As Fate Deems It

Summary: Poseidon never had an affair with Sally. But Percy Jackson is still the "demigod" son of Poseidon. "My Lord, I am with child, our child." Amphitrite, the immortal wife of Poseidon, said.

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians Series. It is owned by Rick Riordan.

A/N: Sorry for the late update… College life is murder… Especially, in my chosen course… All we do is research and analysis… Oh well it is fun for me but consequently not enough time for my fanfictions.

Another A/N: I'm going to stick to the Percy POV style of the original books. Peace OUT!

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I Not-So-Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher

Ok let's start… Where to begin… huh? Who knew that trying to tell my own story would be so hard…? I guess the beginning would be nice don't you think? Ok let's go.

In the beginning there was only Chaos and out of the Void came Erebus and Night. Everything was silent and dark. Then out of nowhere came Love, beginning order, and from Love came Light and Day… And what did you say? That's not what you meant? Then what did you mean for me to start from the beginning? That IS the beginning.

Oh… not the beginning of Life… Haha, silly me. Then where do you want me to start…? My life is rather dull if I can say so myself. That is, before the threads of the Fates started working their magic. Let's start there shall we?

You see, I never wanted to be a demigod or half-blood.

If you're reading this because you THINK you're one of us, my advice is: go to your mom or dad and let them tell you what you have to do. And don't be selfish, don't try to lead a normal life, you'll just end up hurting people around you.

Being a half-blood is scarily dangerous. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful nasty ways. And that's not even the worst part for me…

If you're a normal kid that thinks this is fiction, read on, I envy you. But if you recognize yourself in these pages and feel something stirring inside - Stop reading immediately. You might be a half-blood and when you realize that... they can sniff you out and they'll come for you.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

My name is Percy Jackson. My full name is Perseas (1) Atalanta Pacificia Jackson. What a mouthful. Anyways, I'm not your normal half – blood you see I'm actually a true goddess with gods as my parents that is until my rebirth to Sally Jackson, my mortal mother, my other biological mother but enough of me let's start MY version of a Series of Unfortunate Disasters…

I'm twelve right now… Yeah, yeah shut it. I really am twelve. Just because I just said that I'm a goddess don't mean I'm a full-grown one. I'm a godling and I'm really 13 in my God Years… enough of that. Now, until a few months ago I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for demented, ahem, troubled kids in upstate New York.

Am I a troubled kid?

Heck yeah.

I could start at any point in my, at least for now, short miserable life to prove it; but things really started going bad last May when our 6th grade class took a field trip to Manhattan - 28 mental – case kids with only two teachers on a yellow bus, heading to the Metropolitan Art Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff.

I know - it would sound fun for an Athena kid right? But for me, it's just in between torture and fun, most Yancy field trips are torture though.

But Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was with us so I had hopes. I'm suspecting the old horse is hiding something. *wink* *wink*

Mr. Brunner was this middle-aged (Yeah more like a few thousand.) guy in a motorized wheelchair (Now that is some cool magic.) He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard (still wanting to uphold the old tradition of beards there Chi… I mean Mr. Brunner?) And a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee. Others wouldn't think he's cool but he is, he told stories and jokes and let us play games in his class, plus I knew just who he was, well at least in speculation. He had this collection of Roman armors and weapons, so he was the only teacher whose class didn't bore me to death.

I hoped the trip would be okay. At least, I hoped that for once I wouldn't get in trouble.

Gods, was I wrong.

You see, bad luck follows me like a lost puppy. And it really showed his sad face whenever I'm on field trips. Like the one time when we were at the Saratoga Battlefield, I was aiming at a dragon that was eying the kids with me but of course, I hit the bus. HIS children never did well in long – distance attacks. Then one time we went on a behind – the – scenes tour of the Marine World shark pool and this poor shark asked that I pull a certain lever so that the other sharks could come in his aquarium, of course I would hit the wrong lever and the whole class took an unexpected dip. And the time before that… Well, you get the idea.

This trip, I was determined to stay good.

All the way into the city, I put up with Nancy Bobofit, the freckly, red-headed kleptomaniac girl (I really hope she's not my niece.), hitting my best friend Grover in the back of his head with peanut butter and ketchup sandwich. Can I say gross? Gross.

