And here it is, the actual beginning of the reading of the book. Honestly, there's not really much to say right now, considering the first chapter just went up and so no feedback has been received. There aren't any reviews to publicly respond to, and no obligatory news about my life to talk about besides the fact that I wrote both of these chapters, and the several pages of ANs while listening to Nightwish. Which, lemme' say, is the perfect way for me to do this.

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—Persephone's First Person POV—

The Olympians looked at me in confusion, Thals hitting my side with a lightning infused elbow. Ow, did she know how much that hurts?

"What do you mean by 'how far back we are'?" Athena questioned, looking at her daughter and as far away from me as she could. I rolled my eyes. Wow, even knowing that I was, like, her great-granddaughter didn't fend off her initial malice that being her uncle's child carried. Bitch.

Nico opened his mouth before Annie could. "She obviously means our time travel, dearest Goddess of Wisdom" he drawled out sarcastically. Oh yeah, he learned from the best. I loved that man.

Athena glared at the son of Hades, and he gave her his best 'fuck with me and I'll fuck with you' glare. While not as good as my 'I'll kill you later' glare, it was still an effective one. What, with his being the God of Grudges and Fear.

I'm pretty sure Athena muttered something about how I, as the Goddess of Time, should have known what time we were in instantly, since I was the one that instigated the time travel. I bristled slightly. Well excuse me, I thought, I'm sort of a new goddess.

Poseidon coughed loudly, bringing our attention to him—wait, when did he reform? Ah well. "If you all travelled to the past," he did look a little sceptical about it, "what is your reason to do so?"

My eight other companions all turned to look at me, and I started to shake a little. Calm down Percy! You're not in Tartarus anymore! Umm… why did we come back again? Oh yeah! "We came at the request of the Fates," I stated loudly. Sorry, I tend to forget things easily, despite being a goddess and a legacy of the wisdom goddess. Maybe Mnemosyne cursed me at some point in my life? "They wished for us to come back and read ten books and some short stories with you all, in hopes that the future could turn out better." Okay, so when it was said out loud, and in my voice, the idea seemed childish and futile.

Ares' eyes narrowed at me. "What books," he growled out, as if the entire situation was my fault. Which, to be fair, it technically could be, considering I was the one that brought us back. "In case you haven't noticed, little goddess—" I bristled at the name "—there aren't any books here."

I rolled my eyes and glared. "I've noticed that," I growled out, losing my temper a little. "Do you think I'm an idiot?" I huffed. "I am the great-granddaughter of the Goddess of Wisdom, you meathead."

Ares bristled, but before an argument could start, we were blinded by another flash of light. Why was it always a flash of light? I grunted as something heavy hit my head. And why was it always me!?

The light faded, and I picked up the box that had (presumably) hit my head and had landed on its top. Opening the lid, I groaned slightly. Eleven books rested within the box. Wait, eleven?

I tried to read the titles, but groaned again as my head started to hurt. So, apparently, when a half-blood gets turned into a god/goddess, they don't lose their ADHD or dyslexia, so English was still extremely hard for us to read.

Annie arched an eyebrow and came over to me. "I'm guessing the books are in there?" I nodded. She looked into it and groaned as well. "Why are they in English," she muttered, grabbing the box out of my hands and spinning around. She walked up to Piper. "Here, you read these. And if possible, please convert them into a language the other eight of us could read."

See, since Pipes was the Goddess of Language, her dyslexia basically disappeared. Which made all of us extremely jealous. I may be no child of Athena, but I did enjoy the occasional Hemmingway and Poe, even a bit of T.S. Eliot. Though don't tell my dad—he's not a book guy. He's not dumb, far from it actually (I mean, he's been at odds with great-grandma for centuries, there's no way he could do that if her were an idiot), he just was never able to sit still enough to read. Much like Uncle Zeus, always in movement due to their domains of the sky and ocean.

Piper giggled and grabbed the box from the blonde haired goddess. She conjured up a table and set the box onto it, pulling out the books in chronological order.

How'd she know what order they were supposed to be in? I don't think she did, I just did because of the whole Time aspect of my domains.

