Percy POV

The line from the great Prophecy echoed in my head: A hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap. My whole world tipped upside down, and I gave the knife to Luke.

Grover yelped. "Percy? Are you . . . um . . ."

Crazy. Insane. Off my rocker. Probably.

But I watched as Luke grasped the hilt.

I stood before him-defenseless.

He unlatched the side straps of his armor, exposing a small bit of his skin just under his left arm, a place that would be very hard to hit. With difficulty, he stabbed himself. It wasn't a deep cut, but Luke howled. His eyes glowed like lava. The throne room shook, throwing me off my feet. An aura of energy surrounded Luke, growing brighter and brighter. I shut my eyes and felt a force like a nuclear explosion blister my skin and crack my lips.

It was silent for a long time.

When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in the throne room on Olympus. Instead, I was standing in a fireplace. Did the explosion after Luke stabbed himself knock me out, and I am currently dreaming?

No, I know what demigod dreams feel like, and this is not one of them.

The place I was standing in looked like the strangest Pub I ever saw. Not that I've been to many Pubs. I am 16, after all. The Pub was dark, and only a group of older people sat on the other side of the Pub. All the members of the group looked strange. They were wearing what looked like oversized bathrobes and large pointed hats.

My first thought was Monsters, only Monsters could have such a strange sense of fashion. I thought about Echidna on the Gateway Arch in St. Louis, I could imagine her walking around in such odd robes.

I checked my pockets for Riptide and felt much safer when I felt the reassuring weight of my Pen in my pocket.

Only then I realized that I was standing inside a fireplace. Did Hestia save me from the eruption of Kronos' power by transporting me to another hearth?

I think I was standing there for at least 5 minutes until I realized something else. It was a strange feeling somewhere in the back of my head that told me that me being here is wrong that is an offense to the gods.

If that is the case, it looks like I have done everything right. Offending the gods is one of my specialties.

Suddenly the fireplace next to the one flashed with green flames, and two people exited the fire. An old woman with some kind of bird on her hat and a young boy who was probably around 11 years old.

"Madam Longbottom, here for the Hogwarts stuff for your grandson?" The barman greeted the old woman.

"Yes, yes, Tom only here for business," the woman, apparently Madam Longbottom, answered.

"Of course, ma'am, of course," the barman replied.

The women and her timid looking grandson walked straight threw the bar towards a door.

British? I tried to identify the accent of the two people, and I am pretty sure that they are British. So what on earth am I doing in Britain?

I do not know how long I was in the fireplace without knowing what I am supposed to do. I was still wearing my ancient Greek battle armor and looked like I fought a whole war without ever sleeping between the battles (which isn't exactly accurate but is close enough to the truth). Even though all those people looked extravagant, I do think that I would still be easily identified as someone who is not supposed to be here. The Mist might hide my armor, but those people do not look like your average Mortals, so the Mist is probably unable to shield me from them. It is strange enough that none of them seems to realize me until now.

I slowly exited the fireplace I appeared in and began slowly walking towards the door threw which the woman and her grandson exited. My instincts immediately told me that I should not go to this door. I froze in place and looked for another exit. My whole body was now in full battle mode, and I was ready to cut everyone down who tries to approach me.

I found another door on the other side of the Pub. Still, nobody seemed to notice me, and when I reached the door at the end of the Pub, I felt like I just evaded a terrible Monster, which says a lot since I fought against the king of the Titans about 15 minutes ago.

The whole time nobody seemed to recognize me. Perhaps the Mist does work on them, but if that was the case, they still should be able to see me.

After I exited the Pub, I was standing on a busy road. I could see a giant Ferris wheel in the distance, but before I could think about in which city I was, I saw something that made my blood freeze in my veins. On the other side of the street sat three ancient looking women in rocking chairs. Were they the ones who made me walk threw this exit of the Pub? I immediately tried to run back into the Pub. I would prefer to fight any Monster that might be in there than talk to these three old hags. But when I turned around the Pub I just exited was no longer there. Instead, I was standing between a record shop and a giant book shop. Was it hidden by the Mist? Probably, but then I should be able to see it again if I simply concentrate enough.

"We have to talk," The voice of an old woman said in my head.

When I turned around, all three of the Fates were looking at me.

Nobody else on the street seemed to recognize them. I, on the other hand, was terrified by them just as terrified if not even more terrified then when I saw them the first time a few days before my first quest.

After I looked at them again, I saw them knitting a pair of giant socks I immediately recognized. They were the same socks they finished when I saw them for the first time, but this was impossible. They cut the string that day. Lukes string and sealed his Fate.

After I walked towards them and stood before them, I said the only thing my ADHD allowed me to say.

"I thought you finished them the last time we met"

The answer the one in the middle gave me to my statement really confused me.

"We have not met Perseus Jackson."

"Sure, we've met. Don't you remember? On my Bus ride from Yancy Academy, I was fired from there. Thanks for that, by the way."

The response from the left sister was as strange as the first response.

"You yet have to attend Yancy Academy, Perseus Jackson."

