A/N: OLAF! It's me, IFYOUCOULDFLY! Sooo….this is my first PJO fic, and I'm excited! I know a lot of people have done these, but I REALLY wanted to write one anyways, so…yeah. Read on! Percy: Aren't you forgetting something? Me: What? No! Pffft…I don't know what you're talking abou-WHOA, OKAY, LET GO! I DON'T OWN PJO, RICK RIORDAN DOES!...happy? Percy: Very.
Percy's P.O.V.
I looked out over the field, a lump forming in my throat. "So many…." I whispered, and Annabeth put her hand on my arm. "I know, Seaweed Brain." She said softly, tears falling down her cheeks. "I know."
Suddenly, I wasn't sad anymore. I was just angry. Why? Why was I staring out into a sea of graves? Why did so many innocent people have to die? Why were we, a bunch of kids that should have been thinking about parties and school and crushes, worrying about the death that seemed to face us each day?
I opened my mouth to speak, but a voice behind me cut me off. "That's the way it is, Percy. We can't change it." I spun around to see Thalia approaching us, a tired look on her face.
Behind her were some of my closest friends; Grover Underwood, Nico di Angelo, the Stolls, Clarisse La Rue (still a friend, though we didn't get along most of the time), Chris Rodriguez (hand-in-hand with Clarisse), Rachel, Katie Gardener, Will Solace, Chiron, and, to my surprise, Tyson. "Guess Dad gave him some time off." I thought.
"Thalia's right. This is the life we have to live." Nico added, and I looked down. "I guess." I mumbled sadly. After a few moments of respectful silence, Chiron piped up. "Let's head down to the campfire, I'm sure the rest of the Apollo cabin is already starting up the sing-alongs."
We all nodded and followed Chiron down the hill. Connor, wanting to break the depressed mood, shouted a brief, "RACE YOU!" and broke off at a run. I laughed, grabbed Annabeth's hand, and followed.
An hour later, I was surrounded by campers, swaying along to the music the Apollo cabin had provided. Grover laughed along to something Tyson had said, and Annabeth had her head on my shoulder. I smiled, remembering why I loved Camp Half-Blood. This was my family.
"…are you even listening, Percy?" Annabeth's voice asked. I shook my head, snapping out of my daydream. "Uh oh. She was saying something…." I sighed, knowing I couldn't deny it. "No." I answered bluntly, and my girlfriend rolled her beautiful gray eyes. "You are such a Seaweed Brain." She joked, and pulled me in for a kiss.
Thalia and Nico made gagging noises, and Tyson giggled. "Go Percy!" He cried, and everyone laughed. We broke apart, and I put my arm around her waist. I laughed and joked along with my friends for a while, until the fire began to die down, leaving only a few smoldering embers.
Most of the campers had headed off to their cabins, and the only people that remained were the ones that had been with me up on the hill. For a while, we just sat around, thinking, watching the flickering embers in the fire pit.
"Sometimes," I began, breaking the silence, "I just wish that all the gods just…understood what it was like to be a demigod. I don't think they really…get us, you know? What we go through?" Everybody nodded, remembering times that they'd wished the gods could understand them. Though nobody spoke it, they were all wondering: "If the gods really could understand us, this war would never have happened." Suddenly, a faint blue glow appeared in the middle of the fire pit.
I glanced around at my fellow campers. "Umm," I started, and Katie nodded. "I see it too." She announced. "Ok, good, I'm not insane." I thought, just as the blue glow began to grow bigger and brighter.
Suddenly, the faint glow exploded into what seemed like a miniature blue sun. "What the-." I heard Clarisse shout, and then we were engulfed. Everyone, besides Chiron, began to scream. The centaur was too busy trying to calm everyone down.
I felt the earth rip open beneath me. I rolled my eyes, cursed my stupid unluckiness, and began to plummet into blackness. For a panicked moment, I thought I was alone, before I heard Thalia's angry voice screaming above the air that was rushing past our ears. "WHAT DID YOU DO, KELP HEAD?!"
