"Hello." — Dialogue

'Hello.' — Telepathy and Broadcasting

Hello. — Thoughts and Actions

"Hello." — AOR and Orderspeak

Alexander Jackson, that's my name, or more specifically, my new name. What's crazy is that I had no choice in picking it, it was out of my control, and I have nothing against the name, it's alright, but I would've preferred in keeping my old name, even though I don't know it nor anything personal about myself.

But oh well, there's nothing I could do or have done, it's not like my new mother, Sally Jackson, would've believed me if I told her that I already had a name.

Yeah.. never mind, she knows about the Greek world being a real thing, I don't think me telling her about my last life would actually surprise her.

Anyways yeah, I have been reborn in the Percy Jackson Universe, a fictional franchise that revolves around ancient mythology, something I have been a fan of months before the first movie came out, though obviously me being here changes things.

As I said, my name is Alexander Richard Jackson, son of Sally Jackson, and younger twin brother of Perseus Jim Jackson, though I don't seem to look like it.

Unlike my twin's short and scrawny figure, I'm tall for my age, a little bit more filled out, meaning more healthy looking, rare red hair on the short side, tan skin, and bright blue eyes. Honestly, I look like a mini-realistic Disney Hercules, which is kind of ironic with what I'm about to say next.

Like Sally Jackson, I too believed that I was a son of Poseidon and that I was in extreme danger because of the combined scent of both Percy and I would give off, which wouldn't be enough for Gabe to conceal from monsters and our dear Thunder Uncle.

That's until white, glowing, and transparent words appeared above my head when I was six, the age that I came to.

Alexander Atreus Jackson

Son of Kratos, the God of Might, Power, and Sovereign Rule.

Information: A reincarnated soul reborn to a mortal woman and a recently Dead God.

Bloodline Inheritance:

ADHD- Alertness and Superior Body Analyzation.

Multilingualism- Able to speak and understand any language.

Superior Physical Fitness- All physical fitness (Strength, Durability, Agility, Endurance, etc) is superior than any demigod in Greek and Roman mythological history.

Orderspeak- Ability to command those with weaker wills.

Power Projection- Able to emit inner power outwards, such as waves, blasts, auras, etc.

Authority over Reality- Anything you want, Reality will do.

Ancient Greek Legacy- Gifted Enhanced Endurance and Durability through your mother, descendant of King Lycaon, Callisto, and King Arcas.

Abilities:

Prayer Power- Increase in Power and Capability when praying to Ursa Major and Ursa Minor. (Warning! Recommended to pray to Ursa Minor before ever praying to Ursa Major)

I admittedly shrieked when that shit popped up but when I calmed down enough to actually read what was over me, to this day, I have never been so amazed, joyful, horrified, and hopeful as I was that day.

Amazed because of what was in front of me, like as if my powers activated on their own, like accidental magic in Harry Potter.

Joyful because I wasn't going to be lesser compared to my troublemaker twin when it comes to powers, a fear I always had before that day.

Horrified because that meant I didn't have the protection of my father since he was apparently dead, I rationalized that maybe he faded.

And finally hopeful, because that meant that maybe Zeus wouldn't come after me since I'm not Poseidon's kid and that hopefully my Uncle, Aunts, and Grandmother would come in my defense, or so I hoped.

Anyways after that, I was left with the question of how was I the son of Kratos and Sally at the same time. It made no sense unless this was a universe crossover and if it was, which one?

Thankfully my answer seem to pop up literally when I was looking at Sally cooking dinner.

Sally Abigail Jackson

Daughter of Jim and Estelle Jackson.

Requested Information: After the death of her Uncle Richard Jackson, Sally fell into depression as she sacrificed her time, education, and money in keeping her uncle alive, which led her to go to a local bar and get drunk. There she met a man, and she slept with him, forgetting all about her boyfriend at the time who was Poseidon in disguise.

Bloodline Inheritance:

Unawakened Legacy: As she doesn't know she is a legacy, her attributes remain stagnate.

The information that I read scared me a bit because of the change in the origin of how Sally and Poseidon met, because in the books, Poseidon didn't need to be in disguise because Sally was a Clear-Sighted Mortal, but now Sally is a Legacy, or well, an Unawakened Legacy according to Reality.