Grover was an easy target. He was scrawny and he cried when he gets frustrated. Well not exactly cry but bleat. You see I was warned that there would be a Satyr in every school and I definitely knew Grover was one. We share the same dorm, and (why the Hades is a girl paired with a boy in the same room anyways?) I could smell his Eau de Chevre (2) from our bathroom. I'm awesome like that, exceptional senses. I can't guess his age but I do know that satyrs live a LONG, LONG time and ages slowly. He's in disguise so he walks like he's got a muscle problem, lucky guy… doesn't have to do PE, but just you wait if there is Enchiladas on the menu in the cafeteria. Whoo-hoo! The goat sure can run!

Anyway, Nancy Bobofit was throwing wads of her sandwich that stuck in his curly brown hair; she knew I couldn't do anything. I was already on probation. The headmaster threatened me with death by in school suspension if anything even remotely interesting happens in the field trip.

"I'm going to kill her."

Grover tried to calm me down, "It's alright, and I like peanut butter." While he dodged another wad of Nancy's sandwich.

"That's it." I stood up gearing for a fight when Grover stopped me again. Looking back, it might've been for the best. In-school suspension would have been boring compared to what I was going to go through.

Mr. Brunner led the museum tour, riding in front of us leading us through the orange-and-black clay pots that told me my history as a demi-god. It kinda surprised me that physical things like these could survive so long.

He gathered us around a stele for a girl our age. I was trying to listen since from what I could read from the museum's inscription, and yes I'm a better dyslexic than others since I can somewhat control the letters, that the girl was a daughter of Ares. But everyone around me was talking and I kept telling them to shut up but each time I do, Mrs. Dodds, our pre-algebra teacher kept giving me the evil eye.

Mrs. Dodds is this little math teacher from Georgia who always wore a black leather jacket, even though she was fifty years old. She looked mean enough to drive a Harley right into your lockers. She had come from Yancy half-way through the year when our last math teacher had a breakdown. From the very first day, she deemed me demon-spawn (Do I look like Uncle Hades' kids? Of course, if I was then you would've loved me. Then again…) and just about adored Nancy Bobofit (I pity Uncle Hades if she was his.) She would point her bony finger at me and say, "Now, honey." And I knew I was in trouble.

One time I erased answers out of old math notebooks until midnight. I told Grover she was a monster. And he said, "You're absolutely right." Oh, and did I mention that she stinks? All monsters have this smell just like nothing else it's the same for half-bloods to non-humans except we probably smell like prime rib steak.

Mr. Brunner kept talking about Greek Funeral art. Finally, Nancy Bobofit snickered about the naked guy on the stele, and I turned around and said, "Will you shut up!" It came out louder that it should have.

Mr. Brunner turned to us and asked, "Did you have something to say Ms. Jackson?"

"No sir."

Mr. Brunner pointed to a picture on the stele and said, "Perhaps you'll tell what the picture represents?"

Oh it had to be that… Stupid old horse.

"That's Kronos eating his kids."

"Yes." Obviously he wasn't satisfied.

"He did this because…"

"There was a prophesy that a child would overthrow their father, cutting them up to a million pieces. Kronos, King of the Titans and Titan Lord of Time, did this to his father. Ouranos, the protogenoi of the sky. Fearing that this prophesy would also apply to him; he made sure to eat his children. What he didn't know is that his wife Rhea hid their youngest, Zeus, by giving her husband a rock instead of Zeus himself. Zeus found a way to free his siblings. There had been a war and the Gods won."

Some snickers could be heard from the group. Behind me, Nancy Bobofit mumbled to a friend, "Like we're going to use this in real life. Like it's going to say on our job application, 'Please explain why Kronos ate his kids.'"

"And why, Ms. Jackson," Brunner said, "to paraphrase Ms. Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in real life?"

"Busted." Grover muttered.

"Shut up." Nancy hissed her face even brighter red than her hair.

Haha she hissed. If she didn't seem so human I'd say she's a monster… Maybe a Scythian Dracanae… At least she got packed too. Mr. Brunner was the only one who ever caught her doing anything wrong. Talk about horse ears…

I didn't even need to think about his question, THEY drilled the information into my head. "Letting Envy and Jealousy rule your heart can give you a bad stomach ache; and it can lead to disastrous ends for the one who envies."

