A/N: Howdy. This is my first story, I began writing it a long time ago. Since then, it's taken a backseat to several other more original projects, but this was meant to be huge. It's not complete, but I want to upload what I have. For several years, I've read stories from this insanely creative community, and I just wanted to give a little something back. I'm not quite proud of the prologue, it's short, but it'll all make sense about thirty thousand words later. Enjoy!

Prologue

You know me. You've heard my stories.
But nothing like this.
My name is Percy Jackson. I'm the son of Poseidon. And I'm sick of fate. My life seems to be a series of predetermined events designed to kill me. I was searching Olympus because Annabeth found something odd while architect-ing. Something hidden. I didn't want her to go, it could be dangerous. So I did it instead. Behind her back. NOT wise.

Percy was trekking across the marble maze of Olympus. He knew he was in some sort of temple. 'Maybe Annabeth was just loopy from lack of sleep. I don't think there's anything here...' He got this feeling, like there was something in his peripheral vision. Percy recognized it as the presence of water, faint, but present. He gravitated to it, reflexively reaching for Riptide. A wall stood between him and the water. Percy gave it a shove. Dust sprinkled down, spotting his raven hair. He stepped back and observed the outline of a door, now apparent by the depressed area of the wall.

Sliding the massive slab of marble aside, he strolled through the extensive corridor ahead. Shadows danced over random sections of the wall. The floors were blue shag carpet, reminding Percy of an asylum, a poor choice not even Zeus could make. The walls were the same white marble when they were not shrouded in darkness.

Percy uncapped Riptide, before reminiscing on the blade. He hadn't used it in real danger since the Titan War almost two years ago. Yet Annabeth was still working on Olympus. He frowned, remembering the war. History had repeated itself in its usual, treacherous fashion.

Percy marched on, until the corridor was lit up with what looked like sunlight streaming through water. Percy looked up and only found paneled lighting, like in a school. He shuddered at the thought. A sign swung from the ceiling, embossed bronze reading "Zeus". The next ridiculously obvious thing was the amount of glass tubes, each running vertical, filled with a bubbly liquid. Percy double-taked when he saw the people contained inside. Under Zeus, he saw a man that looked as if he was carved from stone. Percy tried not to notice his distinct lack of clothes, instead focusing on the fact that he had just a helmet and a pale, wickedly sharp sword. A small plaque rested on the tube, announcing the identity of its inhabitant. Perseus, his namesake. Percy's eyes widened and he whipped around to the tube behind him. A woman that can rival Aphrodite but had nothing on Annabeth. Helen of Troy. He glanced at other names and his head started to spin. Minos? Franklin Roosevelt? He shook his head and found another sign after those first several tubes. It read "Poseidon". A hulking man was crammed in one tube. Percy recognized him from dreams of the labyrinth. Theseus. Directly across, Winston Churchill bobbed in the liquid, clad in a business suit. Percy tried not to think about what that place was. Important demigods? He continues down the corridor, historical demigods on both sides.

Only two were under Apollo. Funny, considering the massive amount of fruit from his loins. William Shakespeare was one. The other was what caught Percy's eye. Phatheon Sol was decked out in dark red armor and sunglasses, a golden bow and quiver slung in an X across his torso. He was a questionable conglomerate of contemporary fashion and ancient armor. Percy was about to push on, but saw the next sign. Artemis. The boy inside reminded Percy more of a son of Poseidon like himself, but with copper colored hair. He had silver armor, a grey quiver, and a shining wooden bow slung over his back and a long Hunters-of-Artemis Silver jacket over it all, trailing him like a trench coat. The plaque reads "Orion". Percy blinked with some odd emotion. He knew the story of the mythological Orion, but it didn't make sense. He shook off the fact that he may have seen proof of Artemis' broken vow and walks on.

