Geez this was tiring. Okay so here is the idea I was planning posting, I won't do relationships YET since there are going to be a lot of possibilities due to the story arc, but I want your opinion on what powers should Percy gain.

YARN

EREBUS POV

I woke up with my arms protectively wrapped around Nyx. I sighed and closed my eyes, trying to get more sleep, I was too comfortable to get up. She mumbled and curled into my side. I felt better than ever, I was a primordial and I was with my wife, I held a bit tighter, she was my reason for trying so hard to reach my old status. I missed her more than I could have possibly imagined.

I was just about to drift off when I heard three voices spoke, "It is time. Bring him here."

I sighed in annoyance, and got up. Nyx got up and rubbed my shoulder soothingly, and I got to me feet and stretched. I walked to the entrance of the cave and focused on the constellation of the wolf; I began to exert my power and focused on it. I strained mentally and forced it to come down; the stars flickered and began to dim. There was a flash and a dazed Percy Jackson crashed into the floor at my feet.

The Three Fates picked him up, "Time to give them their last goodbyes."

I watched as they flashed away, and said, "Nyx let us go to the olden lands, I want to see my home again."

ARTEMIS POV

I kept my face expressionless as I nailed monster after monster down, the familiar twang of my bow firing arrow after arrow seemed to soothe my aching chest. It was almost nighttime and the stars would soon be present. I would see Percy again, even if he wasn't really alive, it would make me feel better to know that he was visible, but it was bittersweet at best. The hunters had worried about me when he had died, the first year I was a wreck, I hunted without talking, and didn't sleep at night. Everyone except for Apollo and Poseidon didn't know why it had affected me so much. Thalia was inconsolable, and the other hunters were trying to help, but Thalia wouldn't talk. Tears would stream down our faces at completely random times.

From what I heard Nico and Jason weren't doing any better. Nico had retreated to the underworld and had been slaying skeleton warriors, building them back up, and then slicing them down again. Jason wanted to go to tell his mother but we all went with him. Telling his mother was terrible, when she saw us she smiled, she was obviously pregnant and joyous. then she saw our expression and saw Percy wasn't with us, she paled. when we went into her living room and began to tell her, she began to mutter 'no...no...no!'. When we were done she was sobbing in Paul's arms screaming in pain and loss, it was just as bad as our first cries, and if not worse. We had loved him but this was his mother. Sally had put on a brave face at the funeral, for one time she was allowed on Olympus with Paul. We all had to keep busy or else we felt like something weird might fill up the hole in our hearts. The night soon came I walked out of my tent and looked at the stars. The wolf was still there, howling. I felt something warm trickle down my cheeks, I knew they were tears, I had been shedding too many for me not to know. Then the stars began to flicker. My eyes widened, the stars were flashing brighter and brighter and suddenly dimmed, back to normal flickering stars.

I heard a horn ringing, and I knew it was the emergency call of the Olympians. I quickly called out to Thalia and we both flashed to the throne room. Everyone was there, all the gods and the demigods, they were many different expressions, ranging from shock, worry, and pure anger. Poseidon was emanating an aura of pure anger and hate. I was to angry, the fact that one of Percy's last memory was gone had my rage spark like nothing else. Right then a flash happened into the middle of the throne room, the Three Fates were in the room cradling an unconscious Percy. My heart leaped into my throat.

"Percy..." I whispered my hands over my mouth.

"He won't be conscious and unfortunately, when you see him next in your existences, you will not remember who he is and what he has done." They said.

"What?!" Roared Poseidon.

"You say your goodbyes now." They said.

The throne room was in frozen shock, again our goodbyes to Percy? We wouldn't remember him, why- no...

How?

"How can you do this to us?!" I screamed angrily, Apollo flashed behind me and restrained me; struggling in his grasp, I yelled, "You can't just expect us to let him go!"

"Unfortunately for you, moon goddess, it isn't up to you, or anyone else in this area, or time, Percy is needed for greater tasks, and the path he will need to take to receive those powers, he will walk a treacherous path there's no one else has ever walked before." They said.

"No!" I screamed, several gods leapt forwards and I pulled free and reached, but the world spun and everything dissolved.

PERCY POV

I had just kissed Selene, and then I realized:

I. HAD. JUST. KISSED. SELENE.

I mean she was beautiful, and it wasn't like I was going to see Artemis unless she faded, which I hoped to Chaos (who did exist) that never happened. Selene looked absolutely radiant and happy beyond words. It made me smile, but I felt uneasy. Was this really okay? She was leaning in again when Zoe walked in on me and Selene and her jaw dropped in shock.

I hadn't mentioned that Zoe was one of my best friends here. She called me a moron for dying, until she heard how, she was appalled when she heard that Artemis and I were in love, but did say I was one of the best men ever. She was happy that she at least had someone to talk to, she asked me about life in the hunt after she left, but laughed at Thalia becoming the lead huntress. She constantly sparred with me, the first time we fought, she was down in a couple of seconds, she was shocked, she had never expected me to beat her, so she went easy on me. I told her not to. The next time she worked harder but in the end, she kept losing to me unless we're both sparring with knives. She had been gracious enough to teach me knife fighting, and how it was an off hand weapon. I had blended with my sword style and she gave me a hunting knife in congratulations when I beat her with a single knife, which took a long time, considering I was still a newbie. I thought I would have to spend alot of time teaching her how to talk modernly, but she was already taught by most of the other gods.