"What? No, I don't want to go back there, this school is terrible and without Grover even more so."

"You do not understand Perseus Jackson. Just because something happened to you, it does not mean it happened." Said the Moire on the right.

"Can either stop talking in riddles or send me back to Olympus? I think that I should be there when the gods return to the Throne Room. Annabeth and Grover are probably already missing me and wonder where I've gone"

"Grover Underwood and Annabeth Chase are currently not in the Throne Room, and they are not missing you. We have a lot of time for this Conversation before anyone starts missing you."

What on earth are those crazy old women talking about? I really have no idea.

"Probably, we should tell you the current day to avoid further confusion." The left one said, "It is August 18th…"

"Yes, I know," I interrupted them. I might have been very impolite with that, but those 3 old hags really began to annoy me. I know that the earth was supposed to be destroyed on my birthday. The whole so-called great Prophecy was about that.

"…2001" The Moire continued, ignoring my interruption.

"Seriously? Time travel? You are kidding me, right? I must live my whole life again. And since you are here, I am probably not allowed to return to them because of time Travel rules. The grandmother Paradox or some shit like that?"

"You know the daughter of Athena really is not justified calling you Seaweed brain."

"And what on earth am I supposed to do for the next 16 years of my life? When the gods find out about me being older than 16, even though I am not 16, yet the Timeline is going to be royally screwed."

"And that is exactly why we brought you here. Only one goddess ever visits this place. The others ignore it." She said, pointing at the Pub which magically appeared again between the record shop and the bookstore.

"And which goddess might that be? It can't be one I am going to meet, right?"

"You are going to meet Hekate."

"The goddess of Magic? But she fought for the Titans in the war. There is no way she is going to do that when she knows that they are going to lose."

"Hekate will do what we ask of here."

"And why should she do that? What I know about goddesses is that they do not like to do be told what they should do."

"Yes, but Hekate is well informed concerning the workings of the world. She will help to prevent the creation of a Paradox. Fate has to be prevented from collapsing at all costs."

"What do you mean with Fate would collapse?"

"This is information you do not have to know. What is important for you is that you do not interfere with the Titan war in the future. If you do would be interfering, we will have to cut the strings of all the people you were interacting with to prevent too much damage."

"So, you are threatening my friends?"

"Yes!" the Fates answered in unison.

"So, what am I supposed to do now?"

"Go to the bartender and get a room for the night, the money is in your pocket. Hekate will come to you tomorrow."

And with that, the three women left. Leaving me alone with far more questions than I had before. Why is Hekate the only goddess whichever visits this place? Where on earth am I? Why are those old hags hate me so much? And what on earth am I supposed to do for the next 16 years? I honestly hope that those questions will be answered tomorrow by Hekate, and she does not speak in riddles like those three hags.

I'm honestly not sure what should think about what the Fates told me. At the end of our discussion, they obviously threatened my friends and every other person who fought in the Titan war. Still, there must be something I can do to prevent some of them from dying.

My life is not going to be easy for the next few years. My life never gets easy.

When I walked again towards the Pub, the immediate feeling of danger was no longer there, but it still felt like I did not belong there. When I walked into the Pub, a voice immediately asked.

"What can I do for you, Mister?"

It was the Barman, Tom, who ignored me when I was in there for the first time.

He was cleaning the table a group of those strangely dressed people sat before I left Pub a few minutes ago.

"Do you want anything? Butterbeer, perhaps?"

"No, thank you, Sir," I responded. "I would like to book a room for the night."

"Of course, Mr.?"

"Blofis," I answered. It was the first name that came to my mind, and it is probably better to use a fake name, even if the gods usually do not observe this place.

"Of course, Mr. Blofis, of course. A room is one Galleon per night."

I reached into my pocket and found a bunch of gold coins. I handed the barkeep one of them and hoped that this was a Galleon. Everything else would be really embarrassing. It looked like it was because Tom simply nodded.

"So, you're an American? What are you doin here in Britain?"

What should I answer to his question? When you make up a lie, it should always have some truth in it. At least this is what Annabeth always says. I already miss her.

"I'm here to meet some distant relatives of myself."

"Any difficulties durin' your travel?" Tom asked me while he led me threw the Pub. It took me a few seconds to realize that I was still wearing my armor.

"No, I had just a few disagreements with one of my cousins."

"Sure, sure," Tom answered, handing me a key after we reached the Bar "Room eleven's free."

"Thank you" I accepted the key and went upstairs.

The moment I reached the bed, I immediately fell asleep into a dreamless sleep, something I did not have for years. Perhaps the gods indeed will not bother me here. After the war, I was extremely exhausted. A few hours ago, I fought the king of the Titans and prevented him from taking over the world, and now I am in a weird Pub in Britain 16 years in the past.

My life is seriously messed up.

AN: This is my very first story, and I never wrote anything before this, so I really hope you enjoy reading this. The reason I changed the year in which the stories take place is pretty idiotic, to be honest. I was born on August 18th 2001, so my Percy was also born in 2001. That is all there is to it.