Disclaimer: I don't own characters created by Rick Riordan. This is FanFiction, so I guess that goes without saying...

Vote on the poll on my profile page! It's different!

All I'm asking is what your favourite time period in history is. I have decided on a story idea that is different from what I had for the poll earlier. But the only thing is that I want to know which time period you all would prefer. The main character will be Percy (yet again); however, I still have options on non-European eras simply because I find those periods intriguing. I would include 20th century history, but I kind of prefer times in which machines guns aren't around, simply so that I can make slightly more sense in keeping people alive.

The options are:

Feudal Japan (1100s-1800s)
Shogunates, samurai

Ancient China (400 BCE - Ming Dynasty)
Dynasties, warring periods, Four Great Inventions

Golden Age of Piracy (1650 CE - 1750 CE)
Ed Teach, Rackham, Bonny, Read, West Indies {Caribbean}

United States Revolutionary War (1775-1783)
George Washington, Iroquois, 13 Colonies

United States Civil War (1861-1865)
Union vs Confederates, slavery

European Middle Ages (8th Century - 15th century)
100 Years' War, Christianity {Catholicism vs Protestantism}, knights, castles, sieges

Arabian Middle Ages (10th Century - 14th Century)
Crusades, Muslim conquests, Arabic numbers

Ancient Rome (2nd Century BCE - Fall of the Western Roman Empire)
Spartacus, The Second Triumvirate, The First Triumvirate

Please keep in mind that for long periods, such as the Middle Ages, Rome, China and Japan, there will be a limit as to what is written. As a human can only live for so long, the time in which one lives is limited and can only span one event. Therefore, if the European Middle Ages is chosen, Percy will not survive to see the entire Hundred Years' War. Or if Rome is chosen, Percy will solely be involved in one of the three (or perhaps other) events, not all of them. Most likely, at least. Also keep in mind that if Asian countries are chosen, the less likely there are to be other "Percy Jackson" characters as it is unlikely for multiple Caucasian peoples to be in Asia during those time periods living as a part of society, other than perhaps Frank. At the same time, it would help change it from a Eurocentric-based story. Moreover, Ancient Rome, the Civil War... those are overdone. The least done would be pirates and Asia, in my opinion.

25 – XXV

Percy read the letter at his seat in the back of the library.

Hey Percy,

I just got word that a bunch of revolutionaries re-captured the city of Auroris. The tent city outside of Aeleos moved into Detroit with numbers. Apparently the people who want to fight have been trained for half a year and actually managed to drive Deu5 M0rti5 right out of the city. People who don't are apparently working in factories to make weapons. Beckendorf has been called upon by Luke to make weapons for the government. A letter that was meant for you arrived at my house. It's from a Malcolm Zenith. He wants you to contact him as soon as possible. If you don't respond within three days, he'll send another message to me, and I'm going to reply back. I think you'll want to talk to him yourself.

Cheers,
Lou Ellen

"So Malcolm's back, huh?" Percy said to himself. He looked at one of the books in his lap that Lou Ellen had recommended him. "How do these things have any relevance, Lou Ellen? Maybe you should just keep me on track. Eh, whatever. You're not even here. I'm talking to myself. Isn't that sad?"

Sighing, he opened the book. He glanced at the table of contents. Obviously, Zeus was first. He scanned the list for Poseidon. For some reason, Poseidon was right in the middle of the book with half as many pages as Zeus, as if the world was screaming how unimportant Poseidon was. At least he wasn't as bad as Hades. Percy flipped to the Hades section, which was literally ten pages in the back of the book. Considering the book about the Big Three was over five hundred pages long, that was pretty pathetic.

Percy flipped to the start of Poseidon's section.

The first thirty pages or so were describing his origins. Percy kept flipping, trying to find something interesting.