"Percy!" Was her sharp reprimand.

"Um...hey?" I said sheepishly.

"You. Me. Talk. Now."

"Okay." I said weakly.

We walked quite a ways off, and Selene decided to head back to the Palace. And abruptly she turned to face me. I almost cowered under the glare she was giving.

"Was that you're first kiss with her."

I blinked, "...Um, yeah?"

Wasn't she mad?

She rubbed her hand over her forehead, "Look Percy, I understand you and Selene had a thing, but is this really what you want?"

I slid to the ground and sat cross-legged, "I know what you mean."

Zoe came over and rubbed my back sympathetically, "You do?"

"Yeah," I said, "I know she look like Artemis, but that isn't why I like her, her personality is similar, but even so she is unique, she isn't a substitute, and I love her for who she is. Every time I say that though, I imagine Artemis and I wonder if it fair what I am doing, I miss Artemis more than you can imagine but even so, I also am in love with Selene." I ran my fingers through my hair in agitation, "Goddamn, my life sounds like a soap opera or some idiot sitcom."

Right then my form rippled and I gasped in pain. Zoe shot to her feet, "Percy?"

"Agh! Urg-gah!" I began screaming and writhing, not since the Styx or becoming a werewolf had I experienced being in this much pain. My vision was turning black and I saw Zoe's panicked face blur and melt into a blob of multicolor sight that was dimming. I gasped and light slowly faded as I felt my very being be pulled from the sky.

When I woke up I was in a cave, a very strange shimmering cave. I groaned and put a hand to my head.

"Ow...my head..." I grumbled.

I got up and began walking, I figured there had to be a good reason for me to be here, otherwise, I really need to find some sort of job that pays for the massive amount of pain I go through. The cave shimmered with a myriad of colors and depictions of heroes. I thought I may have seen one or two of my achievements glimmering on the wall. I walked into a large chamber, torched glowed with multicolored fires and three women sat facing me as I walked in.

"Percy Jackson." The spoke in unison.

"Ummm...yes?"I replied brilliantly (note the sarcasm).

"We are the three fates and have called you here to protect the world from cataclysm."

"OH COME ON!" I shouted, "I SAVED THE FREAKIN WORLD THREE TIMES ALREADY, I FREAKING DIED THE LAST TIME! DO YOU THREE STILL HAVE TO BE SUCH BITCHES TO ME?!"

They chuckled, and my jaw dropped.

"You are one of the only people who we can truly trust that will get this task accomplished. Therefore you must become the emissary of fate and guide history along it's destined course. Along the way you will the skill and powers necessary for you to avert the war coming."

"By who?" I growled, I wasn't happy.

"Between Erebus, his wife Nyx, his brother Aether, and his wife Hemera." They said.

"But I destroyed Erebus!" I protested.

"We revived him."

"What! After dying and all the pain I had to endure? After my death?" I yelled.

"He was always destined to return, but he needed the humility of losing to a demigod, but your destiny is to become the strongest demigod and more. Therefore you will need stronger weapons."

They stretched out their hands and my Olympic blades and riptide flew into their hands. They pressed the weapons together and there was a flash of light. At the same time, the weapon scorched marks pressed into my upper arm began to itch and burn, shifting. It became a single sword. When it all died down, a beautiful white, bronze, and gold blade was in their hands.

"This blade forged of enchanted weapons, and inlaid with blessed silver is named Atman Ragnarok, or Final Soul of the God-killing Battle (rough translation). It is unbreakable and melds to the soul of the wielder, growing alongside them. It is yours, and has been waiting, take it."

I reverently reached out and place a hand on the hilt, lifting it. I felt a hum travel through the sword and into my arm, as if my entire body was a tuning fork struck against and object. My soul leapt in elation and I instinctively knew this sword was mine. It melted away and I felt my tattoo burn as it aligned itself with my body's and soul. When I summoned it, I drew a few lines through the air. It was one-handed and almost an extension of my arm, it felt so natural. I let it melt away into my tattoo.

"That is not all you will receive young hero, take this."

They handed me a pitch black short sword, it was light and I felt a malevolent air around it, but it bent to my will and aligned itself with my soul and joined my tattoo.

"It is named Oricalchum Night and also goes by Obsidian Heart; it is unbreakable as your other blade is. It is malevolent in nature but will bend to those who have a strong will and can deny the fates against all odds to survive. As an emissary of fate, you will be able to alter fate to a minute degree, but to will be forced to allow some fate to go as destined, despite how wrong it feels. Terrible consequences will happen should you try to alter those. Go now, Percy. Find your place in history and grow, we will guide you."

They place a hand on my chest, and the next thing I knew, I was falling, deep deep down into the abyss of the past.

There! Finally done! How was it?