Once Upon a Dream

by LittleMissReader36

MORTAL AU Perseus lived in Ancient Greece. His life was so uneventful, he was given a second chance. One catch: he could only come back if he fell in love. That wasn't it though, he had to be loved as well. Annabeth lives in present day New York. She has the perfect life. Her mom loves her, she has lots of friends, is popular, and is hours away from calling Luke her boyfriend.

1. My Last Day

Hey, guys! So, I'm back with another fanfic. This one is going to be long and the chapters will vary in length.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. All rights go to Rick Riordan.

Chapter 1

Perseus's POV

The day was January 22, 600 BC. I still remember it like it was yesterday. Or, at least, I think it was yesterday. Ever since that day, I haven't been able to keep track of time very well.

My father, Poseidon was going to let me fight for the first time. I was 15 years old, and was excited for my first time on the battlefield. I had been training for this day since I was 12 years old, and now it was finally here. I remember grabbing my sword Anakulosmos and excitedly mounting my horse, Blackjack, and following after my father, heading towards the war zone. I remember thinking, 'this is it. It's finally here. The day I get to be in a battle, instead of hearing stories about it from my dad. Most of which were fictional.' We got to the battle grounds and, a few days later, the enemies began approaching. I could hear the sound of their horses' hooves, pounding across the landscape towards us. I remember marveling at the pure beauty of the horses' coats. They were gorgeous.

Eventually, after seeming eternities, the battle began. I killed plenty of people alongside my father. I heard the screams of weak men, the sounds of bodies crashing to the ground, and, the frightened whinnies of the horses that lost their masters. I was fueled by excitement and adrenaline, giving me the feeling that I could go on forever. That I was unstoppable, not killable. I was getting too cocky, thinking I could kill anyone that got near me. In the end, it was my cockiness that got me killed. I was boasting to my father about how I could kill anyone who can near me, when someone came up behind me and killed me. I remember feeling intense vulnerability and shock, because in all the stories father told, someone never killed a man when he was talking. That's when I knew that most of his stories were sliced my head clean off, sending me to the underworld, where I would be for all eternity. Or so I thought.