There was the story of how Poseidon had married Amphitrite. Percy had heard the story before, but the book gave him a more detailed description as to what the original myths had said. After the book had listed the many sources of myths and their credibility, the combined myth went something like this:

Amphitrite, the daughter of Nereus and Doris, was one of the fifty Nereids. She was the only one of the fifty Nereids who wasn't really okay with Poseidon's affection. She wasn't the kind of goddess who wanted to marry. Similarly to Hestia and Athena and Artemis, Amphitrite wanted to keep her virginity. But unlike the three Olympian goddesses, she never swore an oath to never have sex. Instead, she spent her days roaming the Mediterranean Sea.

As usual, she was extremely beautiful. She had the same black hair as Poseidon did, but her eyes were dark like mocha. Her personality was kind and gentle. She had a beautiful smile and a radiant laugh. And like pretty much every young, innocent, virgin girl in ancient myths, she wore a simple white gown rather than an elaborate, dazzling dress.

Poseidon was pretty depressed because of her constant avoidance. Many of the sea creatures around him easily picked up his distress signal, but the one that finally came to his aid, simply because he was annoyed that Poseidon was being such a downer, was Delphin the dolphin. Delphin was a simple dolphin god who would eventually become Poseidon's lieutenant for his service under the Sea God.

When Delphin asked Poseidon what was bothering him, Poseidon told him all about Amphitrite. Wanting the annoying depressed mood to go away, Delphin agreed and promised to find Amphitrite and convince her that he wasn't such a bad guy.

He found her at the edge of the Mediterranean, near the mountains of Atlas, watching the sunset filter through the water.

He spoke to her and eventually managed to convince her that marrying Poseidon wasn't such a bad thing. After all, she wasn't the kind to be super jealous. Godly jealousy was about a hundred times more violent that human jealousy. A good example would be Hera and Heracles, the most famous son of Zeus. Hera tried to kill him. Several times. But later on, when one of Poseidon's kids Theseus came to visit, she treated him like an honoured guest. That basically meant she actually talked to him.

Poseidon and Amphitrite would end up having three kids: Triton, the most famous of the three; Rhode, the one so beautiful they thought she might have been Poseidon's and Aphrodite's daughter; and Benthesikyme, probably the least known. Triton was like Hermes, except under the sea. He was Poseidon's most loyal soldier, the messenger of the sea, and the fabled merman who aided the Argonauts on their journey in a desert lake named Libya. He was the father of Pallas, the foster parent of Athena. Rhode was born on an unnamed island in the middle of the Aegean. Lesser known than her brother, she lived quietly and peacefully. Her island would come to be known as Rhodes. Rhode eventually became a consort to Helios, who although was married to Perse, still treated Rhode fairly. Rhode and Helios eventually had eight kids: seven sons and a daughter. Their seven sons would be known as the Heliadae, in contrast to Helios' and Clymene's seven daughters called the Heliades, and were expert seafarers, warriors and astrologists. Their daughter, Electryone, lived on Rhodes her whole life and was worshipped as a heroine. She died a virgin. Benthesikyme was married to an Ethiopian king named Enalos… And that's pretty much all there is about her.

Unfortunately for Amphitrite and her three children with Poseidon, they were lost in the Great Collapse. There was no exact time period recorded of when the Great Collapse happened, but that is speculated to be when most of the deities were lost.

Percy found a few other interesting stories about how Hera and Poseidon and some other gods had tied Zeus up eliciting some crazy punishments (Hera got the worst one), how Poseidon raped Demeter as a horse (great job, Dad), and how Poseidon got romantic with Medusa at the foot of Athena's statue in one of her temples (gods, Dad, just because you hate Athena doesn't mean you should sacrifice an innocent girl's humanity for revenge!).

But it was the latter part of the chapter that piqued his interest.

He got back to the Great Collapse. There was a primary document tucked into a flap inside the book. Percy pulled it out and read the letter. He realized that it was in the ancient text.

My family,

I write this to you in hopes that you are still alive. The world has changed much. No longer do these lands represent Greece. No longer does Athens sit on the coast of the Aegean Sea. Now as I traverse these lands and find people starving and scavenging, wondering what this mysterious place is, I realize that this is the children's doing. My son, Aniketos, has perished from this world in hopes to rid it of those monsters we always feared as children. Thank the gods they no longer roam the countryside. But I fear something bad has happened.