"I see." Brunner had this calculative look on him. I like him to think that I know something is going on and the next thing he knows I'm just another half-blood that doesn't know about her history yet. "Well, I'm tempted to give you half-credit but it had been well said so full-credit. Zeus indeed feed Kronos a mixture of mustard and wine, which made him disgorge his other five children, who, of course, being immortal gods, had been living and growing up completely undigested in the Titan's stomach. The gods defeated their father, and sliced him up to a thousand pieces with his own scythe, and scattered his remains in Tartarus, the darkest part of the Underworld. On that happy note, it's time for lunch. Mrs. Dodds, would you lead us back outside?"

The class drifted off, the girls holding their stomachs and the guys pushing each other around and acting like doofuses… Huh, no wonder Artemis hated men if they're already like this at our age… But then again I've met SOME good men.

Grover and I were about to follow when Mr. Brunner said, "Ms. Jackson."

I knew what was coming.

I told Grover to go ahead then I turned toward Mr. Brunner, "Sir?"

Mr. Brunner had this intense look that belied his actual age, thousands of years of experience… Not that I'll let him know that I know that.

"Ms. Jackson, you must know how to properly answer my question. While your answer was satisfactory in knowing the moral, there are more to it than meets the eye."

"Sir, did you just quote Transformers?"

"Uh, yes I did."

"Ok. But sir. The question… Are you talking about the Titans?"

"No child. About real life and how your studies connect to it."

"Oh."

"What you learn from me, is vitally important. I will accept only the best from you, Percy Jackson."

"Oh believe me sir. I know more than you think. I better go sir, Grover's waiting." Brunner was somewhat stumped with my answer and I didn't let him answer back and just left.

I wanted to tell him. I feel compelled to tell him everything. He keeps pushing me so hard and I'm happy, it only means he cares.

I mean, it sure is cool on tournament days when he dressed up in Roman armor and shouted "What ho!" and challenged us, sword-point against chalk, to run to the board and name every Greek and Roman person who had ever lived, and their mother, and what god they worshipped. Mr. Brunner expected me to be as good as everybody else, no he even expected me to better, as he should anyways but I don't want to let him know that I know yet.

The class gathered on the front steps of the museum, where we could watch the foot traffic along Fifth Avenue.

Overhead, a huge storm was brewing, clouds blacker than I'd ever seen over the city. THEY must be fighting, the weather in New York has been nothing but weird since Christmas. Massive snow storms, flooding, wildfires form lightning strikes. I wouldn't be surprise if a hurricane blew in. No one else seems to notice. Some guys were pelting pigeons with Lunchables crackers. Nancy Bobofit pickpocketed from innocent tourists and Mrs. Dodds didn't see a thing. Grover and I sat on the edge of the fountain, away from the others. We thought that maybe if we did that, everybody wouldn't know we were from that school - the school for loser freaks. Grover asked if I got detention and I just answered, "Nah, not from that old horse. Just wish he'd lay off some, I'm not some kind of genius."

Grover had this startled look and he looked on contemplatively, I masked my emotions with disappointment so that he wouldn't read me so easily. I thought he'd actually tell me now but… "Can I have your apple?"

Oh… What the… Oh, Grover… When are you going to tell me? I can't just sit back and watch a potential WWIII coming… And yes I know some details but Cousin Luna *wink* *wink* did a pretty good job teaching me to shield my mind from god's wanting to hear my thoughts… So I just shrugged and gave him my apple.

I watched a stream of cabs going down Fifth Avenue, and thought about my mom's (3) apartment, only a little ways uptown from where we sat. I hadn't seen her since Christmas. I wanted so bad to jump into a taxi and head home. She'd hug me and be glad to see me, but she'd have this disappointed look and just send me right back to Yancy. Dad's been talking to me about mom… I hope one day when all of this blows over that she accepts… She's a queen among mortal women.

Mr. Brunner was reading a book while eating celery; his wheelchair had a red umbrella stuck from the back of his chair, making it look like a motorized café table.

I was about to unwrap my sandwich when Nancy Bobofit came and dumped the rest of her sandwich on Grover's lap. And the little mortal had the nerve so say. "Oops."

