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I own nothing, Rick Riordan is the creator of Percy Jackson!

Chapter 1:

Far from any plane privy to mortal or godly senses, lost in the sands of time and beneath the view of the cosmos, rested a seemingly nondescript cave. Yet if one were to look in, they would see wondrous visions beyond their furthest understanding, of the past and all that was, the present and all that is, the future and all that will be, and in the center, three old ladies weaving yarn.

These three old women are the Morai: Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos. Clotho, who sat weaving yarn in arrays of different colors, forming the strings of fate for mortals being born all over the world. Lachesis, who received the furtive strings from Clotho and formed and elongated them, weaving them into a brilliant tapestry of which their actions would reflect. Atropos, who would wait until the proper moment with her shears to cut the string Clotho was feeding to Lachesis, marking the embrace of death on the mortals and sending them to the depths of the underworld.

Suddenly, Clotho stops her weaving and regards a sea green string she was in the process of passing on, looking with curiosity as the string felt heavier than all those that had come before it. This was the string of one Perseus Jackson. She hesitates for a moment before passing the string on to the second old woman, who holds the string within her grasp with the care of an expert, studying it under a cautious eye. "He will surely have a difficult life ahead of him, I have seen it within his thread" Said Lachesis. "And yet the future of the world will rest upon his shoulders, not an enviable task." The first old woman stopped to look up from her weaving. "Yet it is a task he will perform nonetheless, whether he wants to or not. He is the child of prophecy since that boy Poseidon went gallivanting into the mortal world, that is for certain." She paused to regard the string more, before looking away and remarking, "He seems to be strong of heart and with a certain conviction, I doubt that even Kronos would be able to sway him to his side when he returns."

"And yet even his death is still occluded from me," remarks the third old woman, Atropos, "I have never seen a string of a mortal for which my shears have not been able to find the proper place to cut, most curious if not a bit worrisome. I dread to cut it, in fear of marking the wrong place, and plunging the world into the second titanomachy." Lachesis regarded her sister with a steely gaze, "That must not be allowed to happen, you have seen what would become of the world if Kronos were to reclaim his throne. Fate would be destroyed, and the world plunged into eternal darkness. We must ensure that he succeeds in his task of destroying Kronos once and for all, we cannot afford to make mistakes on this one or take our chances."

"What should we do then, we cannot leave the string as is, the boy may die before he succeeds in his task if we do." Said Clotho. Silence pervaded the cavern, the only sounds left being the work of the three women to weave more yarn into the great tapestry. Atropos stops, furrowing her brow. "Perhaps… perhaps we may not know when his death may come, but we may be able to do something to give him an edge to at least postpone his death until he finishes the prophecy." "Yes that could work, but what" responded Atropos. Clotho looks up from her weaving, an idea striking her that the fates have never entertained before. " Perhaps we should provide him with a boon, not a physical weapon as that can easily be taken from the boy, but something more intrinsic?"

Atropos, Lachesis, and Clotho shared a look. A non-material boon may be just what the boy needs. A sense of resolve sweeps across the fates, before they move to huddle around the sea green string. They begin chanting in an ancient language lost to even the gods and titans, imbuing the string with energy that only the fates and Ananke herself were privy to. As the fates complete their chanting, the string glows for a moment, then dims and settles upon a faint outline around the string, lustrous in the dark of the cave.

"It is done, hopefully this will be enough for the young hero. Brat better appreciate it!" Atropos weaves the string into the great tapestry.

Why must I go to school? It isn't like it has any use to me, what with my ADHD constantly acting up and my damn Dyslexia making words fly off the page at the speed of light. Why would they even make a kid that has dyslexia attend English class, that's so messed up!

Percy sat in English class, trying in vain to read Macbeth as Mr. Samson droned on about Shakespeare and the human condition. He really should be thankful another school had allowed him to enroll, he supposed, even if it was Yancy Academy. To be frank the boarding school wasn't all that special, certainly not one of those rich upstate ones that had the Ivy league deans snooping around 24/7 looking for a smart rich kid that could contribute to the schools endowment.

Percy had to take what he could get, though, his record was pretty terrible what with all of the accidents that seemed to revolve around him. Dropping his class into a shark tank, shooting a cannon at a school bus, and getting into a few fights with some really weird bulky dudes he swore only had a single eye, his poor mother had put in quite a lot of work to just secure him a spot for the school year here.

His mother, Sally Jackson, was a saint. Despite barely making ends meet at her job and living with a disgusting walrus of a man who seemed to only eat chips and play poker, she still worked her butt off to get him an education, even if the chance was really being squandered by him.

But he couldn't help it! How was he supposed to go to college when his condition kept his grades in the barely passing range! He really wanted to make his mom proud, but he just didn't know how to through academics.

Percy figured that even if he was not good at math, or science, or english, or any subject really, he might be able to get into somewhere mediocre if he does well enough in sports. Currently he is on the swim team for Yancy, and is pretty dang good if he doesn't say so himself. Maybe that would be enough to get him into college?

"Yo Perce, Mr. Samson just asked you a question!" , whispered Grover sitting right next to him. Grover was a pretty meek kid, but Percy's best friend at Yancy Academy nonetheless.

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry, could you please repeat the question Mr. Samson?" asked Percy.