She started reading the names to herself, though loud enough for us and the Olympians to hear. "Percy Jackson: The Lightning Thief,—" What? Were these books in an alternate universe? Or did they just use my preferred nickname? "—Percy Jackson: Sea of Monsters, Percy Jackson: The Titan's Curse,—" Alright Pipes, no need to read the beginning every time. "—Battle of the Labyrinth, Sword of Hades, The Last Olympian,—" Seems like she agrees. "—The Lost Hero, Daughter of Neptune,—" Okay, so the answer to my previous question was the latter. As Pipes continued to read the titles and set the books down, I saw my father, great-grandmother, and patron get ever more worried. Already worried for little ole me? "—Mark of Athena, House of Hades, and Blood of Olympus," she finished, exhaling softly as she tossed the box away.

Okay, so, I tried really hard to evade the box. But apparently, I did something in the past to piss the Fates off, because the empty box hit me square in the face. I sighed as Nics and Thals laughed at my expense. I pouted and Nico leaned in, his lips ghosting over my forehead. Thals giggled and rubbed my back gently. I rolled my eyes, but smiled myself. Those two might make fun of me from time to time, but I loved them.

That, and we all found the other's pain (as long as it wasn't anything serious) funny.

I looked down at the box and noticed a slip of paper resting at the bottom. "What the…" I muttered softly while Nico and Thalia both returned their attention to the books and the gods as they started to conjure up places for the nine of us to sit. I reached down and picked up the piece of paper. Oh thank Chaos, I thought, though still slightly annoyed. They wrote in a language I could read. Though it was in Latin, not Greek. So, I flickered into Persis, my Roman form.

Thals stared at me curiously. "Percy—" she stopped when she saw my form. My Roman persona didn't look much different from my Greek persona, but the gold in my eyes were slightly more pronounced, considering Saturn was the only Roman ancestry I had in me. Her form flickered into that of her Roman form. The interesting thing about Thals' Roman persona was that, for whatever reason (maybe to just be different), she turned into a guy. Maybe Thaddeus just sat right, while being a guy's name? Maybe it was because the Romans were less accepting of homosexuality? I dunno', I never really questioned it. Thaddeus continued where Thals left off. "—Persis? What's up?"

I looked over the note. "The Fates left us a note," I responded, my voice a tad more serious and strict.

"And?" Nico drawled out, keeping his Greek form for whatever reason. I looked up and noticed that Thaddeus and I were the only ones in our Roman forms—even Jason, Hazel, and Frank maintained their Greek forms, despite being Roman born demigods.

I looked back at the note and read. "To the Olympians and the Next Generation, we presume Lady Persis succeeded in her first use of her time travelling ability if this letter is being read. If everything went to plan, the Next Generation should be in the Hall of the Gods on the Winter Solstice in the year 2,000 (though as the Goddess of Fate, she could be in the future or further in the past). If you all are in the right time, congratulations.

The purpose of reading these books are to open your eyes, Olympians, to the lives your children live under Mother Chaos' Ancient Laws. As these Laws were established before she went to rest within the Void, they are understandably—how the Next Generation say it—behind the times. Mother Chaos has recently whispered to us that she desires the Ancient Laws to be changed, though she wishes for the change to happen before 2006, when Lord Saturn begins his return from the Pit.

The first six books tell the story of Lady Percy Jackson in her first four years of knowing about her heritage as a demigoddess. The last five will tell the story of the Seven, and the second Great Prophecy of this Era—the Prophecy of Seven, hailing the reemergence of the Earth Mother. As you read these, remember Olympians. The things you take from the books could raise Mount Olympus into a true Golden Age, or raze it and herald a new "Golden Age" under either Saturn or Terra.

You twenty three will be the only ones present to read, no one will be brought back unless done by Lady Persis herself."

I stopped reading, deciding to leave the rest of the note known only to me. Thaddeus and Annie were the only two. When they looked questioningly in my direction, I just shook my head. I looked back at the Olympians and flickered back into my Greek form, Thaddeus doing the same.

I looked over to the books, and noticed they were now all in Greek. Thank you, Piper. I looked up at the Olympians and sighed softly. "Would you all mind shifting the Hall so that it'll be the size of human mortals?" I questioned. They gave me an awkward look, but I thought it was a reasonable request. The books were all human sized, which means the reader needed to be human sized. And I don't think one person wanted to be tiny in a giant room, surrounded by giants.

