Author's note- Hi. This is Keyblade King 12 and I'm finally doing a story that isn't about video games and anime. I've been thinking about this story ever since I read the 'Red Pyramid' and then reading 'Son of Neptune' finally gave me a few of the finishing touches I was looking before starting this. So enjoy.

"Next!" Charon's high pitched cold voice sounded through my ears and for a few mind numbing moments, I had to think before I realised that Charon was referring to me. The ferryman of the Underworld was finally calling on me. After years of waiting in this grey, miserable lobby, this was the moment where I would finally be allowed to be judged by the council. My life would be weighed and he would be sent to whatever field the council thought he deserved to go to.

I turned my eyes upon the skeleton man. The man checked down at his clipboard and looked at all the information there ever was to know about me. It would have been a short, but surely an interesting read. Charon smiled, as he continued to read and then looked back at me. "Sorry about the wait kid. We've been pretty busy these days, but hey. Better late than never, right? Just through that elevator." Charon pointed to the elevator that stood at the end of the lobby. And I realised this was it. My fate would be decided. Either I would go to Punishment, Asphodel or Elysium.

I entered the elevator and immediately began to move forward. The whole thing began to dematerialise and for a moment I thought I was going to fall right into the River Stynx. But I realised it was just invisible and it was very much still there. For some reason, Hades must like the idea of scaring everyone who enters his domain. As if people weren't already afraid enough? I couldn't help to look down at the Stynx river. It hadn't changed much since the last time I had seen it. Still as full as rubbish as ever. Broken dreams and desires.

As I was watching the waters sway I saw my own dreams inside of it as well. A university diploma, a cell phone and a Tupperware box full of rotting sandwiches and cookies. Silent tears began sliding down my cheeks before I was ever aware of them. I wasn't really a person to cry, but seeing those things (which may seem silly to some people, I'm sure) just reminded me how much my life was a freaking mess. Oh well. I guess I didn't have to worry about that anymore.

I landed in the black sand and I continued my way to the gates of the Underworld. I saw the way straight to Asphodel and I saw the way straight to Hades' palace, guarded by Cerberus.

"Heya boy." I said, taking out a ball, which immediately commanded the three-headed beast's attention. I rubbed all of its heads, just as a friend of mine had once done. "Annabeth says hi. She misses you, but it's hard to visit these days, you know, unless you're dead." The dog pouted and bent down. He looked sad. It had been years since he had seen Annabeth, but it didn't seem like he was any less fond of her. That was actually pretty cute…or understandable. She was a very loveable person. And with that thought in mind, the thought of the blond haired, grey eyed girl, who in the end had truly saved my soul, I faced the Council.

I didn't see any familiar faces out of the three. Nobody was particularly famous and I wasn't impressed by the people who were in charge of my future. The leader stood up and addressed me. "Luke Castellan. You stand here today to face up to your crimes against the Gods. You allowed Kronos to take over your body and use it to launch an attack on Mount Olympus and the whole of Manhattan. You are responsible for the deaths of many innocent humans and godlings.

"But you also were able to plan to go against Kronos and defeat him at the cost of your own life. You did several acts for good, before turning to Kronos, who the council can admit influenced you. I do not believe you should be held responsible for your actions under his influence."

A second council member spoke up. "But it was under his own choice to follow Kronos and he well knew what the consequences for following such a monster. He had a many number of chances to escape from Kronos, but he never took them. The actions he did were under his own choice."

The final council member stood up, apparently outraged. "Now, now. This child is no more than the victim of prophecy. The Great Prophecy had been told years before his birth, he had no choice in the matter, but to follow his destiny and be the one to join and eventually defeat Kronos. I would have him sentenced to Elysium."

The first member nodded, but he looked sad. "Luke. It seems that the council is at a majority vote to allow you to spend your days in Elysium or be reborn into the human world. However, there are people here who have other roles in mind for you." I couldn't follow what was going on. The council members spoke quickly and in my numb state, I just couldn't listen to what they were talking about, but after a few seconds I realised that I was allowed to go to Elysium. I had heard of the council taking days at a time to decide someone's fate, but they had decided mine in a matter of minutes. And now there were other people who wanted me. Who were getting in my way of happiness? Who would be so arrogant that they thought they could rule my…afterlife?

"Hello Son." Hermes entered the court room, which had now become just a simple round room, as the council had disappeared at some point, to be replaced by a group of Gods and a mortal girl with flaming red hair.

"Hermes! What? Why are you here?" Hermes looked upset, by my reaction.

"Now, now. Is that anyway to treat your father? After all, I'm taking time out of my schedule to be here personally. Otherwise you'd be hearing all this from Zeus."

"Hearing what? What's going on?" My eyes scanned the other group of people. I recognised the red haired girl as a girl that Percy Jackson had dated. Rachel something or other. I had no idea why she was here. Among the Gods were Apollo, Hades, Zeus, Hera and one that had green skin and seemed to be mummified. "Wait a sec? Are you Osiris? The Egyptian God?"

