"A half blood of the eldest gods
Shall reach sixteen against all odds
To see the world in endless sleep
The hero's soul cursed blade shall reap
A final choice shall end his days.
Olympus to preserve or raze"
- The Great Prophecy
I stared at the once beautiful Manhattan from the Empire State Building. The prophecy came true. I had saved Olympus from Kronos's wrath, but the price was the lives of all my friends.
Grover, that stupid satyr, sacrificed himself to save Juniper and many other nymphs from several giants. Nico di Angelo had gone down fighting among the hoards of monsters from Kronos's army.
Thalia fought to her last breath to avenge her fallen huntresses. Chiron had fought Kronos himself to buy me some time. Dozens of fallen heroes littered the streets of Manhattan from both sides of the war.
I took Annabeth's death the hardest. She had died protecting me by throwing herself in front of Kronos's scythe to protect my Achilles Heel. Annabeth had died to let me save the world and I took her sacrifice the hardest.
The Olympians themselves were weary and tired. They no longer basked in the strength I had felt when I first saw them when I was twelve. They were exhausted from the battle with Typhoon. The mortal world was in chaos because of the Olympians' negligence as they tried to repair themselves.
Mortals can now see through the weakened Mist as Hecate has lost so many children during the war that she no longer cared for her duties. Monsters roamed the streets as the demigods were now gone.
The world was dying even if Kronos was gone.
I was allowed to stay at Mount Olympus since Camp Half-Blood was destroyed. The Olympians had pledged to rebuild the camp, but I was the last demigod alive. The camp would be no use to me.
I longed for the days before the Great Prophecy. It was no heaven, but I had shared it with all of my friends. I could still remember the Stoll brother's tricks on the Demeter Cabin and Nico's refusal to wear anything but black. I could see Grover nervously munching on a tin can. I remembered Thalia's silver arrows and electric blue eyes. I missed Annabeth's smirk whenever I said something stupid and the way her gray eyes shined.
I would do anything to see my friends again.
"Hello Perseus Jackson."
I jumped. My hand reflexively uncapped Riptide.
A woman stood beside me. She had an ageless quality to her with blue-black hair down to her waist and translucent skin. She was wearing a jet black Greek chiton that seemed to be an endless black hole. The most frightening thing was her eyes that were pure white without any pupils.
"I am Chaos, young demigod."
I narrowed my eyes. Chaos? The embodiment of the void? Well I guess anything is possible.
Chaos smiled. "I assure you that I am Chaos. I am the world before it had been created. I am the one who made the world back when it was just a void of darkness."
"Did read my mind?" Percy grimaced, just his luck to meet another all powerful being.
"Of course. Mortal minds are so easy to read."
"What are you doing here? I know you wouldn't come only to annoy me. Though I assure you that you already accomplishing that task."
"How arrogant, but you are correct. I am here to save humanity."
"Why? Wouldn't the death of humanity create more chaos."
Chaos sighed as if she had been asked that question too many times. "It is probably to hard for your tiny human mind to understand. Curse the gods for giving you humans curiosity. If you wish to know I created the world. Everything you know trace their origin back to me. Humans are like my playthings. They don't deserve too much of my attention and I don't particularly care for them, but I don't want to see my toys wasted and thrown away. Besides, humans create so much chaos that it powered me through the millennia. I don't want them gone."
I snorted, "You want to save them for yourself. You are just another selfish being. You are just as evil as Kronos."
"There goes your legendary trait of insolence." Chaos was not even perturbed. "I suppose that is how you mortals think. I came to being before there was Good and Evil, I don't care for such things."
"How are you going to 'save' humanity?"
"With you."
"What!?" I was definitely not expecting Chaos's answer.
"You, Perseus Jackson. I have seen your life. I know that you want to see your friends again. If you will help me save the world you will see them again."
"I don't care for cheap necromancy tricks. There is no way to bring back the death."
Chaos smirked. "No. You will see them like you remember them before death. I will send you back through time to your trip to that silly museum trip you went to that started this whole downward spiral. You can relive your life, correct your mistakes, and save all your friends as well as humanity. All you have to do is keep your identity a secret and of course I cannot speak for the future that will be caused if you make the wrong decisions. It is your choice. Either you stay here and rot or you change the world."
Chaos had backed him into a corner. As much as I despised her, the choice to be allowed to see all my friends was overwhelming.
"I agree to your stupid plan."
"I knew you would see my way."
Chaos snapped her fingers and Percy felt as if he was on fire. He saw a white light and the world went black.
Chaos smiled. Percy was on his way to the past. She created a replica of his body underneath a collapsed pillar. Everyone would think that he was dead and wouldn't try to find him.
Chaos looked out across the destroyed Manhattan.
"Good luck Perseus Jackson."
This story came to me when I was reading Harry Potter redo fanfics. There were millions of them. Then I searched Percy Jackson redo fics and there were none. I decided to write this.
If you have anything to say leave it in a review. If you think it is horrible tell me why. The next chapter will hopefully be longer.
- SWP
First Updated: June 15, 2013
Edited: September 7, 2014
- Changed POV to first person.
- Grammar check