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The Beginning: 1-4

The Crown of Dionysus: 5-?

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Hello, if you're reading this, I assume you've read the description? If not, please do.

Now, if you're reading this, I'm dead. Or at least, I think I am? This is the journal that I've kept since I first woke up as a nine or ten-year-old Thalia Grace, Daughter of Zeus. I don't plan on showing this to anyone, so I assume I'm dead if you're reading this, but then again, before my reincarnation, I was an adult. I know how times can change these kinds of things. So maybe something has changed.

Or not? Who knows. I don't, as I'm writing this. Anyway, I was born Ryan Johnson, a normal mortal in a world without gods, monsters, magic, or magicians. At least I think I did. Having been reborn as a demigod, I can't be sure of much anymore. Maybe I was a mortal blinded by the mist?

I died at Twenty-Eight years old. Stuck in a dead-end theater job, I wished every day for something to change. I guess I got my wish. How did I die? Car crash. I was taking a bus from one county to another when the driver swerved. We went off the side of the road, and that was it. Darkness...

Until I woke up. In canon or the history that I understand in canon, it's a little... Different than this world I'm in. I'm going to write down everything that has happened to me since my rebirth, I guess you could call it. If someone is reading this, then you'll see. In the canon I know, Beryl Grace is not an Egyptian magician. Thalia wasn't killed by a burst of her magic.

That's how Thalia died. Beryl couldn't accept that her son was taken by a goddess, that Zeus or Jupiter, or whatever you wanted to call him didn't love her. The magic she had been suppressing since she left the House of Life to pursue her acting career and killed her daughter. Threw a young Thalia into a wall and cracked her head.

I think that's where I came in. I'm not sure how my soul occupied her body. Maybe we died at the same time. Maybe Percy Jackson fandom is right and Chaos, the all-powerful creator of the universe decided to put me in her body, I don't know. All that I know is when I woke up, Thalia's soul no longer resided in the world and mine had taken her place. Don't ask me how I knew her soul was completely gone, I just did.

I guess I kept you waiting long enough. Welcome to my life.

When I woke up, a strange woman was standing over me. An older woman that wasn't the bus driver. She was muttering a language I didn't know, which I now recognize as ancient Egyptian.

I looked around for the bus and the other survivors, but there were no. I was in an unfamiliar room in a house I didn't recognize. I was disoriented as you might imagine. From my perspective, I had just been through a bus crash, but there was no bus to be found.

When the woman saw that my eyes were open, she stopped chanting and pulled me into the biggest hug of my life. She was practically squeezing the life out of me, this strange woman. I tried to pull away and told her to knock it off, but for a good, solid minute, she just hugged me.

I was out of breath when she let me go. "We... We have to get you some clothes."

Close I thought? I didn't have any clothes. When I looked down, the woman was right. I was butt naked, like the day I was born... Only I wasn't looking at a chubby, out-of-shape body, but the prepubescent body of a little girl.

My first thought? I'm going to jail. Was this considered child porn? God, I hoped not. As Beryl Grace went around her ruined house (see: the explosion of magic) I was left with the realization that I wasn't looking at a disgusting image. I was looking at myself. My body.

What the hell? Had I been turned into a little girl? Sure, I was hating my life, my dead-end job, and my coworkers, but I didn't want to become a girl. Much less a little girl. I was happy with being a dude.

By the time my mother came back with clothes, I had accepted that this was a dream. A crazy, near-death dream brought on by a bus crash. Any moment I'd take up in the hospital and that would be that.

Only it was. My mother packed us up both some close, apologized over and over about Jason vanishing, and then she hit the road. The single, most embarrassing event of my new life happened on that road trip. Maybe both lives. I had to go to the bathroom. Number 1. What, you might be asking, is so embarrassing about that? Sure, it's gross, we don't talk about it, but everyone does it.

You people who have to ask have never been through a body swap. It felt DIFFERENT coming out. Unnatural. Strange. It was weird and gross, and I was horrified. Yep, at that moment I wanted nothing else but to wake up. I was done with being a little girl. Done. With. It.

Oh no. I didn't wake up and I rode the rest of the way to Brooklyn horrified. Going through puberty once was bad enough, but what if I had to go through it again? As a girl? That would be... Awful.

Beryl drove us to Brooklyn, to visit her old friend. At that point, I still hadn't realized I was in the Riordan universe. Um, in the world I came from, he was the guy who wrote the PJO books. Just in case you were confused.

A mansion on top of an old factory? Strange. It had been over thirteen years since I last read Percy Jackson, Heroes, or Kane Chronicles, but something in the back of my head told me I had seen this before. Okay, not sure, but this was familiar somewhere.

I didn't make the connection until the door was open and an African American man greeted us. My mother smiled. "Amos Kane! It's been too long."

He smiled back. "Beryl Grace. The magician who went to chase fame and fortune. This must be little Thalia Grace."

He leaned down to say hi, but my mind was running a million miles an hour. Thalia Grace was the Daughter of Zeus from the Percy Jackson series. Had he... Had he just called me Thalia Grace? What?

Beryl Grace. That was my mother's name. Was that Thalia's mother's name? I was pretty sure her mother had been a normal mortal, not an Egyptian magician.

Amos Kane. That's what my mother had called him. I knew him too. The Kane sibling's uncle. The man possessed by Set.

As he welcomed us into the Nome, I noticed a calendar on the wall. The year read 1996. Holy shit. Not only was I in the body of a fictional character, but I had also gone back in time. I couldn't wait to wake up from this strange dream.

