carpet spread out for her - a lion's pelt that she had found in a sacrificial pool a decade ago - and lays there, ignoring the coldness in the air, the pain in her lungs, the impeding sense of fear plaguing her mind, and closes her eyes, letting one last vision flow through her.
At that one moment, she forgets who she is - she is not the descendent of Apollo, she is not an insignificant mortal upon a small speck of dust, she is no longer bound to the voice of fate. Rather, she becomes one among them.
An omniscient being.
All seeing.
All knowing.
She sees the world evolve and change. She sees the human and demigod race slowly grow apart, until one becomes completely in denial of the other. She watches as one hero after another falls. She sees moments when humanity hovers on the brink of collapse, and moments when it has never been stronger.
She hears the cries of Gaea as her body is trashed and burned, and feels the primordial goddess's quiet, growing rage at the human race, and can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pity for the goddess of the Earth. It hurts, to watch as nature spirits and gods alike fall to human ignorance.
She witnesses the second rise of the Titans and the Giants, along with a new and different generation of demigods. They are powerful, incredibly so in their own different ways.
She watches as one rises above them all, a boy whose birth is so similar to the stories of the hundreds of heroes that have come before him. Yet, even as the Olympians use him and torture him, enough to turn any other hero bitter and selfish, he remains strong and selfless, dedicating his life to his friends and the girl who seems to never leave his side.
He grows powerful, impossibly so, and rises above his own fate, leaving his life in a mess of string that even the Fates cannot seem to untangle and manipulate. His future is one of the few she cannot see, and that intrigues her.
And the power they wield, she has to remind herself that these heroes are still children. They rewrite the history of the Olympians, and leave a massive impact in the world, forever changing even the gods themselves.
As she watches over them, she realizes that this is the first time she has been genuinely interested by the stories of the children of the Olympians since Hercules' birth - and even his story and powers had been but a shadow to the fate and capabilities of these seven.
It was at this moment, that she decided to see Perseus Jackson's story through, but in the body of a young mortal with frizzy red hair and shining green eyes.
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Later, stories with lavish twists and turns would be forged when the boy without a name found the Oracle - a mess of limbs twisted in contorted ways, eyes empty pits within her skull, a mouth twisted into an odd smile - and screamed in anguish, promising to topple the Olympians for their crimes against this kind woman who had been a mother to him.
He would never know the truth.
A/N : This chapter was updated and completely redone, give me your thoughts on how it was!