Adapting to Time and Fate

Chapter 1

Welcome to my first chapter of this story. A few things you should know about me. I write when I feel like writing, which, being ADD, can vary from minute to minute. I do accept criticism, but it has to be meaningful, or I swear, you will be reported and your comment deleted. I don't give a fuck about swearing, shoot, swear like it's your god given gift, only as long as it makes sense, I don't care. I do however appreciate every review and show of support.

Lastly, I do NOT own Percy Jackson nor any character within the books Rick Riordan has wrote, this is my disclaimer for the entire story. I don't see how this matters as I am not actually making any money off this but apparently it's important. Thank you and I hope you enjoy the story.

-The Gift of Dreams-

Percy Jackson was dreaming. It was the usual dream, the dream of Hell. It was an easier dream this time around, much better than the dreams he has had in the past where he and his girlfriend both woke up screaming bloody murder.

This one was simple enough, he was falling, but this time, he was falling alone. It felt endless to Percy, endless, boring, and sad. Till it suddenly stopped. There was no red light and then he awoke covered in sweat, knowing the next night would likely be a big nightmare.

He was floating instead. It was rather disorientating being adrift in nothing but darkness.

Then he heard it. A rumbling.

"Perseus Jackson, Son of Poseidon, Hero of Olympus, Survivor of the Pit, Bane of Titans and Giants, the Living Nightmare of Monsters, Barer of the Sky, Sailor of the Sea of Monsters, Retriever of Zeus' Bolt, Navigator of the Labyrinth, Once Barer of the Curse of the Styx, Defeater of Areas and his Immortal Sons, Friend of Hope, Praetor of the Roman Legion, General of the Greeks, Friend of the Amazons and Hunters. My, my, Perseus, you have quite the record and that's not even all of it," A deep rumbling voice that echoed across the space.

"Well to be fair, I had help with a lot of those," Percy answered humbly, but clearly confused to where the voice was coming from as his head swiveled from side to side.

The voice chuckled in its rumbling voice. "Yes, you are quite humble, a perfect candidate for what is to come."

"Wait, what's coming? Isn't everything dead that was big with the Greek and Roman Gods?" Percy asked suspicious.

"Ah, but this is something special, it is the End. The time of closing, the final fate of all worlds created. The Great Reawakening of the Ancient Beings is just a sign of this. The End of this world draws close, but there is a chance, however small, and you are that one hope Perseus Jackson."

"Wait, what? This is something new for us?" Percy asked in shock.

"Yes, although it is not new. Merely only occurs at the end of a creation."

Percy's eye's narrowed. "Who are you? How do I know what you're telling me is the truth?"

"I know for I have witnessed it thousands of times, as all my creations have been doomed to this fate. I am the Creator, I am CHAOS!" The voice, Chaos, rumbled through the area, his name shaking Percy to his core.

The shock on Perseus' face said it all. He never expected to see the creator of the universe and all the Primordial Gods. It was a bit shocking to him, not to mention unnerving.

"I have come to you with a single purpose in mind Perseus Jackson, a single idea. One that has been tried and failed thousands of times but has come far through its memory. I want you to prevent the end of the Universe," Chaos announced.

Percy's eye's widened. "How can I prevent it? I'm only one person!" He objected.

"I will give you a single gift, one that has limitless potential. You will be given access to the domain of Adaptation. With this and the memories of the champions that came before you from the other destroyed universes, you will fight till you are strong enough to survive not just the Void, but that which lies beyond it. Past the Gates of the End, the single thing keeping this universe from being destroyed. After that, it is beyond even my knowledge to what is on the other side," Chaos then rumbled angrily," I just know I cannot enter nor see the memories of the champions before you that have entered. However, you can, just not speak of the memories of what lies on the other side as many others have found out attempting to inform me of what lies on the other side. All they have been able to tell me is that a figure stands at the far end and of pressure so powerful if they could not adapt to it, they would be incinerated in an instant."

"What if I say no? What if I just want to live my life?" Percy asked.

"Then all you know, everyone you know, everything, will be turned into energy and then condensed into me as I will then protect myself and the energy I have used to make this universe. I will then start anew."

Percy sighed, Chaos had sought him out for a reason, and he needed to trust that there was a reason for that.

"Fine, I accept."

"In that case, I, Chaos, Creator of the Universe, make you, Perseus Jackson, the Champion of Adaptation, your duty is to protect this universe with you last breath, even if it means sacrificing yourself for all you loved ones," Chaos rumbled in the dark, it suddenly brightened and I was in searing pain.

Percy awoke in cabin 3 on my bed, just as he had fallen asleep last night.

His head turned when he heard a grumbling next to him and my grin almost split my face in half. Annabeth was next to him in bed. The two had been sleeping in the same bed ever since getting out of Tartarus. They clung to each other like life lines. She was his everything.

"Wise Girl, wake up, its morning," Percy coaxed with a smile as he stroked her face lovingly. Her beautiful grey eyes opened up, brightening his world up as if they held the sun.

