Oh my God, KillWilson, an update two days early? Why so soon?

Yeah, well, I'm ten chapters into this story. And I'm kinda depressed after that Season 14 finale and mind-blown after watching Avengers: Endgame, and then I thought to myself, why not?

So I'd like to thank all of the people who reviewed the last chapter. I'm glad you liked it and I hope you like this one too. I'd also like to thank the people who favorited and followed this story, and I'd like to ask them to also please review. Your feedback is very important to me.

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Percy Jackson and the Master of Magic

When Percy and Annabeth are asked to stop a monster by Reyna, they think it will be an easy last quest before retirement. But when the mission goes horribly wrong, Percy Jackson finds out just what kind of monster he could become.

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson or its characters, Rick Riordan does.

Reminder: This story is AU as of The Burning Maze. In this AU, it's been two years, and the defeat of Nero, Commodus and Caligula will remain mysterious save for the fact that Percy and Annabeth participated in the defense of Camp Jupiter. I kinda wanna stick away from Trials of Apollo for the most part, since this is my thing.


"Annabeth?!" Percy shouted.

"Do you have any idea who we are?"

"Please."

"No, stop!"

"You'll kill me regardless of what I do."

"I'm sorry I can't help her now."

Percy watched as the Roman healers tried forcing ambrosia and nectar down Annabeth's throat and another was trying to sprinkle unicorn horn shavings into the chest wound Lamia had made.

They were in the camp infirmary and Percy was covered in blood and monster dust. His face was hard, unreadable yet obviously hopeful.

Finally, the healers stopped. One looked at Reyna and Frank, standing next to Percy. The healer shook her head and checked her watch.

"Time of death, four thirty-eight, P.M." The healer said.

Reyna held Percy's hand and said, "I'm sorry, Percy."

Percy's eyes were red, filled with anger and pain. He wouldn't give up. He'd bring Annabeth back.


Chapter 2: The Famous Final Scene


Percy walked around Temple Hill, going through each shrine. He was like a ghost. Every demigod and faun that passed him didn't give him a second glance. Finally, he arrived at where he wanted to be.

The temple of Jupiter Optimus Maximus.

Percy looked at the statue of Jupiter.

"I know you can hear me." He said hoarsely. Nothing happened, but the eyes of the statue seemed to be watching him.

But there was no response.

Percy sighed. "Did you know," Percy said aloud, "that there is a small sewer system built under temple hill. The Romans designed it to pull about 800 pounds of water from the Little Tiber every few minutes in order to maintain the grass, feed water into some of the temples, and allow clean water for the priests to use. If you don't grant me an audience, I will destroy this and all of the other temples with that water. Now, answer me!"

For a moment, there was silence. Percy could feel his heart pounding, and there was a loud banging noise that shocked him out of the silence.

Suddenly, he was in the middle of the Throne Room of Olympus. All of the seats were filled. Hestia was watching him warmly from her hearth, but the other gods had cold, disinterested looks in their eyes. Poseidon and Hades were absent, but Zeus was eyeing Percy with distaste.

"And what gives you the right to demand an audience and threaten our temples?" Zeus rumbled.

"Because I saved you!" Percy shouted, face red from anger. "I beat Kronos, I fought the giants, and I even helped Apollo beat the Emperors, despite the fact that I was retired. All problems caused by you!"

"You insolent…" Ares started.

"And then," Percy continued, unabashed. "I do one last quest. Killing Lamia, another one of your messes, and…"

Athena leaned forward. "And what?"

"And Annabeth was killed." Percy said, tears falling down his face.

Athena leaned backwards, her stony face becoming an unreadable mask.

"While Annabelle's-" Dionysus started.

"ANNABETH!" Percy interjected loudly.

"-death is regrettable," Dionysus continued untroubled. "What exactly would you like us to do about it?"

Percy paused.

"Well, spit it out, boy." Demeter snapped. "We don't have all day."