He blinded himself to the men and women imprisoned here. He blocked out the stray and nefarious thoughts as to why they were there. Percy was terrified, but he steeled his grip on his sword and trekked on, drawn by... something. He thought, it won't get worse. The ground changed into bronze tiles, labeled by a mosaic. The word "TITANS" glittered maliciously up at him. It quickly got worse.

The first set of children belonged to none other than Kronos. Percy's nose scrunched up when he read the name. The older boy on his left looked like Kronos. Well, what Percy imagined Kronos liked like in the ancient days. He stood tall and proud, his shoulders square. He was clothed in a brown leather jacket and jeans, modern clothing. His face was twisted into a permanent scowl, the expression that was once engraved into Luke Castellan's face, and a golden scythe glimmered in his hand. His plaque read Kinesus. Percy briefly wondered why all these demigods were kept with their weapons. 'Because Zeus is a fan of theatrics.' He found his answer.

The girl on the right was meeker than Kinesus. She was dressed similarly, a modern demigod, and her plaque read "Kara". She had dark brown hair, same as her brother. Her face was rosy and lively, in contrast to Kinesus' face. She looked innocent. Percy couldn't help but feel like she should be free. Then he thought of all the magics that could deceive him and continued on.

The poor… semititans? Percy liked that. The semititans were isolated in their tubes on either side of Percy for what he thought was a mile. He didn't know why he was still walking. Then the room changed into a circular chamber with a domed ceiling.

Scenes of Creation adorned the walls, forests growing or suffering atrophy at the wave of a hand, the oceans waving by the will of Pontus, skies bent by Ouranos. The floor was comprised of brown cobblestones. Signs hung over each chamber, all with a different primordial god. Then it struck Percy. Children of the Primordials. These chambers didn't contain the liquid. It was more like time was frozen around them, he thought. Pontus' son was comprised entirely of water. He was taken in combat, his form swirled and twisted, a fierce power glowing from sheer emerald eyes, just vibrant spots. Nyx' chamber was just an inky black, causing Percy to shudder. Gaea's daughter was taken with debris swirling around her, hair whipping like she was in a hurricane. She was fighting with a vengeance, it looked like. Percy noticed a man that looked as regal as Zeus. He wore a light blue robe, accented white to match his stark, windswept hair. His eyes were a fluorescent electric blue, the irises brimming with cyan light and shocking power. His face was austere and appeared to be carved from granite. Deep blue armor peeked from the gap in the snug robes. A wooden staff was his only weapon, which he had planted by his feet and angled outward. It reminded Percy of that old painting of Washington crossing the Delaware River, a general leading his men into battle.

Suddenly, a voice like artillery kicked through his skull, "PERSEUS JACKSON!" The glass chambers shattered and lightning leapt from the ground and into Percy, causing him to drop Riptide and howl in pain. He collapsed. The first thing he saw was the frowning face of the son of Ouranos. His vision blackened when he reached for his sword. The daughter of Gaea had a bare foot planted on the blade. Percy gritted his teeth and rolled backwards to his feet. He stumbled for a moment, his vision filled with spots. The roar was still present in his ears, the voice still echoing through his skull. He raised his fists. The son of Ouranos laughed, a deep, mocking rumble.

"We are not meant to fight yet, boy, but Fate will pit us against one another soon."

Percy was subtly pulling water toward him from down the hall, where cries of agony and wrath sounded. Elemental beings, semititans, and demigods were scrambling down the corridor. Blood was beginning to splatter the walls, the violent taste of ancient demigods and semititans satiated. The son of Ouranos spread his arms in a friendly, harmless gesture. Percy felt it was meant to be condescending.

"My name is Acastus, and this is my sister, Terra. I do not wish you harm… yet."

"That's what they all say." Water leapt to his fists and he lunged at Acastus. Percy stumbled after his attack was easily sidestepped. A lightning bolt formed in Acastus' hand. His bright, bold eyes fixed on Percy, he spoke to Terra. "Send him... To Tartarus."

Percy prayed to all the gods. None of them answered when the stones beneath him cracked open, and unfathomable darkness drug him down.