*Chapter one *

The Past

Now

'This is stupid. I shouldn't have been in this position. That asshole-of-a-goddess just had to meddle with my life.' I mentally mused. I caressed an image of Annabeth and I laughing about a time where Zoé Nightshade didn't understand a joke where it included the word "dam". Grover thought this was a miracle that I'm close to a friend (especially a girl) – besides him of course (not the girl part) –and took an image of it (to possibly have used it as blackmail material of course, but after seeing Annabeth and I a couple, I guess he ended up giving it to me). We were too busy laughing to notice (as usual). Whilst a tear inaudibly trickled down my cheek, I whispered, pain obvious in my hushed tone, "I miss you."

Then

As Annabeth, Grover, Thalia and I were heading back to camp - I was zoning out of our conversations and back to the throne room where I refused immortality. I stuffed my hands in my jeans as I shuffled my feet to the exit. It's pretty clear that I was reluctant to leave – my dad is pretty awesome.

In the twinkling of an eye, we reached camp, get awed looks from the campers, me blushing; you know the drill. Too soon, night had befallen and it was time for Hypnos to rule. Sleep definitely sounded dam (*wiggles eyebrows*) tempting at this point, but the possibilities of dreaming the unimaginable are too high.

And boy, for the first time in forever, I was right.

I just happened to relocate myself into what appears to be some sort of white vortex – I know; fancy. Nemesis – up to this day I have no idea how I've known – walked towards me from gods knew where and extended her hand. "I've heard about your deeds, and giving us minor gods recognition was the most recent. I would like to thank you for that."

I was naturally suspicious; after living a long demigod life, I knew there always is a catch. Nonetheless, I took Nemesis's hand and shook it. "It is, after all, the right choice, Lady Nemesis."

"I appreciate your level of respect you're giving me, but alas, it does not make up the fact that the environment is... unbalanced."

Told you there'll be a catch.

"What do you mean? My rotten luck got me this far, am I supposed to be unluckier?"

"As a matter of fact, it should have been. You've bribed me once into helping you; for 'everything' to be in your favour. Evidently, I had to create a tad bit of difficulty to prevent suspicion. I am proud that you've given us recognition, but this has gone too far; I've been helping you from your very first quest, Ezekiel Jackson. It is time for you to suffer the consequences. You are no hero Jackson. Mark my words, tomorrow will be the worst day of your life."

I woke up the next day only to find out...

I've become twelve again,

I'm no longer a son of Poseidon, but a son of Nemesis,

Annabeth does not remember me as her lover; rather, acquaintance.

Now

With that happy note in my mind, I drifted into the realms of Morpheus.

Confidential

- For your eyes only -

How'd you like the plot of the story? Reviews are optional, if you'd like to remark on something here, please do; for the future of this fanfiction and years to come.

And as Pewdiepie states it;

Stay awesome *wink* *insert cool glasses emoji* *bro fist*