"I want you to bring her back." Percy said. Hestia eyed him sadly.

"No." Zeus said.

"Why?" Percy demanded. "You've done it before."

"Yes, but only under dire circumstances." Zeus said.

"You mean, only when it benefits you." Percy retorted.

"Excuse me?" Zeus asked.

"You gods only revive mortals when it benefits you." Percy affirmed. "And after everything Jason and I did to try to change things-"

"Do not presume to bring him into this!" Hera shouted angrily.

"- and none of you have changed at all." Percy said. "He'd be ashamed and angry to have served you all so faithfully for so long. You're just as selfish as you were before. Only one step above Gaea and the Titans. A lesser of evils, yet evil nonetheless."

The room was completely silent. Hestia' Hearth crackled. The goddess herself had disappeared.

The temperature dropped and Percy's heavy breaths came out in puffs of mist. The reek of ozone was heavy in the room.

"The only reason you are still alive," Zeus venomously whispered, lightning crackling in his beard, "is because of what you have done for us. Because I am allowing it. Go. And never return. Never again will you have the aid of Olympus on your side. Next time I see you, I will cast you into the depths of Tartarus to suffer and die."

"Goodbye, Mr. Jackson." Hera said, waving her hand.

Percy opened his eyes. He was back at the temple. "Damn you!" He shouted, as ruts of water opened around all the temples, flooding the hill.

...

"I think its time for Annabeth to return to Camp Half-Blood." Reyna told Percy gently. "Her funeral will be held at home. Are you going with her?"

"Yeah." Percy grunted. They were sitting in the Principia.

"Also," Reyna said. She pulled something out of her pocket and handed it to Percy. It was Annabeth's cell phone. "Thought you'd want it."

"Yeah, yeah." Percy said, opening the screen up. "Thanks."

"Annabeth is going via Pegasi." Reyna said. "Wheels up in an hour."

"Thanks."

...

Percy was walking through the road, absorbed in Annabeth's phone. He scrolled through the contacts and found what he was looking for.

Percy called Magnus Chase. He listened to the line ring, and it rang until it hit voicemail.

"Um, hey, Magnus." Percy said into the phone. "Thought you'd like to know, that, uh…Annabeth, she um, she passed yesterday. The funeral is gonna be at Camp Half-Blood tomorrow. I'm about to head that way now. Listen, I know you're probably busy with like Ragnarok stuff, but I'm trying to get her back and I could really use some help, so, uh, if you think of anything, just give me a-"

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Percy ended the call. He hung his head, scratching the back of it with the phone, then he slammed it against the wall of the Principia. It shattered. There was a symbol representing the Olympian gods hanging on the wall.

Rage filled Percy, and he beat and shattered the wooden symbol savagely. Campers passed him, averting their eyes.

...

Hours later, Percy helped load Annabeth into the Chariot. She was wrapped in a silvery cloth embroidered with Camp Jupiter's insignia. They took off, headed towards Camp Half-Blood.

...

Alabaster was furious. Lamia had killed Claymore. His last friend.

He was back at the Irish bar. There was no need to worry about her anymore. Percy Jackson had taken care of it.

Percy Jackson. His name filled Alabaster with revulsion. Because of Percy, Alabaster had lead most of his siblings to their deaths. Kronos had been defeated. And now the gods sat in Olympus, pompously being serviced by the demigods who kept them strong with prayer and need.

Not for much longer. He said to Alabaster.

"What do you mean?" Alabaster asked.

"I mean, everything is going according to plan." He said. "Perseus asked the gods to resurrect his love, and they rebuffed his deal. He is filled with rage, and pain. He is vulnerable and his friends will be of no help to him."

Alabaster waited.

And that's where you come in. The voice said with finality, like a knife being dragged down Alabaster's spine.

...

...

...To Be Continued?


So, I'm really interested to know, who d'you think Alabaster was talking to. Let me know in the reviews, and have some fun with it.

(cries as he realizes Supernatural is on its last hiatus.)