Author's Note: This is my first time writing a fan fiction, or a story for that matter, so I know that I won't be the most experienced writer, nor will I have the most interesting story and as such, I'll gladly take both praise and constructive-criticism alike. This is my take on Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson series, starting from The Mark of Athena. Hope you enjoy!

Full Summary: Despite the combined efforts of both Greeks and Romans, the seven heroes have been broken. The Great Prophecy has failed. Gaea has awoken and begun her assault on Olympus. The Titans have risen, the Mist dispersed, and the world, including the realm of mortals, was shaken asunder. Percy once again finds himself stranded on Ogygia but Calypso, along with her invisible servants, are nowhere to be found. As he heals and regains his strength, many others, as well as a certain someone, find their way to the island. The remaining forces of humanity, demigods, and Gods alike pool their powers together in a last ditch attempt to reclaim what was once their reality. Will they have what it takes to salvage the Great Prophecy... and the world?

Genres: Action, Fantasy, Romance, Supernatural, Tragedy | Fiction Rating: T, Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with some violence, minor coarse language, and minor suggestive adult themes.

Chapter II | Percy

As Percy left the mouth of the cave and into the open, he finally realized where he was. Impossible, he muttered. She told me I'd never be able to return. Yet there he was, standing on Ogygia, Calypso's home and prison. It was as beautiful as he remembered: the perfect white beach, the aqua-blue waves, the vibrant greenery, and the plentiful garden besides a crystal-clear pond, tended to by Calypso herself. It was a tropical paradise.

A wave of memories rushed through him. He'd landed here after he'd blown up Mount St. Helens. He'd been so weak, his powers exhausted to its limits, and Calypso had taken care of him. She'd looked after him for days, nursing him to health, and over time, he'd grown to feel like he never wanted to leave. It was only because his friends had needed him, Annabeth had needed- he froze. His heart clenched so tightly that he fell to his knees in pain. No, he thought. I can't think of Annabeth. It's... it's too soon. He took a few deep breath and hardened his features. Slowly, he got back to his feet and staggered on, his pace uneven. Although he was still weak, he explored the island, calling for Calypso, her invisible servants, for anyone to answer- no one did. He was alone on the island. It doesn't matter, he decided. I just need to focus on getting stronger.

For the next few days? Weeks? Like Calpyso had said, time was difficult on Ogygia, he trained with his sword. He ate from the abundant fruits that grew in the forest when he was hungry and slept when he was tired, only to wake and repeat the process. His drive for revenge, to grow stronger, was the only thing keeping him alive. Each time he slept and woke, he left a mark on the cave wall. Crack. That was the fifty-sixth mark now. He wasn't sure how much time had passed in the outside world, there was no way to check after all, but he knew that Gaea was still out there. He wasn't sure why she hadn't found him yet, maybe the island's barriers kept her from seeing him, but he figured it would only be a matter of time. When that time came, he would have to be ready.

As he trained, Percy remembered the incident with Chrysaor, how easily he'd been beaten. Swordplay was supposed to be his strength, yet Chrysaor had defeated him without breaking a sweat... twice. He'd never forget that humiliation, that feeling of weakness. It was true, he hadn't practiced as much as he should have, but to be disarmed so quickly, to the point where he hadn't even realized his sword had left his hands until it splashed into the water? It was a huge blow to his pride.

He swung his sword at the target dummies he'd made, a handful of branches tied together with vines, and imagined the faces of his enemies. Slice. Gaea's head flew off. Stab. A giant went down. Smash. Wait, smash? That hadn't been him. He was alone on the island and there had been no monsters anywhere when he'd scouted the island. He dived behind a boulder and crouched. The noise had come in the direction of the forest, towards the center of the island. Whatever it was, he thought, it was nearby. He cautiously poked his head from the side of the rock. Nothing.

He capped his sword and slowly crept towards the forest. The Celestial bronze sword emitted a slight glow and it could give away his presence, but just in case, he kept the pen in his hand. There. A trail of destruction carved its way through the forest, scattering chunks of trees and dirt everywhere. He gripped his pen tightly. Whatever it was that could do that much damage was dangerous, that much he could tell. A broken tree floated in the water nearby and as he watched, an arm shot out of the lake and wrapped itself around the trunk. A face came up gasping for air. Wait. That was-

"Lady Artemis?" Percy called in disbelief.

She stiffened and swung towards his voice, a dagger raised in her hand. She lowered it slightly once she saw who was speaking. "Perseus Jackson? Why are you here? You should be- you were dead. You died in that explosion, we- the Gods all saw. No one could have survived that, no mortal could have survived that." Her eyes narrowed. "You can't be him. Who are you really?" She swam slowly towards shore, keeping her dagger locked in his direction.

"It's really me. I wasn't on the Argo II when it exploded. Anna-" he stopped, his face tight with pain. He took a deep breath and said, "I wasn't caught in the explosion."

Artemis looked at him closely. "I sense you are... telling the truth. How did you get here? You couldn't have gotten here by yourself."

"I don't know. I fell into the water and the currents carried me here. I woke up on the beach."

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "No one may approach Ogygia without the hand of an immortal. I believe that you don't know how you got here, but know this Perseus, while you may not know how or why you are here, the one who sent you does. Whether this person's intentions are for good... I do not know. Be wary."

"I'll keep that in mind, Lady Artemis."

"Good," Artemis nodded, "Now where-"

Her eyes rolled up into her head and she collapsed. Percy rushed towards her, "Lady Artemis! Are you alright?"

As he examined her for injuries, he found a deep gash on her side. Golden ichor, the blood of immortals, seeped from the deadly wound. He hurriedly tore a strip from his shirt and pressed it tightly to her side. Her body stiffened and she moaned in pain.

"I know it hurts, but please hold still."

He looked around him desperately. The cloth would stop the bleeding, but it needed to be pressed tightly to the wound. In the state that Artemis was in, there was no way she could do that herself. He spotted a vine hanging from a nearby tree. That should work, he thought.

"Just hold on for a second. I'll be right back."

Uncapping Riptide, he dashed towards the tree and sliced a good chunk off of the vine. He ran back to Artemis and wrapped her waist and cloth with the vine, knotting it tightly, and carried her towards the cave. He wasn't sure why the wound wasn't healing. Normally, the Gods healed wounds instantly, it was one of the benefits of being immortal. Since Artemis wasn't healing, he assumed it was because her godly powers had been exhausted. If Artemis was in this bad of shape, just how bad had things gotten in the world outside?

Chapter Note: Again, just a few more minor updates and detail tweaks. I'll be adding some slightly more significant changes in the coming chapters so don't worry, it won't all be small.