Completed: 4/30/17

Updated: 9/11/17

Author's Note: I created this story because I wanted to combine two series that I love. Percy Jackson and So You Want to Be a Wizard. This is my own spin, and my character will not take the limelight from Percy in his quests. Instead he will shift how the story goes.

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Prologue

Why did I ever get involved? I moaned to myself. It had been less than a day since I had been forced by the Lord of the Sky and King of Olympus to aid Chiron in training the next generation of demigods.

At first, I loved it, then came the reality of the situation. I had been forced to give up my dream. A dream that was now crushing me. I wanted to be a National Park Ranger, a permanent one. However, my actions in saving the world and by extension Olympus had caused me to receive lots of scrutiny from said Powers.

These powers were more paranoid and finicky about unaffiliated individuals. Thankfully they believe that I am a demigod like their children. If that were to change though, I shudder to think about what they would do. As it is though I am in a bind not only from them, but Lady Hecate who shortly after my arrival claimed to be my patron. Put her in hot water, and now I owe her. She does know who I am after all.

With the threat of war averted I decided to take a break from the craziness and write in my journal an accounting of what happened to put me in this mess. Both the events and of my final actions that led to the success of the Quest of Find the Master Bolt.

Two weeks ago a giant tsunami slammed into the East Coast doing major amounts of damage. So much damage occurred, that for the first time donations were streaming from the world to us instead of the other way around. The cost to not just repair the damage but to bring a sense of normalcy was in the hundreds of billions of dollars lost. Not to mention D.C was gone, that along with the majority of the three branches as well as the Pentagon.

While the people mourned the dead, the politicians began the monumental task of rebuilding the federal and government and local communities. Due to the sheer amount of damage sites of lesser importance were being neglected. Like my park. Colonial National Historical Park, preserving the beginning and end of colonial America as a part of the British Empire, was walloped. Jamestown Island and all of its buildings were leveled due to being at sea level at best, below at worst. Yorktown and our HQ survived, but there were trees down everywhere. Colonial Parkway which bridged Jamestown and Yorktown had bridges swept away. Heck to get to Jamestown we had to take a roundabout way through the local interstate. What typically took forty-five min now took an hour and a half. Though when I say going to Jamestown, I mean we go as close as we can without driving off a broken bridge.

As a seasonal, I had a great deal more flexibility on what I was allowed and could do. When not at Yorktown cleaning up, I was at Jamestown. Though there wasn't much to do. Beyond cleaning up what we could, which was a task considering we had to take a boat to the island, directing traffic, and answering questions from the infrequent visitor who appeared at the road block. Who we then had to turn back every time, it was depressing and heart wrenching.

I was in shock to an extent. So many dead, so many of my colleagues gone, so much history swept away. There was rationing from the National Guard, curfews, the whole nine yards. There were lines at the store, any store but especially grocery stores, for everything. I felt like I was a part of an old fashioned bread line from the Great Depression. It was now that I envied my friends in Texas. They were safe, secure, and not under an occupation. A necessary one, but a rule none the less, one that was barely keeping a lid on the anarchy that was fighting to break out.

Who was I kidding, unless we got some cash soon, my park would be closed for the foreseeable future. Considering that our park was one of the dozens if not hundreds destroyed or damaged it would be a while before we got the money. Especially with our economy in a tail spin with the majority of our businesses on the East and West Coast being out of operation for the foreseeable future. I was lucky that I was still employed this long. I expected a pink letter from the park due to lack of funding; so much for getting an in with the Service. It looks like my dream is going to come to a halt. My survival and that of my family come first if I could locate my parents that is.

Of course, there is one thing that I have that my colleagues do not. I am a Wizard, not the Harry Potter style wizard, or Gandalf like wizard. Well, I am closer to him than Harry Potter. My job as a Wizard is to prevent the spread of Entropy or Death. Long ago when the universe was just born God had his children the Powers that Be create well…everything. So the Powers got to work creating life. Everything from love, to plants, to the countless sentient species of various stages of evolution, to the stars and planetoids, they created it all.

