The Switch: Remix
Hello everyone. Sorry to leave you hanging for about 4 years... I began this story Immediately after Christmas, during my 8th-grade year. During that time, I had zero time for writing this and it was pushed to the back of my mind. Today, 7 Jan 2018, I was exploring my page because I decided to log in and I found that I had two stories actually posted on . That I did not delete them like I assumed I did. I want to assure you, my dear readers, that I will finish this story by the end of 2018. The first story we are going into will be Hansel and Gretel, but every good story has a prologue. So let's get started, shall we?
Prologue may cause issues for the suicidal and faint of heart. May trigger easily. Not necessary for reading. If it bothers you don't read it. This is a literal trigger warning. You've been warned
Prologue
As the June sun burned from high in the sky, a battle was being waged below it. Demigod versus demigod. Arrows rained from the sky in a never-ending hail and soldier after soldier was being struck down. Perseus Jackson stood in the mighty oak tree that once held Thalia. He remembered the Demeter cabin coming to the tree daily with watering pails. Now the tree was watered with the thick, sticky, red blood of his friends and family. This was not how it was supposed to end. This was not what the gods had promised in the slightest. He made a deal with them and his family was the cost. A dark flash on the field caught his eye. This wasn't somebody's armour or the blood of a close buddy. This stood out. Nico di Angelo, in all black, stood tall and proud on the battlefield with his Stygian iron sword in his right hand, a shield on his left arm, a quiver on his back filled with poison arrows, and a willow wood bow on his shoulder. He was dressed for victory. But this was not how his Queen should be dressed. He should be by his side in the finest of clothes with no wants, needs, or fears, but here his love stands battling for his life. Afraid of the outcome. Wanting to live. Needing safety. Perseus was a failure and as he jumped, the rope catching around his neck, he knew he would have to do it all over again. Make the timeline right. Pray to the Fates with his last dying breath to redo his life. Make the right choices and save, not just Camp Jupiter and Camp Half-Blood, but the lives of innocent civilians. The lives of people who didn't know about this world.
It was up to Perseus to make reparations. And he would if it was the last thing he ever fucking did.
Little be known to him, Aphrodite approved of his motives and set into motion a plan she entitled Remix. Let's hope this works.