Athena gave me a look, but seemed to understand my unstated reasoning. She nodded and gave the other Olympians a look that dared them to go against her. I guess being a Goddess of War Strategy could make you pretty intimidating. Granted, I've dealt with her looks and worse, so it didn't do much to me.

Wait a minute. I frowned slightly. She obviously read my mind, right? How do you do that? I know every god and goddess has the ability of telepathic communication, but the nine of us new gods never learnt how to. I shook my head. Later, I told myself.

I looked around me as the room got smaller, closer to a normal size throne room—I assume, of course, since I've never seen a mortal's throne room. The Olympians shrank with the room, becoming human sized. Artemis took her twelve year old form—which was typical of my patron, no matter what persona she was in. Zeus' children, Aphrodite included, took the form of twenty somethings (except Apollo, he took the form of an eighteen year old), and the children of Kronos and Rhea took the form of thirty somethings. Hmm, did they consider themselves that age in actuality? Or were they just what the preferred to be?

Ugh, damn ADHD. Still can't stay focused on one thing for too long unless it's a fight or a good book—one that I can actually read. Athena stepped down and picked up the first book, "The Lightning Thief". Oh joy, truly, truly starting at the beginning then.

She turned the book around and took a peek at the summary. One of her elegant brows arched and she looked at me. I shrugged, having no idea what she was on about.

Percy Jackson is about to be kicked out of boarding school… again.

Annie shook her head. "Yeah, that pretty much sums up Percy's pre-Camp Half-Blood days."

"And post-Camp Half-Blood days," Thals joked, snickering in my direction. I pouted and she rolled her eyes, leaning in to playfully peck my cheek. "Don't pout, Kelp Head. I'm just screwing with you."

Yeah, I noticed.

And that's the least of her troubles. Lately, mythological monsters and the gods of Mount Olympus seem to be walking straight out of the pages of Percy's Greek mythology textbook and into her life. And worse, she's angered a few of them.

What else is new, I said semi-jokingly and semi-scathingly in my mind.

Nico chuckled and shook his head. "What else is new," he joked. I glanced at him curiously and he smiled at me, the rest of my group laughing and nodding as well. Dad just looked worried, while Athena and Artemis just looked curious. I think I heard a 'How many has she pissed off?' whispered among the two, but no one else had anything to say.

Athena kept reading.

Zeus' master lightning bolt has been stolen,—

Zeus straightened at this and reached down to clutch said symbol of power. He glared at all of us, primarily Hades and Dad in a way of 'which one of you dared to steal my precious bolt!' I sighed and shook my head at his paranoia.

—and Percy is the prime suspect.

His glare turned to me, and I returned it with my own glare. But before I could say anything, Thalia spoke up. "Dad, she didn't steal your bolt." He looked a little sceptical. "I'm pretty sure the true thief will be revealed in the book, so please, stop glaring at my girlfriend."

Zeus' grip on his bolt tightened at the word 'girlfriend', and I'm pretty sure he was trying to shoot lightning bolts at me from his eyes. I glanced at my dad and saw him glaring much the same way at Thals, almost like he was trying to drain all of her bodily fluids from her body. Thank Chaos that ichor and blood were as different as they were, or I'm pretty sure he'd be blocking all of Thals' blood in her heart.

"Erm…" Annie drew out, looking at the suddenly very tense atmosphere. "Mother, please continue?" Athena was too eager to abide.

Now Percy and her friends have just ten days to find and return Zeus' stolen property and bring peace to a warring Mount Olympus. But to succeed on her quest, Percy will have to do more than catch the true thief: she must come to terms with the father that abandoned her;—

Dad flinched and I looked up at him sadly. "Hey, dad, we're all cool now," I told him, not liking the sad look on his face. Of course I had some resentment at the time, everyone either knew or was able to assume that, but I'd come to terms with it about halfway into the quest.

He smiled thankfully at me, while I did my best to beam at him. I had a feeling the smile came out a little strained, thanks to Tartarus and all, but I hope he could tell that it was a true one, or that the emotions shined in my eyes—as much as I'd let them, that was.