"WHAT DID I DO?" I called back incredulously. "HOW IS THIS MY FAULT?!" A voice called out, either Travis or Connor's, "YOU'RE THE SON OF THE EARTHSHAKER. THAT CRACK IN THE GROUND HAD TO BE BECAUSE OF YOU!"
I frowned. "HEY, WE'RE FALLING TOWARD THE CENTER OF THE EARTH, LIKE THE UNDERWORLD! THIS IS NICO'S FAULT, IF ANYTHING!" I shouted, then heard Nico growl. "OF COURSE YOU BLAME ME, PERCY! I DIDN'T DO THIS!" The son of Hades yelled.
"WILL YOU STOP ACTING LIKE LITTLE CHILDREN?" Annabeth, who had somehow found my hand in the darkness and was holding it tightly, screeched. "WE'RE PROBABLY GOING TO DIE, AND ALL YOU CAN DO IS BICKER LIKE THE GODS!" Clarisse scoffed. "OH, YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU'RE JUST AS BAD AS US!" My girlfriend squeezed my hand in frustration. "YOU'RE ASKING FOR IT, LA RUE!"
That's when we hit the ground.
-Gods' P.O.V.-
The gods were bickering. Again.
"Brains are more important than brawn!" "Never! I could slaughter you any day!" "I'll never marry!" "But love is so…beautiful!" "I want my daughter back! You should ALL eat cereal, then you'd come to your senses!" "For our sake, woman, shut up about cereal!" "STOP having affairs with mortals!" "MY DAUGHTER IS A TREE! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!" "Mother Rhea always liked you best! I can't imagine why…"
Suddenly, a loud crashing sound was heard throughout the throne room, and twelve figures sailed through the roof and onto the ground. The gods immediately fell silent, watching as the unfortunate boy that had landed on the bottom squirmed around angrily. "Get off me!" He yelled, and they all climbed up onto their feet. As soon as they were up, they began to argue.
"Nice going, Kelp Head." "Oh, so you're still blaming me, Pinecone Face? I didn't exactly plan for this to happen!" "So it's wrong to blame you, but blaming me is fine?" "You're gonna regret this, Chase." "Bring it on, La Rue!" "Tyson! You crushed my hoof!" "Stop shouting! Hurts my ears!" "Ha! You should've seen your face!" "You two are so immature! And put your tongue back in your mouth, Travis!"
"EVERYBODY, BE QUIET!" Chiron yelled, and they all stopped and stared at us, jaws hanging open. We stared back, equally confused and embarrassed. "Who are they?" We all thought, except for Dionysus, who didn't care, and Ares, who was wondering "Why'd they break up the fight?"
"Oops." A boy, the one who had landed underneath everyone else, muttered, breaking an awkward silence. "So…what do you want?" A girl with blonde hair and grey eyes rolled her eyes and smacked the green-eyed boy while Zeus frowned. "Excuse me, mortal? How dare you speak to the gods this way? Who are you?" The gods watched as every mouth before them fell open.
"Wait…what?" Another girl asked incredulously. "You don't recognize us?! What the Hades?" A large, rather beefy girl blurted, causing Hades to groan. "They always use my name like that...stupid mortals…."
"I recognize Chiron," Athena offered, "but nobody else. Should we recognize you?" All of the intruders' heads bobbled up and down frantically. Poseidon noticed a look of realization wash over the blonde-haired girl's eyes, something he'd seen often with Athena. "Oh, great. What now?" He thought, just as the girl's mouth opened. "What year is it?" She asked.
Poseidon's forehead wrinkled. "2000. Why?" A girl with dark black hair and a Hunter's circlet moaned. "You've got to be kidding me." She mumbled, and the Olympians looked at her, confused. All of the intruders, or whatever they were, were standing still, gaping like idiots.
"It seems, my lords," Chiron began, "that we've somehow traveled back in time. We're from the year 2009." Silence. Well, for a couple seconds at least.