Anyways, that was how I found out who I was and how I, or Alex Jackson, came to be.

Currently, I'm finishing up cleaning the dishes in a pizza place called, "Don Filippo", where I'm both a dishwasher and a server. The boss of the place seemed to like my determination to earn money after I told him my situation with my mom not making enough money, and with a little bit of Orderspeak, I got the job, not that it's an easy one, not with the place being popular in Upper East Side of New York, but I like it.

I put the final plate where it's supposed to be, and I dry my hands. As I make my way out of the kitchen, I put on the blue sweater that I left on a hook, and as I walk out, I see on the counter a thick envelope with my name on it. Taking it, and putting it in my sweater, I leave the building and walk towards the locked, chained, red bike.

Unlocking it and wrapping the chain around the bike's crossbar, I hop on and cycle my way home. As I cycle my way home, I couldn't help but reminisce once again on the past four years.

Right after finding about everything, it didn't take long for me to care about my new family, not when I didn't remember my old one. I knew I truly loved and cared for them when news that I would've never imagined I would hear was being played on the TV.

"Breaking News: Flying Man with S symbol stops Plane from Crashing."

Memories of supervillains plagued my mind for weeks after the news, because I knew that sooner or later, normal everyday events wouldn't be normal anymore, not when a psychotic clown, an immortal caveman, and evil fucking Gods would be threatening the planet.

And so for these four years, I was planning future conversations and events, and practicing my abilities slowly and not in a way that would give me more attention than necessary. I did whatever I could, whatever I could think of, so in every possible situation, I would come out on top.

My thoughts get back to the task in hand and I get home around 15 minutes at 8:37 in the afternoon. As I enter the house and lock the front door, I saw my mother still up, who would be normally asleep by now since she has to get up at 4 in the morning, reading a letter on the dining table, with stress marks on her forehead.

"Hey ma, I'm home." I walked over and hugged her from the back, wrapping my arms around her shoulders as I kissed her cheek. I looked at the letter she's reading, and quickly realize it's another rent notice. "Another one."

"Yeah." She sighed tiredly, making me glance at her worriedly, which she seemed to sense because she looked up at me and smiled softly. "Tell me about your day, hm."

Knowing that this would help her forget about the notice for a while, I complied, "Well, I got a two hundred dollar tip from a group of girls that stopped by the place, said that a cutie like me is probably the only reason the place attracts so many people, they might've been up to something because a minute later or so, a bunch of people came in, most of them girls, which quickly led them all gushing at my excellence, earning myself $836 from tips alone." I posed smugly, getting a giggle from her.

"Tell me more."

And so that's what I did, telling my new mother about my day, enjoying the moment between us until it was time for bed, which sort of ruined the mood when I saw the grimace on her face when she opened the door to her shared room with Gabe, showing his snoring fat form on the bed. Kissing my forehead, wishing me goodnight, and shooing me off to my shared room, she entered the room and closed the door.

I opened the door to my room softly and closed it as so as well. I see my drooling twin on the top bunk of our bunk bed. Shaking my head, I drop on my bunk, and pop off my shoes with my feet, while grabbing the blanket on my bed and cover myself with it. Slowly drifting off, I couldn't help to think in my last moments in consciousness that despite the difficulties, I always enjoyed the simple life.

But soon it would be over despite my wishes, especially with this universe being a crossover with DC.

"She's awful." I rolled my eyes at that as we made our way down the school hallway, out of the math class we came from, which in said class was one of the infamous Furies of the underworld.

"I don't know man, I think she's alright." I said nonchalantly.

"What!?" He bursted out, causing those around us to look at him with confusion, causing him to blush. "What do you mean you think she's alright, she was definitely glaring at both of us like if we were the ones that made her ugly." Percy whispered, making me snort.

"Maybe, she was having a bad day," I said.

"I don't know, all I know is that I don't like her." He huffed.

"Yeah, well you better start liking, because she's our teacher for the year and if you get us expelled one more time dear brother, I will start turning your special blue cupcakes orange." I threatened.