From,
Mama Chloe

EDIT: This is the end of my life, my grandson. I hope you pass this on one day… the day the gods have ceased to exist. Zeus came to me himself. He… he says he is stuck. He is no longer a god. He cannot transform out of human form. After the disappearance of many of the gods, he fears this is a result of Aniketos' actions.

There were more letters. All of them said similar things. In the years following, many claimed that the gods had gone missing.

The summary afterwards summed up what had been interpreted.

It was due to the efforts of Aniketos, Rhode and Theodora that led to the Great Collapse. It is believed that an unnatural phenomenon resulted due to the Great Collapse which caused the disappearance of the gods. According the many sources collected throughout history, a map (on the following page) of what the world looked like before the Great Collapse has been documented. As well, it appears as though half-bloods only exist because the main gods had been kept alive due to the mortals' belief in them. They were turned into magicians of sorts: never to turn back to their godly form but still to have magical powers and superhuman abilities, such as teleportation, personal godly powers, superhuman gestation periods, and so on. However, as a result, they have become more human in nature.

Percy flipped to the next page. He was awed by the map that had been laid out. The landmass named Greece was not in the center of the map, and although most of what had been documented was people living in a land called Hellas, or Greece, the map extended much farther west than it did east. Perhaps it was because to the west was ocean and to the east was land.

Staring from the west was an ocean named the Endless Sea. Quickly, it narrowed into a strait between two large landmasses. There was a dot on the map labeled THE PILLARS OF HERACLES. The landmass to the north was called Iberia. The landmass to the south was nameless, but Percy saw mountains nearby called the Mountains of Atlas. It widened as the Iberian coast turned north. The strait opened up into what was labeled the MEDITERRANEAN SEA.

The coast of the southern landmass continued until it reached a point just west of an island called Sicily and south of an island called Sardinia. It curled south for a bit before turning nearly flat. It curled back north for half as much as it curled south and flattened out again. The land there was called Libya. Further east along a river called the Nile was a civilization called Aegypt and below them, Aethiopia. Once the land passed the Nile, it curled back north in a sort of crescent shape and turned back west. It went along the coast of a land called Asia Minor. Once Asia Minor reached about two Sicilys away from Hellas, its coast turned north and reached a small strait between lands called Thrace. The strait was called Hellespont.

North of Asia Minor was a sea called the Euxine Sea, and on the east coast of the Euxine Sea was Colchis, the setting of Jason and the Argonauts' Golden Fleece. Meanwhile, west of Thrace was Macedonia. South of Macedonia was Thessaly. West of Thessaly was Epirus, and southeast of both Thessaly and Epirus was Attica. South of Thessaly and Epirus, across a channel, were the lands of Achaea and Acadia, which together made up the Peloponnese Peninsula.

Across the Ionian Sea, just north of Sicily was a land called Magna Graecia, which was at the south end of a boot-shaped landmass called Italia. The west coast of Italia led north to the south coast of Gallica, a land northwest of Italia and northeast of Iberia. The Gallican coast met up with the Iberian coast.

It looked like a magnificent map, but it made Percy wonder why the ends of the land had not been mapped out. The entirety of the world had been mapped out by Olympians, including all coasts. Why had these Greeks not continued further?

Percy looked at the scale. A side note at the bottom of the page stated: All of the conquered lands by the Greeks measure up to be a third of the discovered lands by Olympians. We do not know why they only discovered a third of what Olympians have discovered, but a theory has been made that they had only a thousand years in those lands to discover what they did whilst we had over twenty-five hundred years.

He flipped back to the small part about the Great Collapse and looked at the names: Aniketos, Rhode and Theodora.

Percy remembered Aniketos being that little baby boy in the dream he had a while back. He had no idea who Rhode and Theodora were, but if Rhode was who he thought it was he questioned why a goddess daughter of Poseidon had helped a son of Zeus.