"Cool. So what is future me like? Am I still awesome?" Apollo blurted, and Artemis sighed. "Honestly, brother, you will never change, and that's not something to be grateful for." Apollo looked at her for a moment. "…Hey!" He cried as the point sunk in.
"I've had enough of this!" Hera cried, causing everyone in the room to jump. "Why are these…demigods…in our throne room, disrupting our nice, pleasant solstice?!" The gods glanced at each other in disbelief. "Nice? Pleasant? Really?" They all thought in unison. Luckily, Hera was too busy ranting to notice.
"I DEMAND an explanation immediately, Chiron! Why are these vermin he-." A small burst of blue light appeared in the throne room, and a large package flew from its center, landing directly in the center of Hera's face.
The package bounced off and landed at the green-eyed boy's feet, Hera still gawping like a fish out of water. "Wha-howthe-whodare-huh?" Mixed slurs of unintelligible nonsense scrambled out of the Queen's mouth, and a few moments of heavy silence passed before Apollo and Hermes burst out laughing, followed by the rest of the throne room.
"I've been waiting-." The blond-haired girl gasped between bouts of hysterical giggles, leaning on green-eyes for support, "for something like that to happen f-for ages!" Hera blushed a terrifying shade of reddish-purple and glared around, silencing us.
Green-eyes, sensing the awkward air around us all, picked up the package and ripped off the bright orange sticky note that was on top of it. He glanced through it, then looked up. "Well, this is weird." He looked down at the note again and began to read aloud.
To all the confused gods, demigods and…other companions,
We apologize for any injuries already caused due to this little…surprise visit from these future heroes. These are preferably going to be the last. A little explanation is in order: we are hereby granting Percy Jackson, (at this, Poseidon's head shot up) hero of Olympus, (Poseidon blinked. "Hero?" He thought. "That doesn't sound good." ) his wish. To let the gods finally understand what a demigod's life is like, we have sent five books about a great hero. These will be read amongst the gods, and NO DEMIGOD, SATYR, CYCLOPES OR CENTAUR WILL BE HARMED IN ANY WAY.
Sincerely,
The Fates (and Apollo and Hermes, who say "hi" to their past selves)
Apollo and Hermes cheered, while everyone else rolled their eyes. "What's weirder, the fact that we've been sent back in time to read books with the gods as instructed by the Fate's magical time-traveling sticky note because Percy wanted us to," One boy began, earning some looks, "or the fact that Percy can read with no problem?" his twin finished, and everyone laughed.
Green-eyes, who must have been Percy, shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe the Fates can like, magically erase dyslexia or something." Everyone looked around, while the large, beefy girl and her boyfriend ripped open the package.
Poseidon's eyes were on Percy alone. "Could this possibly be my son? He's only seven now…this can't be him…." Their eyes met across the room and stayed there for a minute. Percy's gaze eventually flickered to the books that were being unwrapped, but Poseidon instantly knew. "Yes. This is my Percy."
"So, what are these…books we must read?" Zeus thundered, (hehe…couldn't resist) and the poor satyr that was holding them nearly had a heart attack. "Hm-oh! Oh, yes, r-right…ahem…Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief, Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Sea of Monsters, Percy Jacks-."
Percy, who blushing madly, cut in: "Ok, Grover, that's great, can you just…not read the part with my name?" Everyone stared at him, and the satyr, Grover, nodded nervously. "Right. Sorry. The Lightning Thief, The Sea of Monsters, The Titan's Curse, The Battle of the Labyrinth, and The Last Olympian."
"Oh, just great." One boy muttered sarcastically. "You've managed to resurface just about all the worst moments of our lives. Couldn't you just have a book like, The Actually Very Normal, Pleasant Summer In Which I Didn't Almost Die?" Everyone chuckled as Percy shrugged. "When that happens, I'll tell you."
Poseidon frowned. What did that mean, in which he didn't almost die? His son wasn't some sort of…hero, right? He was just a boy-
"Well, if we're going to have to be tortured through an entire 5 books, we might as well start now." Zeus announced, grabbing the first book. "Why does this title tell me not going to like this…." With that, the reading began.