The Lightning Thief Redo

by MidnightBunnyy

The 7, Nico, Bianca, Reyna, and Thalia are sent back in time to stop Luke from turning evil, stop Kronos from rising, unite the camps without Hera wiping their memories, save everyone from dying, and general hero business. Cross posted on ao3 and updates on Wednesdays and most Saturdays. Full summary inside. Rated T because I'm paranoid.

25. XXIII (sort of a chapter)

Before you ask, the sort of chapter means that this is a rewrite of a previous chapter, and a notice that I'm starting the rewrite process of some of the earlier chapters. They won't be posted until I finish them all, and I won't be changing any major details. I'm combining three chapters, but other than that the overall chapter plot won't be changing much, unless rewriting the crappy attempt at what two people obviously crushing on each other counts, if rewriting means getting rid of entirely. And I've decided I'm kicking Rachel out of the future club, because I don't even remember what I was thinking when I decided to add her. This chapter also contains the new approach I'm taking to the story.

*General PoV*

Jason was in the 5th cohort bunk he hadn't been in for years, in the camp he hadn't set foot in since the Argo II landing, and he had no idea why.

He'd been at Camp Half-Blood, which was hours away, and also where he had died, glass shard to the heart. He didn't remember anything after that, and he hoped Gaea had been killed. And,even if someone had gotten him here and miraculously fixed him up, how would they know where his old bunk was? And what reason would someone have for doing it?

He stared at the ceiling, trying to put the facts he didn't have together until he realized that he could see perfectly fine. He wasn't wearing his glasses, so how was that possible? He was near-sighted, so he shouldn't have problems with seeing the ceiling, but his bed posts were close enough that they would be a complete blur. He raised his arm and squinted at it, staring at the seven score marks on his forearm.

Wait... seven? If he had seven, that would mean this was five years ago and he had just joined the legion. But time travel was impossible... wasn't it?

He put the facts together. Seven score marks, clear vision, being in his old bunk... it would make sense. The last pieces of evidence were by the bunk opposite him. Dakota was five years younger, still sleeping in his bunk, and the calendar next to his bunk read June, five years ago.