I tried to control my anger, but the sea does not respond well to control. A wave roared in me and the next thing anyone knew, Nancy Bobofit took an unplanned swim in the fountain. Everyone who saw it murmured how they saw the water rise up and take her…

Now, Mrs. I-am-your-Pre-Algebra-teacher-but-I'm-actually-a-monster Dodds, as she practically materialized beside me, I asked to myself, 'what are you going to do?' Now, I'll know what kind of monster you are.

As soon as Mrs. Dodds helped out Ms. Cheetos-face out of the fountain she turned to me. I swear I saw her eyes turn red hot coal. "Now honey…"

"Yes ma'am." I will not aggravate this further.

"Come with me then."

Grover, the brave but foolish satyr in disguise tried to stop her and present himself as the culprit but was denied by Mrs. Dodds.

It was not a hallucination that Mrs. Dodds was already up the stairs in a few seconds. She's definitely a monster. I gave a glance at a smirking Nancy Bobofit and I deemed her worthy for me I'll-kill-you-later glare, which she shivered upon seeing.

"Honey," Mrs. Dodds barked at me "now."

As I ascended the steps to my first true monster encounter, I saw Grover trying to get Mr. Brunner's attention.

When we finally got back to the Greek and Roman section, I saw her once more red hot coal like eyes glaring at a big marble frieze of the Greek gods and she was growling.

"You've been giving us problems, honey." She started.

"Oh, really? What did I do, Mrs. Dodds?"

She tugged at the sleeves of her leather jacket, looking at me like she saw me in a new light. A completely evil smirk overtook her face. "You think you could have gotten away with it didn't you?"

"I don't think I have anything worthy of you and your kinds' attention."

"You cheeky little… We are not fools, Percy Jackson. It was only a matter of time before we found you. Confess, and you will suffer less pain."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just a normal mortal who never knew her father." I was smirking right then. I knew I had no weapon but somehow I knew that someone will pull through for me.

"Time is up!"

Then she changed into her real form. Her eyes began to glow like barbeque coals. Her fingers stretched, turning into talons. Her jacket melted into large, leathery wings. She was a shriveled hag with bat wings and claws and a mouthful of yellow fangs.

Shit… I'm going to be flayed.

But then I was right, Mr. Brunner wheeled in and threw the pen in his hand, "What ho, Percy!"

I caught it. Mrs. Dodds, the Erinye, lunged and I side stepped. The second I got my bearings back, a feeling of nostalgia and pure unadulterated love washed against me… Anaklusmus… Riptide… My mother's (3) weapon of choice. The pen magically became the sword then. I felt safe.

I readied my stance as naturally as possible and when Mrs. Dodds came back I swung with all my might. And down she goes with a Hiss! Mrs. Dodds was a sandcastle in a power fan. She was monster dust.

Anaklusmos returned to its pen form and Mr. Brunner had already left.

I went outside and was greeted with Nancy Bobofit's hideous face and she said, "I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your butt!"

I was surprised that everything worked so fast.

"Hmph!" was all I could answer. The mortal turned away satisfied.

I looked to Grover and said, "I hope Mrs. Dodds doesn't come back, neh?"

Grover looked like a scared little Billy goat. I smiled.

"Mrs. D – Dodds? Who's that?"

Silly little satyr – in – disguise, you don't know how to lie.

"Of course, Grover. I hope Mrs. Kerr won't be so mean with my punishment."

I went over to Mr. Brunner.

"Ah, that would be my pen. Please bring your own writing utensil in the future, Ms. Jackson."

"Ah but sir, I thought it was my dad's, you see mom told me that he had a pen just like this, I would remember since she had a drawing of it. And Mrs. Dodds will not be missed, really now Uncle should be more careful on whom he's sending to teach me a lesson, neh?" I winked at him and left to join the rest of the class. I didn't look back but I was sure that Mr. Brunner had a shocked but contemplative look.


(1) Say it with me, Per-say-us.

(2) I got that from Sea of Monster from Grover himself.

(3) Mom is Sally Jackson and mother is Amphitrite.

(4) Percy knows who she is but her scent is only as strong as an undiscovered half-blood because she has Hera and Artemis' permanent blessing of family and of protection from the wild. She knows she's a demigod and that she's got a destiny but not sure what it is… So for the most part she is just another normal demigod. That is, haha, almost as bright as an Athena kid when it comes to Greek knowledge… Get it? Poseidon… Athena… Oh just get on with it…

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