Story 1: A Change in the Past: The Lightning Thief
A Change In The Past
Prologue
Percy Jackson woke up in the Camp Half-Blood infirmary.
He sat up and found that he was sitting in the chair of the Infirmary's porch. He could smell the familiar smell of the strawberries. He looked around and saw a tall glass of what looked like apple juice.
Nectar, thought Percy. He reached over and picked it up.
"Careful," said a familiar voice. Percy looked over and saw Grover...But he looked different, younger.
"Grover," said Percy, "What's going on, why am I in the infirmary?"
Grover looked at Percy weirdly. "You mean you don't remember what happened two nights ago?"
"No?" asked Percy, uncertainly.
"You saved my life," said Grover. "Don't you remember? I...well, the least I could do...I went back to the hill. I thought you would want this." He held out a black shoe box.
"A minotaur horn," Percy said raising his eyebrow. "I already have two."
"Percy, are you alright?" asked Grover, "You had know idea about Greek Mythology being real two days ago, yet you've already 'got three of his horns'? That's hard to believe."
"I've known for five years," said Percy scowling, "What's wrong with you Grover? We should go see Chiron and Annabeth."
"Annabeth?" asked Grover, "how do you know her?" he was now looking at Percy with suspicion.
"How could I not know my girlfriend?" said Percy. "I've known her for five years, since I was twelve!" he was shouting now.
"What are you talking about," said Grover, softly. "You're not seventeen...You're twelve."
A Change in the Past
The Lightning Thief
1
Percy
Percy Jackson walked through Camp Half-Blood with a satyr.
"Boy," said Percy, "I didn't realize how much Camp Olympus changed from the good old days."
"Camp Olympus?" asked the satyr, Grover, "this is Camp Half-Blood."
"After we unite with the Romans," Percy said dismissively.
"Romans?" asked Grover.
"Well technically Camp Olympus is its own camp in Colorado." said Percy to himself.
"What!" asked Grover. "I have no idea what you are talking about. And you dreamed about the future, It didn't really happen."
By now, Grover and Percy had reached the big house. Chiron in horse form was standing on the porch looking off into the distance. An old man, Dionysus, was unconcious in a chair.
"Chiron," said Grover, "I think Percy has lost it."
Chiron turned his head sideways to face them. "Grover tell me everything."
Grover explained to Chiron that Percy thought he was from the future. "Percy you should tell him more," said Grover.
"No," said Chiron, "If he is truly from the future, we should not change it and just let fate play out the way it should."
"No!" yelled Percy, "I must change some events that could save the world. Beckendorf, Silena, Zoe and so many others do not have to die, Kronos does not have to reform - "
"That is enough Perseus," said Chiron, "I have changed my mind. Instead of giving you three days to relax and adjust, I am sending you on the quest."
"The one for the Helm of Darkness and Master Bolt," said Percy. Percy heard a gasp behind him. He turned around, but nobody was there. Annabeth, he thought.
"Helm of Darkness," squeaked Grover.
"Go to the Oracle," said Chiron, harshly.
"But I already know the prophecy," said Percy.
"Check again," scowled Chiron.
Percy walked up to the attic, which was empty except for the oracle.
"Approach seeker and -" started the oracle/mummy.
"Enough chatter Oracle," said Percy, "I request a prophecy."
"A Half-blood of the future
will try to change the past
The Protegenoi's revenge
shall come at last
The only way
to survive what comes
is to learn when he learned
through the death of his chums."
"That is not the right prophecy," said Percy.
"Very well then," said the oracle, in her raspy voice:
"You shall go west, and face the god who has turned,
You shall find what was stolen, and see it safely returned,
You shall be betrayed by one who calls you a friend,
And you shall fail to save what matters most, in the end.
"We will meet again, son of Poseidon," she said.
"Believe me I know."