"How are Julius and Ruby?" my mom asked.

"They've bought a house in L.A. and have their hands full with little Carter. Ruby is pregnant again if you can believe it. If it's a girl, they're going to name her Sadie."

Carter and Sadie Kane? Check. At this point in time, their parents are still alive. Huh.

"Are you going to teach Thalia magic? She is old enough to go the First Nome," Amos said.

"She will be taught magic, but I will teach her... And if you're willing, you will help. I can't send her to the First Name."

"Why not?"

"Because... Because her father."

"Who is her father."

"Zeus, the Greek God of the Sky."

They left me in a large room and I imagined, went to talk about the bombshell my mother dropped on him. The room was huge, bigger than my studio apartment. It was also nice, but DAMN! I was ready to wake up in the hospital.

They called me down for dinner later and it was good, but it make me have to use the restroom, which wasn't good. I hated the feeling.

That night I gave real thought to what might happen to me if this wasn't a dream. What if it was all real? I would be a half-blood. They had terrible lives, being chased by monsters. Forced to go on quests for divine parents. Danger and death behind every turn.

If I did stay like this, I'm sure I'd have an easier life than most. Brooklyn house was protected by magic and that would shield me from monsters at least. I went to sleep with those happy thoughts, hoping when I woke up, I'd be in my hospital bed. Or at least still on the bus.

Maybe this was all some crazy dream.

I dreamed of a black void laughing. It was how the voice of Kronos was described in the PJO books. He laughed and taunted me, saying I wasn't truly safe and he'd prove it.

The dream changed once and I was standing in front of a storm, my father speaking from it: Go to Las Vegas.

When I woke up, I wasn't in Brooklyn House anymore. I was in a park, and strangers staring at me. They were given me weird looks. I tried to find my mother, but I had never been to Brooklyn before or New York in general. I couldn't find Brooklyn house or any place that seemed familiar. I did find out that I wasn't in New York anymore. I was in Richmond, Virginia.

Suffice to say, I ended up in Halcyon Green's manor. I would have died there. Unlike Thalia, I didn't have Luke with me nor did I have experience fighting monsters. I would have been killed, the daughter of Zeus dead.

If it wasn't for Bianca di Angelo, Daughter of Hades. She saved me. She was thirteen and had been out of the Lotus hotel for a year and she was a trained monster hunter. She wielded a wicked black knife of stagyian iron knife and had stagyian tipped arrows. She saved both me and Annabeth.

You see, reader, this is strange because in the canon I know, Bianca di Angel was still trapped in the Lotus Hotel. Yet here she was, free, on her way to Camp Half-Blood, where her father promised she would find a way to find her brother Nico. She was also the one who gave me the collapsible spear. I don't know how Thalia got it in canon.

From the mansion, I retrieved the shield. I even called upon Zeus' power there for the first time. Both wind and lightning. I can't recall Thalia ever using her wind power and I heard it explained away to me because of her fear of heights. I guess having no such fear meant I could call upon that side of her power.

We stayed together for a month and she taught me how to fight and survive as much as she could in such a short time. She offered me the chance to go to camp with her and as much as I wanted that, or just to go back to Brooklyn, Thalia's father had said Vegas. I didn't want to piss off the king of the gods, so I waved goodbye to Bianca, Annabeth, a son of Hephaestus named Isaac Schuster and a daughter of Apollo named Victoria.

There were also the two of us to consider. Two kids of the big three, traveling together? We'd be hunted even more than normal for big three kids. It was best we stayed separate I thought.

It was thanks to Bianca's training that I managed to survive and even thrive, despite how hard it was. I wished I could wake up. After five months of being attacked by monsters, and making my way across the US, I missed my dead-end job. I missed my one friend and my mom. I just wanted this to be over.

It didn't help that puberty, the thing I was fearing, kicked into full effect as I traveled across the country. I was growing hair, places I didn't want to think about were sore, I was growing and so was my chest. In short, it sucked. Seriously, puberty was bad enough as a guy, but going through it as a girl, while fighting for my life, sucked. If I wasn't already closer to Las Vegas than New York, I would have gone straight back, Zeus be damned.

I don't know if it was my the fates who made it happen, but I met Luke Castellan in Las Vegas. The half-blood son of Hermes who almost resurrected Kronos. That's when I knew Thalia's body was messing with me with more than just puberty. I was born a boy in my first life and I've always liked the fairer. Always, even after my rebirth. I've never once been attracted to another man, but when I saw Luke shirtless, fighting a monster... I went weak in the knees.

I helped him out. I didn't want to be alone. I was afraid I wouldn't make it back to camp on my own. I needed help and Luke was better than nothing. I saved him and we did kill the monsters, but more came shortly. Probably drawn by my half-blood scent.

I was so desperate for a place to hide, Icompletely forgot about about the trap that was the Lotus Hotel and Casino. It was a place to hide from the monsters, with real beds to sleep in and warm showers. Hot food, fun, and videogames, what more could a guy-turned-girl ask for?

I stayed in the room as an ten-year-old girl for seven years, from 1997 to 2004.

Author's Note:

Fun fact, Isaac and Victoria are not OCs created by me. They are from the Percy Jackson Lightning Thief video game. One I rather enjoyed.

Also, just a head up, the first four chapters of this story will be jumping around from point to point. Chapter 5 and beyond is where we get to the real meat and bones of the fic.