Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson nor do I own some the elements of other works such as the Host and Homestuck that may come into play later. There is no need to have read either of these to enjoy this fanfic as only certain aspects from each are used.

A/N: This story is based off of the events and characters after Mark of Athena (As well as Titan's Curse) and the future of the characters from that point. If this is being read after House of Hades comes out, it will most likely be AU

Journal Entry 1

June, 2007

It felt strange, writing that date.

June, 2007.

And it sounded so good. That after all that I've been through, all the horrors and atrocities that I'd witnessed in my short 22 years, that I could just start over. Make a new life for myself and leave the dirty work to the 11 year old boy with dark hair and green eyes who was just now leaving for Montauk with his mother.

Yeah right.

I don't think that I ever truly believed that things would get easier for me. Not since that fury attack all those years ago. Not since I stepped through the boundaries of that dreadful, awe-inspiring, dangerous, wonderful camp.

No, being a demigod, I had been cursed with this fate since birth. And like all heroes, the downward slope by which I had fallen had just seemed to get steeper and steeper as the years had passed.

I should probably introduce myself though. After all, if I don't survive the next few years, then I suppose this journal will be all there is that is left of me.

My name is Percy Jackson. As I said, I am 22 years old. Until a few months ago, I had lived in a world torn apart. A world where the forces of the earth and strangers from another land fought an endless battle for dominance. A world where the gods and all those who I had ever loved were now dead.

Am I a troubled person?

Yeah.

You could say that.

Between literally travelling through the deepest pits of Tartarus for almost 2 years, defeating a Titan lord, puking up aliens in their attempt to take over my mind, and watching as two of my oldest friends sacrifice themselves for me, I doubt that there is anyone left in any time period that could claim that I am completely sane.

Even now, as I stare at my mom's old apartment in the busy Manhattan street, comforting in it's normalcy, I can still hear the screams of the dead and see vines which pulled at the weak, bringing them down to the earth's depths. Silver irises and red shards still haunt my dreams.

Breathing deeply to calm my rising nerves and the weight of the responsibility I now bear, I pull out the damned scepter.

It's actually quite pretty. That is, if you're into extremely expensive, ruby encrusted death-traps. I know that I'm not a fan. I didn't really like to look at it often. Though it was the reason I was here, nearly a decade into the past, it only served as a terrible reminder of all those who had died to get me to this point.

Looking at the scepter now, my mind went through it's endless list of what-ifs.

What if I had just kept my oath to her? What if I'd been able to free Annabeth before we'd fallen? What if we had been able to keep the peace with the Romans or if I could've saved people like Beckendorf or Silena or even Luke? Would it have changed anything?

If this were any other situation, I would have eventually been forced to accept that all of it had indeed happened, and to deal with it. But this wasn't just any other situation. I had traveled back in time, and I was now in a position where I could change it. I could fix things and save thousands of lives. That is, if I did things right.

I had been warned that just as much as I could save the world, it was very likely that I could screw it up even more than it had been. Being me, I knew that I would have to be extremely careful. It was times like these that I wished Annabeth was with me. She would've been able to do things right.

But of course, that was impossible.

Just like all the others, she too was gone. I had to do this alone now.

The fates had told me to be careful with the information I gave out. To never tell people who I was, and interfere only when necessary. The scepter was supposed to help with that. It would protect me from the god's sight. They could no longer sense me.

And so here I am. The hero of Olympus, standing on the front steps of my journey.

Eleven year old Percy Jackson is about to begin the adventure of a lifetime.

"I don't know where to start." I whisper brokenly.

The beginning is always a good place, a voice says from my mind, sounding shockingly similar to Annabeth's.

And suddenly, a new determination seems to fill me. Grover, Annabeth, Nico, Thalia, the gods, they're all counting on me. If I don't find a way to right the wrongs of the past, to fix our mistakes, then it's all over. I couldn't save them once.

This time, it'll be different.

Thinking of the gods though, a shadow of doubt still creeps over me. The fates had told me that my biggest challenge would be to convince the gods of the need to help their children. That both would need to depend on one another in the coming days. How was I going to do that if even Hera couldn't convince her husband of it? The gods would never believe anything I had to say, even if I could tell them them entire story...

And just like that, the beginnings of an idea start to form in my head. I know what I have to do. I have one last quest to complete.

I smile to myself.

Annabeth would love this.

It's time to start my memoir.

Three Years Later after the Events of the Titan's Curse:

The gods of Olympus, Hades and the demigods in the throne room stared in shock at the journal that lay in the hands of the wisdom goddess who had just read the forward aloud.

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