Athena rolled her eyes and continued. Apparently the Goddess of Wisdom in 2000 wasn't a fan of sentimentality. Maybe actually meeting Annabeth had changed that? Or maybe actually learning who I was to her?

—solve the riddle of the Oracle, which warns her of betrayal by a friend; and unravel a treachery more powerful than the gods themselves.

The Olympians sat there silently, looking back and forth from each other, possibly telepathically communicating about the 'treachery more powerful than the gods'. Zeus looked a little doubtful at that, and I rolled my eyes, thankful that neither of his children quite inherited his overwhelming ego.

And so, I said the only think I could think of that could break the tense atmosphere. "Well then, on that happy note, why don't you pass the book over to me great-grandmamma?" Athena looked a little affronted at the title, but tossed the book to me anyway. Probably only because it was hardback and not paperback—I couldn't imagine Athena or any of her children or legacies tossing a paperback book. My friends just rolled their eyes and laughed at my vocal antics (I think many of them were glad that I wasn't as closed off as I was after Annie and I got back from Tartarus).

I caught the book and opened it up to chapter one. Oh fun, my first monster.

"Huh?" Nico asked, looking over at me. Fuck, did I say that out loud? "Yes, you did. And that too." I shook my head and muttered a 'shut up' and 'nothing' at him. Quickly noticing that none of us had anywhere to sit, we conjured up some chairs and a couple loveseats—and by a couple, I meant three. One for Thals, Nics, and I, one for Jason and Piper, and one for Frank and Hazel. I guess Annie had been too busy to date—and was possibly still turned off of the idea after the entire Luke thing back during the Second Titanomachy, and Leo was dating Calypso, whom didn't come back in time with us. So all of the couples—what would we be called, since there was three of us? Eh, whatever.—cuddled up with each other on the loveseats while Annie and Leo sat in their respective seats, and I read the title of the first chapter.

"I Accidentally Vaporise My Pre-Algebra Teacher."

And there we go, the beginning of the book. Mainly Percy's inner monologues. The rest of the chapters will probably be written in the same sort of style Rick wrote the Heroes of Olympus- with third person POVs that aren't third person Omniscient, thought with a lot less characters to write from. The POVs will remain to be Percy and Hestia, as they're the two that represent the overlying themes of the story. Now, for explanations (though hopefully a lot less).

Athena is rude to Percy simply because she still has a huge grudge against Poseidon. Had she been born to legitimately any other god or goddess, she'd have nothing her great-granddaughter. And the arch of her brow while looking at the preface was simply Athena being Athena at the whole "kicked out of boarding school... again".

Still nothing of Artemis being Percy's patron besides showing her interest during the preface, and restraining herself as Diana from attacking her in the last chapter. Also, the Greek and Roman forms of the gods will not come into play much until we start Heroes of Olympus (which will be a very long while, unless you all think I should dedicate one chapter to an individual book, which will make the time in between chapters longer, but the chapters much longer and continuity much more, well... continuous).

Thalia's Roman persona being male was simply an out of the blue thing. I was initially going to just have this story be a Male!Thalia, but then decided against it. While writing this chapter, I couldn't come up with a name for Thalia's Roman persona for the life of me, but Thaddeus snapped to mind. It sounded Roman, but very much a male's name. So I said "What the Hell, let's just have Thalia's Roman persona be male". And then I needed a canonical excuse as to why that was, so I thought "well, Romans are more strict, so they're probably more strict about homosexual relationships, right?" and then just sorta' went with that. Allows me to connect it to the theme of loyalty though, since Thalico when in Roman forms wouldn't work, so there's the upside for me!

And like I said last chapter, no huge Big Three explosion about Thalia and Percy dating, just reserved overprotective glaring. And then set up for fluff in later chapters with the loveseats, allowing me to truly make use of both genres that I put this story under. See? I never do anything without a purpose in mind. Is it always a good purpose? Hell no, generally it's a bullshit purpose (I just want me some Perlico fluff!), but it's still a purpose.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter. The next chapter will either A.) Start the book, or B.) Be the book. I'll leave it up to you guys, and that will decide when the next chapter will be out.

Later.