Flipping forward, he found a postcard. His eyes widened in surprise because postcards weren't that old—perhaps two hundred years or so—and it referred to an address. The sender's named read Mister Brunner, and the address was 5869 Blanchard Street, Richmond, State 3.

Percy flipped the card around but saw no more information on it. He sighed and leaned back in his seat. The card had looked so promising, but there was nothing there. For a moment, he thought about putting it back but looking around, he saw that no one was looking. Poking his head out to the sides, he saw no one. The back section of the library was completely empty.

Secretly, he slipped the card into his breast pocket and then continued reading as if nothing had happened.

Finishing up the section about the Great Collapse, Percy closed to book and set it aside. On a notepad, he wrote down what he'd learned from the book. He underlined the three names mentioned three times to emphasize their importance.

Then he opened the next book: The Book of Spells. It was a very vague name, but it was like a dictionary: huge. Deciding that it would be better if he had a table or surface to read the book on, he moved to the center of the area. He saw a couple of college students (Had he mentioned that those who didn't make it through the camps could go to college or university and get degrees for commoner jobs?), but otherwise the 'mythology' section was rather empty.

He waited for them to clear out before flipping to the Poseidon section.

When he got to it, he realized that the Poseidon section was written in the ancient language. It was almost as if to say "Mortals can't touch this!" As he read the list of spells, he felt like he was playing a role-playing game. There was this mortal game called Dungeons and Dragons with a bunch of spells and stuff. Of course, spells were only a part of it, but they still existed. The list was nowhere near as extensive as the one in front of him, so Percy found it a little intimidating.

"To summon water…" he muttered. He frowned. "Are these… Latin?"

The page said elicio aqua.

"Why are they in Latin?" Percy asked himself. He remembered the text of the Far West. This was similar to it. "I thought… our ancient language… Shouldn't it be from Hellas or that Greece? Our ancient language is different. What is this?"

He looked at the NOTES section.

"Ever since the Great Collapse, half-bloods have been unable to use their powers without using the initiating spells at least once," he read. "Once uttered once, the half-blood will never have to recall the spell and will be able to use magic by memory. But due to the disappearance of the gods, half-bloods have been found incapable of using their powers without spells."

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. He hadn't known that was the reason why they used spells.

"Some spells are in Latin due to the discovery of magic spells during the Roman rule," he continued. "Some spells are in modern Greek due to their discovery after the Roman rule."

Percy flipped back to the list of spells.

Summoning water was in Latin, but to control water was in Greek. Elicio aqua against elenchos nero. Percy looked at a spell to summon a storm (in the Poseidon section).

He closed his eyes and said, "Typhonas."

When he opened his eyes, he found himself standing in the eye of his own personal hurricane. The wind blew the pages of the book around like crazy.

A word popped into his head: "Iremia." And the storm died.

Percy concentrated on creating a personal storm, and sure enough, it appeared. He stopped it with his own will this time.

Finding it fascinating, Percy activated a whole bunch of different magic triggers. He suddenly felt very tired and weary, but his excitement was enough to keep him standing on his feet. He was sure if he tried, he could flood the library, but that would probably a last resort. When he decided to calm down and stop, he could feel the fatigue catching up with him. He figured that his magic levels weren't too high because he rarely used magic, but wondered if practicing would increase his magic ability.

By the end of the session, Percy knew how to control water, summon it, and control sea storms. He could change water into shapes and solidify them. And he found out that his powers worked better with salt water as his dad was more of a Sea God than a River God.

Just as he was packing up, a soldier ran into the room. He had a grim look on his face.

"Hey, you!" the soldier called. He pointed toward the exit. "You gotta leave. Now. Is there anybody else in here?"

Percy shook his head. "No. Not that I know of. Why? What's happening?"

"They've finally done it," the soldier told him. "First it was the assault on Auroris a couple nights ago. Then State 4 and State 6 joined in with them. Those traitors. Plus State 3's been divided in half in Richmond. That Malcolm Zenith and his stupid Conglomerate States of Olympia. The rebels have finally moved. They're on their way to Richmond right now. And some of their dirty workers… You know the University of Olympia?"