The man nodded and smiled proudly. "That's correct Luke. Do not worry. All will be explained soon. I can assure you you're perfectly safe. We wish to talk to you that is all."

The presence of an Egyptian God confused me enough that I just couldn't take it anymore. I stood my ground and waited for the Gods to explain themselves. Hermes smiled at Osiris as a thank you, and then he turned back to me. His face suddenly solemn.

"Luke. Hm…where do I start?" He said to himself. There were hissing sounds coming from his cell phone. Hermes brought it out and I could hear the high voices of George and Martha. The twin snakes that in intertwined around my father's symbol of power.

"Start with Kronos. That's more familiar." Martha said.

"Too familiar." Argued George. "You should start with Gaia or even Apophis. He needs to know more about that sort of stuff."

Hermes considered this. "Alright. Alright. Luke…after your death, a prophecy was delivered to the Greek half-bloods. It told them that they would need to defeat Gaia, who rose up against the Gods, with the giants. Percy Jackson was involved, along with a few other Greek and Roman Half-Bloods." Hermes paused, seemingly for dramatic effect. Then his eyebrows burrowed, as he looked at my expression; completely unfazed. It didn't surprise me that Percy was involved in yet another Great Prophecy. I had always thought that his life would have been too easy. There was no great tragedy there yet. Almost all heroes had a worse fate that the one that I had left Percy to live out.

Yet this wasn't why Hermes was so confused. "You're not surprised by the existence of Roman Half-Bloods…or even the Egyptian Gods. You recognised Osiris without hardly any hesitation. I know you're a hardened man, but honestly, you can't be that unemotional."

I rolled my eyes, astounded by my own father's stupidity. "And yet some people get you confused with Thoth. Of course I know about Romans and Egyptians! I didn't just gather Greek half-bloods when I was trying to bring my Kronos. There isn't enough to go around. There's loads more Romans, so we encountered a few on our way. I even found some Magicians, which is why I know about Osiris."

I put my head in my hands and shook it in disdain. Sometimes Hermes could be clever, strategic and powerful, but it seemed that whenever I was involved Hermes could never be much more than an absent minded, workaholic of a parental figure. Hermes looked upset about my outburst and took a step back.

Hera spoke up a bit. "I knew you shouldn't have been the one to talk to him. You underestimated Luke, right until the very end and now even beyond that. He obviously still hasn't forgiven you, either. Let someone else explain the situation."

Zeus looked at his wife, as if awaiting the order. "Oh not you dear." Hera said, waving her hand in dismissal. "You're not very good when it comes to these sorts of things. Giving out awards or making the call for battle is more your speed."

"I shall do it." Osiris said, although he looked rather awkward. Maybe it was because out of all the figures present here, he knew the littlest about me. I surely hadn't made the best of first impressions, but in my defence I was just about to go to heaven, before these guys had interrupted me.

"Well you see Master Castellan. Since your time, the worlds of the Greeks, Romans and Egyptians have been undergoing rapid change. The ancient forces of each of them were reawakening, threatening to destroy them all. We hoped that these were all just coincidence, but recently we have become unsure. The worlds have been intertwining with each other. The Greek and Roman Half Bloods were never meant to mix and surely the Egyptian world was never meant to mix with the others. That was one boundary that was never to be crossed, but we have learnt that some of your Gods, that were thought to have died have merely gone to sleep in our Ma'at. People who were meant to go to your Underworld have ended up in mine.

"These things shouldn't be happening, as I'm sure you are aware of. We, Gods, secretly met and discussed this. We came to the conclusion that the people of the 21st century were merely classing all of us as simply one category; mythology. But we now believe that someone is purposely trying to join our worlds. We believe that he must be the child of a God and a descendent of the Pharaohs."

I sat through this long explanation and took a deep breath. So this was what was happening in the world of the living. A dangerous, chaotic world where they were going to join together and possibly be destroyed in the process. The act of combining the world of what many mortals thought of as myth was a dangerous game and could end up destroying the Gods, in ways that weren't even conceivable to the immortals themselves. But there was still something bothering me. "What does this have to do with me? Surely you can handle this yourselves."

This time Zeus didn't ask for his wife's permission to speak. "We cannot interfere with the lives of mortals. You should know this. It is illegal for a God to take his hand against a mortal. The Egyptians also seem to hold this true, although some do seem to be taking this situation into their own hands. We would choose a living hero to take on this quest, but that is not what the fates have chosen for this time around."

Apollo and the Rachel girl finally came to the limelight. I had almost forgotten about their existence. "Luke." Rachel Elizabeth Dare began. "A few days ago, Percy Jackson attempted to take on the quest to rescue us from this figure. But the prophecy he received wasn't for him."

