Its been 2 years and Im back. I've matured from my 2014-2016 run on this site, and My writing style has improved a lot. Now i Love Percy Jackson, I mean who doesn't right? But what I hate is coming back to the site and seeing the same problem still relevent as it was when i switched over to Wattpad. Every body just writes the same shit. They see a few stories they like and then they try to recreate it with their own twist and it honestly is hard to find stories that i enjoy to read on this site anymore. There are only so many Son of Chaos, Annabeth goes to Percys school, The Guardian of the Hunt, or Percy being betrayed everyone turning on him because of a dick brother then he gets blessed by 7 gods and now he is the only person that can stop the upcoming war and the author says "Will he be willing to help? after everyone has turned on him?" stories. Thing is these stories have been around for a long time, I first started reading in 2013 and writing in 2014, and at first I loved these stories, until they just kept getting copied over and over again. Like its okay when they are original, but thats rare as most copy from the story that inspired them to write the rip off book in the first place. I'm actually really sad that after two years that its still like this. Im trying to make an original story and I haven't read a story past the third chapter in about a year and This story could end up being similar to a story some of y'all have seen before. But its not based on any story I have read and this is all going to come from my mind. So I hope you like this story, Please dont be ghost readers, reviews are wanted and honestly if you dont review on stories when you can thats lame af so yeah this is my comeback hope you enjoy.

I do not own Percy Jackson or the Heroes of Olympus

Oh also no trials of Apollo cause just no, he is still a god and Olympus is re opened in this fanfiction.

The Tragedy of Percy Jackson

You always hear about the golden days of the Greek and Roman Heroes, but what is often over shadowed is the fate these Heroes face. You're told about it a few times about how they died horrible deaths, how they never got the happy ending they deserved. Percy hoped maybe he could change that, after all it seemed like his golden days were now finished. It had been two years since the second giant war, and everything was now sunshine and rainbows. Monster attacks were non existent, Jason and Piper were getting married in two months, Frank and Hazel were traveling the world, Nico was no living a semi stable happy life, and Annabeth was recovering very well from her time in Tartarus.

However there was a dark cloud that mixed within the sunshine. Percy was not recovered at all from Tartarus, in fact he felt like he was getting worse each day. Even with therapy three times a week, Percy was not able to cope very well with what he saw in his last moments in the pit. Tartarus in the flesh, sucking monsters and Titans into him, were the focus of Percy's nightmares. He felt so weak and useless at that moment. He stared into the eyes of the primordial being, and ever since he felt this cold shiver that stayed with him for every second of his life. Percy pretended like everything was okay, that he was doing better that he was making the same recovery as Annabeth. He was ashamed of himself for being this... this weak, he wanted to be better but he couldn't.

Percy often found himself wondering if that moment in the pit would be his downfall, if after everything he had been through that a single second of eye contact could ruin his life for ever. It seemed possible that maybe it would just be a constant reminder of worse times as his life improved. Sadly Percy knew that it was just wishful thinking, because life as a demigod never was as simple as that.

Rachel Dare sat in the big house with Chiron, just chatting aimlessly about camp activities when unexpectedly the nineteen year old collapsed to the ground holding her head. Chiron rushed to her side, and was surprised to see that her eyes were glowing bright green. This came to a surprise to the centaur as no prophesy had been given since the prophesy of the seven.

"Rachel?" he asked carefully placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

But it was not Rachel who responded, it was the Oracle who croaked out

"The Enemy of all shall rise

To cause all to happiness die

For Olympus to stand at the end of May

Percy Jackson shall see the end of his days

Demigods shall preach his name as the war of wars arrives

All life is at stake as The first Primordial war is makes its way

Chaos is sure to reign"

Chiron stared into Rachel's eyes as her eyes faded back to normal in utter shock. Another great prophesy was here, the only question was how long would it take for all hell to break through. But what really chilled him to the bone was that that the prophesy actually named the Hero of the prophesy. Percy Jackson was now involved in another prophesy where everything was at stake, unfortunately this time it seemed like the Great son of Poseidon was going to die in three months.