Ok so before I start this story I just wanna day I don't own Percy Jackson and everything here is not exactly related to the story but instead based on a parallel external universe. So relax and enjoy as you read this tale of adventure( and possibly pain)

783 years ago…

Percy awoke in pain and misery, plagued by his bad dreams and fear. However, everything around him was fine, with not even the teeniest damage done to it.

He went next door to his cousin, Nico di Angelo's cabin and rapped on the door with the usual rhythm. However, he saw Nico's half-sister, Hazel Levesque, opened the door instead.

"Oh, it's you, Percy!" Hazel beamed at him, "My brother is still asleep, I'll go wake him up."

"I'm not!" Nico's voice rang out as he felt his best friend's shadowy presence emerge from extreme weariness. "Percy!" He lightened up as he saw his best friend. "You ready to wake Mr Boring?"

"Oh yes…" Percy grinned evilly, "He needs some serious workout."

For your information, Mr Boring was Strike D. Sight, son of Zeus who got claimed two years after the Trials of Apollo. He acted like this guy who can defeat everything when all he did was stop a kraken from invading camp and slaying it in the process. That is totally no big deal, because Percy can do it by just telling the kraken to go back into the sea and minimize much more damage than what Strike managed to do.

They eventually got into Cabin One after Nico got dressed and used shadow travelling for extra stealth. Strike was snoozing peacefully and they looked at each other for a plan.

Percy took out an alarm clock with all sorts of wires attached to it and placed it down beside Strike's head and smiled. "Got Leo Valdez to make this for me. The effects are awesome, just wait." Percy then pressed a button and quickly shadow travelled out of there with Nico.

They hid behind the bushes of Percy's cabin and heard a loud gurgling of water and Strike's screams muffled in the process.

"Looks like it's a success, then." Percy high-fived Nico and they chuckled silently.

"Jackson! Di Angelo! I know it's you again! Show your snivelling faces right now!" Strike yelled through his cabin walls.

"And that's our cue to go." Percy and Nico ran as fast as they could to the Big House and sat down at their tables, looking innocent and trying to control their breathing.

Chiron sat on the pavilion glancing at the beautiful sunrise, and Percy immediately snapped his attention back to Nico, and they both started talking about his Mythomagic game.

"Another 'wake-up prank' for Strike, is it?" Chiron asked them suddenly with interest.

"Uh, yes indeed, Chiron." Nico answered with a gulp.

"Well he deserves it, you know." Percy said without the slightest tone of fear. "He's a big arrogant jerk who tries to steal everyone's attention."

Breakfast came and went but Percy did not expect what unexpected would not expect. Strike went on with the day without a sound, but there's this grin on his face that shows that he's up to something.

Ignoring Strike and his ego, he went down to the beach in the afternoon, wanting to have a swim with Bessie, the Ophiotaurus. They swam together and had a very intense race. Percy lost, obviously, because he could not match the legendary creature.

When he resurfaced from the water and walked onto the beach, he saw a couple, a boy with lightning blue hair and a girl with blond hair kissing alongside the beach. Well, happy day for these demigods. Wish they have a good day-

Before he could finish that thought, he heard his girlfriend Annabeth's name uttered by the boy's mouth, and he immediately decided to take a closer look.

He crept along the water, shielding himself from views using the waves. As he got closer, his guy twisted and belched softly in horror, it was Strike and Annabeth together.

"What if Percy finds out?" Annabeth was asking.

"You don't need that useless boy who doesn't care for you at all." Strike said, and Annabeth nodded.

"You're right, Strike. You're way much better than Percy." Annabeth said as if she never knew Percy at all.

That was when Percy had enough. He stepped out of the waves and dried himself as he walked up to them. "Oh, he really is WAY better than me." He spat bitterly.

Annabeth suddenly watched in horror as he realized what she did. "Percy, I'm so sorry, I don't know how but-"

"I don't need to hear it!" He yelled as he ran back into the waves and disappeared.

Percy ran, his mind whirling, into his cabin and fell on his bed. How could she ever do this to me?

Dinner came and he sat alone at his table, depressed to the point that he had no appetite. Strike sat at his own table, smirking in satisfaction at him.

Then the strangest thing happened the next day: Everyone stopped talking to him and we're staring at him with either disbelief or anger. He wasn't sure of what happened until Nico came up and told him that Strike has been spreading rumours that he cheated on Annabeth.

He had enough. If this is what his so-called friends are, he will be better off without them. He stormed into his cabin and used his hydrokinesis to lift all his belongings into a water ball, and rode on a water column into the sea in the cover of the night.

He had expected his father to welcome him, but the sea was rough as he made his way wearily to Poseidon's palace. The guards also shoved him away even though he revealed his identity, leaving him on land, scared and alone.

He was walking when he unexpectedly stepped on a trap. The ground just opened up, and he flailed helplessly, falling faster than ever. He smelled an insane scent of waves of monsters. Tartarus. He thought. How can his luck be so bad?

He willed the River Styx to cushion his fall as he got up, staring at the walls of The Pit. He can hear the primordial god's heartbeats again.

He summoned the water from the River Lethe, brainwashing all monsters that came his way to kill him. But then the unexpected happened, a scythe sliced him straight on his weak spot, and Ichor spilled out of him, weakening him instantly as he fell down into the Pit's floor. He saw Porphoryion standing over him, holding Kronos's scythe.

He tried to snarl at the Giant, but his aura was fading entirely. Why does the Fates have to be so cruel? He thought as he lost his consciousness completely.

He woke up in stellar space as he regained strength and stared around for an answer of where he is. Suddenly, a creature rose from the eternal abyss, a form of stellar mass and stars embedded within itself. The oldest primordial god. Chaos. Percy realized as he saw his glorious future in the endless void…. and he reached out to make it his own….

And starting from that moment, he's on his way to become the most powerful being and the ultimate Savior of the world.

Do you guys like it? I will write more!