"Yeah. The post-secondary institute. Why?"

"Five swordsmen just killed fifty-eight students."

Percy's eyes went wide.

"And the Washington Monument… gunpowder bombs."

"But gunpowder's illegal."

"Except to traitor Enforcers."

"Why do we have to evacuate the library?"

"Oh, no, Percy Jackson." The soldier's mouth twisted into a cruel smile. The soldier pulled out a pistol. "We're not evacuating the library. It's just that Luke Castellan would like a word with you."

Lee Fletcher and Michael Yew nodded at each other.

They stormed the school with their three group members and immediately split up into two groups. Michael and Lee went together, the other three went together. The two sons of Apollo burst into the first lecture hall they found. There were around two hundred students inside. Neither of them cared what or who they attacked. All they cared about was the intimidation factor. They knew they could never repay their debts, the guilt that they had gathered after what they'd done. The only way was for them to end it with a bang.

Michael went to the left. Lee went to the right. They cut down whoever they could see. It was blinding rage. They ignored the screaming. They ignored the cries of pain. It was almost as if they were like dogs.

But both of them found themselves crying. They found themselves crying because of what they were doing. They were doing something so inhumane, so cruel. Neither of them could stand to look at the dead bodies. So they kept moving forward.

In the next room, Michael found himself trapping a young couple in the corner of the room.

The guy had a wispy brown beard, beady goat-like eyes that were wide and shone with terror, and curly reddish-brown hair. He wore the classic young male clothes: jeans, street sneakers, T-shirt and a hooded jacket. He hugged a girl who looked like his girlfriend. She was wearing a cute green dress. Her face was elfish and pretty. Her eyes were green and her hair wispy and amber. She was small and petite, fitting perfectly into the guy's arms.

They begged for mercy.

He knew they could see his grief. He knew they could see his tears. He swung down without hesitation. There was a scream of agony and a scream of fright. He swung across as soon as he finished the first cut. There was another scream of pain. He swung again and again. It was like all he could hear was the sound of screaming. It filled his ears and overflowed them, like a hot liquid. His brain felt like it was melting. He felt like molten lead was being poured down his throat.

Lee fended off two guys who had found the strength to fight back. But there was a reason they had been kicked out of the camps and attended university instead. Lee felled them without a flinch. Their gargling bodies fell to the ground, ready to die in pools of their own blood.

Both of them told themselves that this was nothing compared to Aeleos. Both of them told themselves that they'd done much worse things at Aeleos. After all, that was a true sack of a city. And seldom did city sacks go without burning, dying, pillaging, and most of all, raping.

They knew they'd done horrible things. But after Aeleos, they promised themselves that they would atone for their mistakes. But here they were again being ordered to kill innocents. Here they were again being ordered to slaughter people who didn't deserve it. They should have said no. But if they betrayed the rebels, where would they go? They had already betrayed the government. There was no possible way for them to escape.

They weren't children of Athena. They didn't know what to do.

If only Malcolm was there with them, he could've helped them. But Malcolm was preparing the attack on Richmond. And Will Solace, their half-brother, was on his way to rescue Percy Jackson. Of course, the famous son of Poseidon renowned for his combat skills was more important than they were.

Resent, fury, grief and sorrow engulfed them.

The army soon showed up. Lee and Michael decided to end it. They charged.

The row of men wielding double-barrel shotguns fired at them.

Michael fell instantly. Lee felt the pain and agony of shells tearing through his insides.

The gunmen fired again, and the last sensation Lee Fletcher felt was glee. Because he and his brother were finally free. They were free from the pain-filled world called life. They were free from their mistakes and their guilt. They were free from the terrorizing government.

And they were free from the destruction that was inevitable.

I have finished writing this story and am changing gears to my next story! I would like all of you to vote on the poll if you could, thank you very much. As well, let me know what you think of this chapter. Just a forewarning, be prepared for sudden and random events.

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