One Power stayed his hand. One Power watched as the universe was being built. His name the "Lone Power," you see while the others were creating things of benefit. He or should I say she, Technically it is both and neither, moving one. The Lone Power created entropy which includes death. Now you're thinking Death? Well, everything dies right? NO! Up until Death had been invented there was no expiration date on anything. Stars, plants, people, we would live forever. Death changed that. The other Powers that Be were horrified and angered beyond belief. They banded together attacked the Lone Power and gave him the boot from Timeheart…heaven so to speak. It is the place where all good things end up, and as a Wizard when not acting and being busy we are allowed to wander it. See dead relatives, etc.

The damage was done though, and the Lone Power wasn't going to stop, oh no. In fact the war with the Powers that Be spread from the Heaven's to the mortal realm. The Lone Power wanted to win, and Entropy spread to all corners of the universe. To combat the spread of entropy individuals like me were given a fraction of the powers that the Powers that Be wielded. We were charged with resisting entropy where ever it may be. The trick though is that The Speech, what we call the powers granted to us, cannot be used to destroy life. IE: Cancer is a living entity. I cannot get rid of them without first convincing the cancer cells that they want to stop living. If I cannot do that, then they continue onwards in dividing and eating away at the host.

Now the Lone Power's war on the universe happens on many fronts with many different cultures. The more cultures people have, the more Powers that Be, the more fronts. In this particular case, the front is a new Titanomachy, the second one.

Don't know the word; few people do in the modern world. You would have to have some knowledge of ancient history or more specifically ancient Greece or Rome. Here's the short version. Kronos, the youngest son of Gaea and Ouranos and Titan of Time and the harvest, ascended to Lordship over the planet after chopping off his father's bits. That's Ouranos. However, due to being cursed by his father for his betrayal and a prophecy that one day a child of his would replace him as King, he grew paranoid. When his wife Rhea, Titaness of motherhood, gave him his first child Hestia his first response was to swallow her. For Hestia represented the next generation of Powers that Be for the Greeks. She was no Titaness she was a Goddess. He did this four more times until Rhea smuggled their last child Zeus to be raised in secret to combat his father and free his siblings. Zeus was lucky on all counts, and with the aid of the hundred handed who fashioned his Masterbolt, Poseidon's Trident, and Hade's Pitchfork overcame their Father and Zeus was proclaimed King of Olympus thus beginning the Fifth Age of Humanity.

Over time though paranoia set in where trust, love, and family should have been. In 2016 his symbol of authority, a weapon so powerful that it made our most powerful nukes pale in comparison, was stolen. He blamed his brother Poseidon, King of Atlantis and the Seas, possessor of the Trident, of orchestrating the theft of his Masterbolt. Poseidon denied any wrongdoing. However, Poseidon had a son, a forbidden son at that, whom when Zeus discovered immediately pinned the blame for the theft.

He demanded that Percy Jackson age eleven find and bring back his Masterbolt, or there would be war. Percy represented though more than a peace offering to avert war. He represented the beginning of the Great Prophecy, which in a nut shell would determine if Olympus would be destroyed or preserved. Which is why after World War II was over the Big Three, the three brothers of Kronos, Hades, Poseidon, and Zeus, swore to sire no children to delay the prophecy. Only Hades would keep his word.

The quest was a failure, not sure how, but I know why. Percy Jackson had a weeks' worth of training and didn't even know of the stories and 'myths' behind his status as a demigod. Half divine half mortal. Heck before he got the quest he didn't even know he was a demigod. His failure meant that the War between Sky and Sea would begin. The Sea took the early lead by destroying Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter for the Greek and Roman demigods respectively. He further captured Chiron, though reports are sketchy on Lady Lupa if she was captured or not. Either way, the Greek and Roman demigods lost their legendary trainers. One more catastrophe for the shit storm that was ongoing. One that would if not stopped destroys the west.

Of course, I had not yet known about all…this yet. All I knew was that the East and West coasts suffered an unprecedented series of natural disasters with over a million dead and billions of dollars in damage suffered. No, my story begins before and after the Tsunami's struck…

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Authors Note: I will continue to discuss the story from the present. However, events that occurred in the past will be mentioned as they impact how Alexander operates. His goal is to protect the world after all.