"Really Mr. Jackson? I know you have trouble paying attention in class but you really must learn to apply yourself more and pay attention. Now, I asked if you could tell me what brought upon Macbeths downfall?"

"Uh, he was killed by that guy?" The class laughed at his simplistic answer.

"Yes, he was certainly killed and that is what brought upon his downfall in a literal sense, however I was looking for a root reason, of which was Macbeths attempt to master fate and circumvent the witch…." Boring. Percy just phased out halfway through Mr. Samson's explanation.

Percy looked over to Grover, who was looking around the room before looking over to Percy and flashing him a grin.

The bell started ringing, signifying a merciful end to the most boring class of Percy's life. He would rather sit through another round of Algebra with that evil teacher of his, Mrs. Dodds. He had no clue why, but that dang woman was out to get him, and would never pass up the chance to give him a detention.

"Yo Perce, you coming? We're gonna be late to Mr. Brunners class if you keep staring out of that window all day?" asked Grover.

"Shoot, yeah man, sorry. I was just spacing out a bit, caught up in my head." replied Percy.

"Seems you space out a lot man, you really should try to pay more attention in class dude. Speaking of which, have you got your assignment for Mr. Brunner's class?"

"Yeah, yeah, believe it or not I actually have a worked out assignment done for once."

Percy and Grover realized that time was getting short to get to Latin class, so booked it across the school to try to get to class on time. Unfortunately for Percy, things just didn't want to work out for him today, as he got to class a few moments after the bell rang, to see Mr. Brunner and the rest of class looking right at them.

"Ah, Mr. Jackson, Mr. Underwood, how nice of you to join us today. Please have a seat, and try to be on time just a little bit more from now on Mr. Jackson, you have been late to class more times this week than on time and I would hate to have to write you up." Mr. Brunner turned back to the whiteboard ad Percy placed his assignment on his desk.

"Now, pursuant to the homework, who can tell me which Olympian god was responsible for the creation of the olive tree? Mr. Jackson, since you were late perhaps you could tell me?"

"Uh, Athena sir?"

"Correct, and for her patronage the city of Athens named itself after her in greek mythology. Very good Mr. Jackson. Now moving on, let us begin our discussion on what the first titanomachy was and what impact it had on the world."

Percy really liked Mr. Brunner, and always felt better whenever he came to latin class as he seemed to be able to do a lot better in this class than any other in the curriculum. Though he did wonder why it was latin class, and yet they seemed to talk about a bunch of greek stuff all the time. Casting a final look at Grover to see he was taking notes, Percy decided he would at least try his best in this class to pay attention.

"Now that we have discussed what the first Titanomachy was, let us have a little group discussion. Can anyone tell me what led to the downfall of Kronos?" asked Mr. Brunner.

"He heard a prophecy that one of his children would overthrow him, so he swallowed all of his children until his wife Rhea had enough and fed him a rock instead of her youngest, Zeus. Zeus then grew up and used a mustard drink to make his father throw up his siblings, and together battled Kronos until they defeated him." replied Percy.

"Very good Mr. Jackson, seems you were paying attention today unlike some of your classmates. Can you tell me what use this information provides us today?"

Percy thought for a moment, "I really don't know sir, I can't really think how it would help us today. I mean it is interesting to learn about Ancient Greek myths, but the information isn't really useful today."

Mr. Brunner got a weird look in his eye, and never took his eyes off Percy as he said "You would be surprised how useful this information will be to your everyday life Mr. Jackson. Now, class dismissed, don't forget to copy down the homework on the board due next week."

Weird. How would myths be useful, they were interesting, but certainly not useful. Percy shook his head, and rushed to catch up to Grover as he was headed back to the dorms.

As Percy was preparing for bed, he couldn't shake what Mr. Brunner had said to him. What was that supposed to mean, that it would have a lot more impact in his daily life. Somehow Percy doubted he would run into Achilles or a god anytime soon, stories are fun but he really needs to focus on stuff like math which he is still abysmal at.

"You alright Perce, you've been staring off into space for a while now? You didn't even head down for dinner." asked Grover, looking worried for his friend.

"Oh hey G-man, yeah I'm fine it's nothing. I just keep thinking about what Mr. Brunner said in class. I just don't understand it, how can myths be useful in the here and now?"

"Just keep an open mind man, you may not know what Mr. Brunner is talking about but it might be useful in some way. Perhaps it teaches us lessons?"

Percy scoffed, "What like to never sleep with Zeus, that was a lesson a lot of woman back then should probably have learned in those stories, but I doubt that it is all that important of one to learn today."

Suddenly, Grover started looking up with a concerned face, as if he was waiting for something to come careening through the roof at any moment. When nothing happened for a few moments, he let out a breath, "Yeah, uh, I guess man. Well let's leave this for another day man, okay. Kinda tired, talk in the morning." Grover promptly jumped on his mattress and passed out almost immediately.

Weird, first Mr. Brunner's words then Grover acting all bent out. Probably Grover just being scared again, lord knows he would jump at his own shadow if he saw it. Percy rolled over into his bed and promptly closed his eyes, deciding a good night of sleep and the promise of no classes on the weekend were good enough for now. He never heard the pinging noise as he was drifting off to sleep, nor did he notice the soft green glow in front of his face.