"Mmmm, is it morning already? I was sleeping so well, no nightmares," she sighed blissfully.

Percy kissed her forehead, which in turn made her smile and sigh in bliss.

"Come on, we need to get up. Your brother will kill me if you stay in here too long. We both know he all but watches my cabin with binoculars in one hand and a drachma in the other," Percy laughed.

Annabeth snorted. "Yeah, he does do that, doesn't he; I'll have to see about getting him to stop doing that," she replied, then got a devilish grin as she climbed on top of me, "Then it will just be you, me, and whatever we make of that time."

I blushed ferociously at those words. We hadn't gone that far yet, although we had gotten close on more than one steamy occasion. However, even I got the context of what she was implying.

I turned us around with her on her back. "No kids yet Wise Girl, let's wait a bit on that, but I wouldn't mind going that far with you, so long as you want to go that far," I teased. Now it was her turn to blush.

"I didn't mean that much, I'll get on the pill, then we go as far as we like as much as we like," she teased right back.

Percy chuckles and then kisses her lips. He pulls back before she can deepen it with a crinkling gleam in his eyes.

She huffs at the denied make out, then fixes him with a glare. Which he laughs at even harder.

"Come on, let's get up, I'd rather your brother didn't come and knock my door down, again," Percy said through the left over laughing.

Annabeth rolled her eyes, it was one time. "Fine, but that means you need to get off me."

Percy got off his girlfriend and then proceed to the bathroom. He took a quick shower and left the bathroom with a towel around his waist. As he exited Annabeth walked up to him, kissed his cheek and went into the bathroom for her own shower. After Percy got dressed for the day, he walked out of Cabin Three to allow Annabeth some privacy as well as talk to her brother, Malcom.

He didn't have to wait long. Malcom walked up to Percy with a smile.

"How did you two sleep," Malcom asked with a bit of shit eating grin.

"Peacefully for once actually. I had a bit of a weird dream, but it seemed like Annabeth didn't have anything wrong last night, so I guess that's a positive," Percy answered with a slight smile.

"Sure that's all you two did last night?" Malcom asked with a raised eyebrow.

Percy leveled him his famous deadpan did-you-really-just-ask-me-that look.

"Alright, alright, none of my business, just curious," Malcom said as he began to walk off.

Suddenly a set of images pasted in front of Percy's vision. His eyes closed and his head hit the ground.

-Memories, oh sweet Memories-

After Percy saw only darkness, there came a flash of intense memories. Every memory of champions past flowed through Percy's mind's eye. Hundreds of thousands of lives flashing in his eyes in an instant. He knew every champion as if he was them, but at the same time, he wasn't. Through these memories though, he noticed one thing. They were all immortals, every last one of them was an immortal of some sort that had lived for thousands of years, knew things beyond his human capacity to know, yet he knew. HE was the first mortal being to receive this power. That posed an interesting question, why was he the first mortal to have this power?

This thought was short lived as soon he had more pressing issues. Such as walking up.

"Ugh, my head feels like Zeus smacked it with his bolt, ow," Percy grumbled.

Annabeth all but leaped to his side, concern shining in every feature of her face. "Percy! Are you okay? Malcom said he came to talk to you and just as he was leaving you dropped."

Percy lifted himself up a bit before clutching his hand to his head, it really hurt to think.

"Percy?"

Percy looked at his concerned girlfriend. He sighed and said, "I'm fine, my head just hurts, I don't really know what just happened. I just saw a bunch of images, no, memories, not even my own. Their all still in their rattling around."

"Why would you get memories that aren't yours," Annabeth asked, a seriousness striking in her eyes.

Then it hit him. Last night's dream was no ordinary dream, it was real. He was to save the world, again.

"Chaos. He visited me last night, said something was coming, something that could destroy everything. He convinced me to be the champion that would face this force supposedly. I just received all the memories of champions past that have failed and their worlds were reabsorbed by Chaos so he could start anew," explained Percy. He got paler and paler as he explained. The reason for that was his girlfriend was slowly turning a violent shade of red.

"They can't leave us be for even a year before the next threat, and why does it need to be you? Why can't someone else solve this? We've done our part! We should be able to go to college and enjoy our lives!" Annabeth exploded out.

Percy reached over and touched her hand drawing her attention back to him.

"I can't claim I know why it was me, but regardless, if I don't learn my new gift that Chaos gave me, everything we know will be destroyed by Chaos, there will be no left over remains. No souls, no other immortals, just energy he will store to make everything again. It will be as if we never existed."

Annabeth looked away for a second before drawing her eyes to him. "Okay, then let's do this, one more time, then that's it, we are officially retired from the hero business."

Percy looked into those beautiful eyes of hers and nodded. This was it. If he succeed he would never be a hero ever again. He would try and live a regular life.

"Let's get started then."

Okay, so that's chapter one. I hope it was good and I hope you will all enjoy the story as I continue to delve into it. If you have any ideas, please do submit them. I do have the general story outlined to how I want it to turn out, but a new idea could easily change that.

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