"You wouldn't!" He gasped, horrified.

I shrugged, making him pale slightly before he quickly recomposed himself, crossing his arms as we get to our next class.

Entering, I stiffened slightly as I see a browned haired and bearded man in a wheelchair at the front of the room. Thankfully he wasn't looking at my brother and I, and was speaking to a curly brown-haired cripple who I guess is Grover from the crutches in his hands.

Percy and I make our way to the back, only for us to stop when we hear a clearing throat, making us turn to the disguised centaur.

"Perseus and Alexander Jackson?"

"How'd you know?" Percy asked in bewilderment.

The centaur turned over the clipboard in his hands to show us pictures of students as well as a simple drawing of the room layout. Where there was a small rectangle next to the word, "Front", was our pictures.

"My colleagues and I were informed of your..past experiences with school, so to prevent from having any incidents, I have out you up in front where I can keep my eye on you gentlemen." Chiron explained with a warm smile, which seemed to calm my brother's ADHD, which probably caused him to try and figure out how the oldest teacher in Greek mythology knew our names.

Moments later we took our seats, just about the same time as students poured in the classroom and with the help of Chiron, already sitting in their assigned seats.

When the bell rang, that's when Chiron began to speak.

"Good morning class, my name is Mr.Brunner and I will be your Latin Teacher for today, and as it is a short day today, I will only go over a few rules I expect you to follow, which is a protocol for all of us teachers in Yancy Academy."

Chiron went over his class rules, handing out syllabuses for us to read along with him, he went over what materials we'll be using for this class, what he expects from us, and what we should expect from ourselves.

"Now just before I forget to tell you, as this is your last class of the day and the following school days of the year, here's what I want each and every one of you to know," He said as his gaze lingered on me and Percy longer than the rest, "I know what most of you are feeling or would be feeling in the following days, so just letting each of you know, if you need anything, my door is always open."

And with those final words, the bell rang, signaling the end of class.

"So?" I asked.

"He's alright." Percy stated.

"In that case I think he's the worst." I chuckled, and before Percy could attempt to burst out again, he was interrupted unsurprisingly by a familiar fake cripple.

"H-Hey, sorry for interrupting, but I'm Grover Underwood, and I don't know if you guys remember but I'm in the same Latin Class as you two, and I'm also supposed to be your roommate." Grover states nervously.

"Well nice to meet ya, name's Alex, and this is Percy, famously known as the Destuctive Jackson Twins or DJT, and you have Percy here to thank for that." I introduce, causing Percy to blush and mumble incoherently.

"Anyways yeah, I do remember your name next to our dorm room, so why don't you tell us about yourself as we make our way there." I grab his weak form, making him yelp and almost fall over, before wrapping my arm around his shoulder, while doing the same to Percy.

As we walk our way to our dorm room, I couldn't help the feeling of foreboding and dread from bubbling inside of me, not when I knew the soon, real soon, my life was going to change for the worse.

Hi, Welcome to my first, technically second story. The first version of this was called New Macedon: Demigod Era, and to be honest, I had no idea what I was doing, and when I wrote, I didn't feel like it was good enough and it quickly turned out to be a let down that I just had to scrap.

This time though, I sort of feel like I'm doing something right, still don't know what I'm doing, but I know more than I did then. I'm going to use Webnovel as a sort of rough draft where I post and see how it's received, and hopefully I receive criticism in what to improve and do so I could transfer a better-edited version of it in Fanfiction.

Anyways for my MC, if you noticed, I'm making him the Hercules of his time, a little bit literal, with him being a second-born twin just like Hercules, hell, I even made Alex to look like Disney Hercules, but if you want to see what I exactly imagine Alex to look like, then go to google and search this:

Hercules Disney Miyumi Zerochan

Copy and paste that to your browser and go to images and you'll see the art.

I guess this is it, short chapter for today, though since it's a prologue and my first taste of hopefully good writing, it's to be expected.

Shoutout to bronzeandsteel over in Fanfiction for the inspiration to write, I finally fucking did it, I posted it.

Anyways this has been me so far, and I'll see you next Sunday.