I almost mixed up Zeus with Odin. I blamed Marvel, but the shame did drove me to read up on Norse and Greek mythology.

Chapter 1: Only Some

Percy had been in the rain for a while now. No sun, no storm in sights, just a light rain. If it had been a heavy one he'd probably not notice and had to have Mom dragging him inside the apartment. But if it had, he would have noticed him a lot sooner.

"So no one can see you? At all?" Percy directed the question at someone who's staying under the rain too with him. They both don't have their hoods on, Percy lying on the park bench and the other guy leaning on his wooden staff.

"Normal humans can't, Perce," he said, him looking at the strangers walking by the open park, Percy lazily committing his unusual appearance to memory. "Special people like you can, though."

Percy scrunched up his face in confusion. "But then, not to sound rude but, what are you?" He asked.

"Hmm… I guess I'm the forgotten one in the circle. Though I was trying my best to be cast out from that group."

"Who?" Percy asked, but after years of cryptic answers he knew the other 'teenager' wouldn't give him a straight answer. But it's always worth a shot. Sometimes the other boy let things slip on purpose.

"Bunch of old people who are too busy to have any fun," Jack answered, chin pressed on the crooked part of his frozen staff.

Looking upwards Percy let the rain fall on his face. The water doesn't even hurt or sting on his eyes.

"This group," Percy was never told what they're called, neither what they are nor what they're busy with, "They're up there?"

The white haired boy smirked and sat down beside Percy. The water became colder but still passed his body as if he wasn't there. The water could touch him, but only if Jack lets them come in contact with him. Right now, normal people were around and would probably not react well seeing water freezing in mid air. "You'll meet them someday, I think. But yeah, they're up above, like, way up there."

Percy yawned sleepily. The two of them had planned to play together somewhere but Percy didn't get a wink of sleep last night. That creep Gabe had his slimy friends playing poker all night, and Percy got caught up reading another new book (that he could actually read! Because it's in Greek. Because Percy's brain was weird enough to be able to understand the foreign language but struggle with the language he grew up with) that his mysterious friend had brought and didn't realize morning had come.

"The goat's not here today, huh?"

Percy frowned. "His name is Grover, Jack. And he's sick." Grover always sticks around Percy whenever he goes, even when he's sick. But sometimes, when the weather forecaster said it's going to rain, Grover lets Percy walk around town on his own. Percy never knew why the rain makes any difference. "Would you quit calling him a goat?"

Jack's lip twitched. "I would stop, but, he limps."

"That's not something to make fun of."

"You just don't get the inside joke. Poor Percy." Jack craned his neck. "Your mom's over there, by the way."

"Really? Huh, you coming?" Percy got up and walked on ahead, waving at his mother, not looking at Jack knowing she can't see him.

"No. I'm going back home."

"The lake?"

Jack gave him a nod, walking beside Percy to the park's gate. "The lake."

Percy stopped walking to look at him. "You're going to bring me there one day, right? I wanna see your lake."

Jack did a light jump and let Wind grip his hand. "I'll take you there. Pinky promise, remember? You just need to be patient. You won't survive in there if you go now."

"But when? Tomorrow, next week, next year?"

"Soon, Percy." Jack grinned and took off to the skies. "After all, you have to drown first. But I'll make sure you'll stay safe."

I have never kicked myself out of a fandom so quick (15 hours). 'Percy betrayed', 'High school AU' and 'Modern life AU' were so prevalent I nearly coughed out a kidney. I'm only back and writing this because I found Percy Jackson and the Game. Please, tell me if you know any actual canon divergence of the universe that does not involve bashing, a feature that is incomprehensible in my mental state.

If I live to my twentieth decade, I'm updating this story, as I will with all of 100 stories.