Apollo then brought out his lyre and, to the annoyance of all others present, began to sing. "Eight shall follow the fallen Castellan. To victory or failure he shall lead them. The two-faced one holds the key. The Myth Master shall bring misery." He looked pretty proud with himself, but then again, I didn't think that Apollo even knew the meaning of the word humility.

I sighed and looked crestfallen. "So that's it, huh?" I said, looking sadly at the Gods and the new oracle. "I have no choice. If this is what destiny has chosen for me, I can't do anything about it."

Hermes shifted uncomfortably. "Well, that's not exactly true. The prophecy just tells us about a fallen Castellan. It never specifically said you. Even Rachel says the role is open for more than one person. But I expected you to take it up. Um…" He looked over to Hades, who shrugged nonchalantly. Hermes smiled a little. "Luke, this was your second life. If you're reborn again, you can make it to the Isle of the Blest."

I blinked once. That information almost winded me. I had wanted to press for the Isle of the Blest, but to take on such a quest to do so… and there was something else in what Hermes was telling me. "Reborn? I can't just go through one of the doors and take back my old body?"

Hades laughed a little. "No can do kid. We've had enough trouble rearranging for those doors to be closed off. Besides you're old body's well gone. A hero can't take back his body, after their shrine has been burned. You'll need to reborn, but I think I can cut you a little deal here."

I froze, as did Hermes, before he turned to face Hades with a face of pure rage. "What are you talking about Hades? You agreed to help us, free of charge. What's this about a deal?"

The God of Death held up his hands, in surrender, but he had a mocking smile on his face. "Chill Hermes. I am going to help you. I arrange for Luke to be reborn today and I can help protect him from death, until the prophecy, but I can't just allow him to keep his memories right from the get go. It would cause too much suspicion, this Myth Master guy would catch on to what Luke really is, and others would probably treat him as some sort of genius or a science experiment. I can take his memories until his twenty-first birthday, and he can take on the quest.

"But Luke. Restoring your memories like that in one blow, which I plan to do, the moment you turn twenty-one, well that can cause some pretty bad problems. If you were, for example, to go insane, then I want compensation. You see Luke Castellan, if you never worked with Kronos and captured Artemis, one of my daughters wouldn't have died when she did. If you hadn't interfered, she was guaranteed a long happy life with the Hunters and my son would have been a much happier person than he is today. I hold you responsible, so if you mess up and don't live rightly through the process of having your memories returned, I'll take your life for my own and make sure you go straight to the Fields of Punishment, to spend the rest of your days."

Apollo and Osiris didn't look like they approved of the God's deal. Zeus and Hera seemed neutral about the whole thing and my father and Rachel were completely outraged.

"I accept." There was raised eyebrows and Hermes looked mortified.

"Luke, you don't have to-"

"Yes Hermes, I do. It's the only way he's going to agree to let me go anyway. But besides even that, it would be nice to live a few years where I didn't have to think about Mom…I suppose you're still going to be my father?"

Hermes stiffened at this. "Unless you would rather you had another Godly parent." He said, but I knew he would be devastated if I picked anyone else. But even though I knew this, I wanted to make him suffer a bit. My eyes lingered on Zeus and I actually had to think a bit. Hermes was probably the weakest of the Olympians. What did he give? Speed and athleticism. That could be gained from experience. What did Zeus or Poseidon give? Control over the sky and sea. But I had to make a decision.

"I suppose if I chose you, I would be more comfortable in my body. It would be more familiar." I think I saw Hera and Hermes both try to hide smiles. You could say what you liked about those two, but they really cared about family. I sighed, in total defeat. It was decided then. I would be reborn as Hermes' son and into the line of the Pharaohs. On my twenty-first birthday, I would receive the memories of my past life and I would begin to study the art of Egyptian magic and then I would lead eight people against 'The Myth Master' and possibly defeat him or fail. And if I did fail, I was doomed to the Field of Punishment for all of eternity. Wow the afterlife was really great.

A/N- Slightly short in some ways, but way too much speech, right? Well if you managed to get through that. I assure you that the next chapter will be better. This is more of a prologue than anything. I hope you did enjoy the setting of this story though.

And! I haven't decided on seven of the characters that I'll be using as the prophecy characters. So, I thought that you guys could make characters for me to use. I want Two Roman Half-Bloods, Three Greek Half Bloods and Three magicians. I'll be looking for the most interesting or one that fits in with my criteria. I won't necessarily be using your character straight away, but they'll definitely appear at least once before chapter four or five.

Here's what I'm looking for;

Name:

Age:

Nationality:

Appearance:

Personality:

Hobbies/Interests:

Patron God: (So either parent or the God that the magician channels the powers of).

Powers and Abilities:

Weapon/Items: (Can be magical or non-magical. Especially needed for magicians.)

History: (What their life has been like up until the point in the book.)

Okay? Well good luck with that guys. Hope you Enjoyed, Thanks for Reading, Please Review!