Per cy/sephone Jackson and the lightning thief

I do not own the Percy Jackson series.

Until the battle with Mrs. Dodds the story is mostly from the book before beginning to change, but still follows the book.

Thank you SPeCTeR-ll7 for telling me the English spelling of the Greek word mother (Mitéra) which will be used for Hestia from now on, while mom is used for Sally

The information about kitsune is from the internet, and a few things of my own creation for this story.

The poll result for the last 8 domains are:

Illusions: 10

Magic: 10

Spirits: 8

Magical Girls: 8

Healing: 7

Forests: 6

Hunt: 6

Rivers: 5

Shadows: 4

Plants: 4

Void: 4

Creation: 4

Light: 4

Stars: 4

Fire: 3

Space: 3

Quests: 2

Curses: 2

Wind: 2

Dreams: 2

Oceans: 2

Music: 2

Tides: 2

Nightmares: 2

Darkness: 2

Soul: 1

Manipulation: 1

Destruction: 1

Thunder: 0

Earth: 0

Mountains: 0

This means that when combined with Olympian titles, as a goddess Persephones titles will be Goddess of Foxes, Time, Illusions, Magic, Spirits, Magical Girls, Healing, Forests, Rivers, and cogoddess of the Hunt.

Or in Greek (as copy and pasted from Google Translate): Περσεφόνη Τζάκσον Θεά των Αλεπού, Χρόνος, Ψευδαισθήσεις, Μαγεία, Πνεύματα, Μαγικά Κορίτσια, Θεραπεία, Δάση, Ποτάμια και Κόκκινος Κυνήγι.

Since no one gave me a name for the male friend, and third travel companion, I just modified it so that only Percy and Lou Ellen, will be on the quest, as well as adding a line for the future.

Chapter 8

As we entered the pavillion we went our seperate ways, her to the Hermes table, and me to the Poseidon table, thankful for Mitéra's description ofcamp, so I knew which one it was, while waiting for Chiron to pound his hoof, and raise his glass and say, "To the gods!"

After selecting my meal, and requesting blue cherry coke, I followed the others up to the fire used for burnt offerings, and sacrificed some of my food for Poseidon and Hestia, who when giving offerings, had to call by name.

After that I sat back down. Later after everyone had finished eating, Chiron pounded his hoof again to get our attention.

Mr. D got up with a huge sigh. "Yes, I suppose I'd better say hello to all you brats. Well, hello. Our activities director Chiron says the next capture the flag is Friday, Cabin Five, presently holds the laurels."A bunch of cheering rose from the Ares table.

"Personally," Mr. D continued, "I couldn't care less, but congratulations. Also, I should tell you that we have a new camper today, Peter Johnson."

Chiron muttered something to him.

"Er, Percy Jackson." Mr. D corrected." That's right. Son of Poseidon, hurrah and all that. Now run along to your silly campfire, go on."

"Oh, Great!" The girl, Annabeth, from before cried. "A Sea spawn, of all the dirty rotten..."

I ignored her, since I figured she was a daughter of Athena, who believed in our parent's rivalry.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light, as a piece of paper appeared, in front of Dionysus, who read it, before looking at Percy. "Peter Johnson, report to the big house, tomorrow, morning for a quest, if you are successful, you may, be allowed to live, if not, you will die. Cheers."

With that he left, causing all of us to look in shock, before continuing as before, although with a lot of gossip going around.

The next day, I woke up, and after getting ready headed to the Big House, though I noticed there was a massive storm coming, which didn't bode well.

I walked up to the front porch of the big house, Dionysus sat at the Pinochle table in his tiger-striped Hawaiin shirt with his diet coke, just as he had on my first day. Chiron sat across the table in his wheelchair. They were playing against Grover, and an invisible opponent, a set of cards hovering in the air giving away the position.

"Well, Well." Mr. D said without looking up. "Look whose here. Come closer, and don't expect me to bow down just because Old Barnacle Beard is your father."

A net of lightning flashed across the clouds. Thunder shook the windows of the big house.

"Blah, blah, blah." Dionysus said.

Chiron feigned interest in his pinochle cards, while Grover cowered in his seat.

"If I had my way." Dionysus said. "I would cause your molecules to erupt into flames. We'd sweep up the ashes and be done with a lot of trouble, However Zeus wants you on a quest to prove yourself, and I'm certainly not going to go against him, he might extend my stay here. Nevertheless, go up to the Oracle, in the attic, and get a prophecy, after Chiron tells you what the quest is, while I go to the emergency meeting on Olympus. If your still here when I get back, then Zeus will kill you."

Dionysus picked up a playing card, twisted it, and it became a security pass. The air seemed to fold and bend around him. He became a hologram, then a wind, then he was gone, leaving only the smell of freshly pressed grapes lingering behind.

Chiron smiled at me, but he looked tired and strained. "Sit, Percy, Please."

I did.

Chiron laid his cards on the table, a winning hand he hadn't gotten to use.

"Tell me Percy," He said. "Have you noticed anything wrong lately."

"Zeus and Poseidon are fighting." I said. "I've known that for awhile, though not why. The best I can come up with from somethings I overheard, is that something was stolen, and it would have to be valuable for this level of fighting."

Chiron nodded at what I said. "You are correct. You're father and Zeus are having their worst quarrel in centuries. They are fighting over something valuable that was stolen, to be precise, a lightning bolt."

"A what?" I laughed nervously, not believing anyone would be stupid enough to steal that from Zeus.

"Do not take this lightly." Chiron warned. "I'm not talking about some tinfoil-covered zig zag you'd see in a second-grade play. I'm talking about a two-foot-long cylinder of high-grade celestial bronze, capped on both ends with god-level explosives."

"Oh."

"Zeus' master bolt," Chiron said getting worked up now. "The symbol of his power, from which all other lightning bolts are patterned. The first weapon forged by the cyclopes for the war against the titans. The bolt that sheared the top off mount Etna, and hurled Kronos from his throne, the master bolt, which packs enough power to make mortal hydrogen bombs look like firecrackers."

"Who would be stupid enough to steal something like that?!"

"You." Chiron replied.

My mouth fell open.

"At least"-Chiron held up his hand-"That's what Zeus thinks. During the Winter Solstice, at the last council of the gods. Zeus and Poseidon had an argument. The usual nonsense. 'mother Rhea always liked you best.' 'Air disasters are more spectacular then sea disasters.' etcetera. Afterward, Zeus realized his master bolt was missing, taken from the throne room under his very nose. He immediately blamed Poseidon. Now, a god cannot another god's symbol of power directly-that is forbidden by the most ancient of divine laws. But Zeus believes your father convinced a demigod to take it."

"But I didn't..."

"Patience and listen, child." Chiron said. "Zeus has good reason to be suspicious. The cyclopes forges are under the ocean, which gives your father some influence over the makers of his brother's lightning. He believes Poseidon is creating a bunch of illegal copies, which might be used to topple him from his throne. The only thing Zeus wasn't sure about was which hero Poseidon used to steal the bolt. Now Poseidon has claimed you as his son, you were in New York over the winter holiday's you could easily have snuck into Olympus. Zeus believes he has found his thief."

"Hence why I have this quest." I said. "To prove I didn't steal it."

"Exactly." Chiron said.

"When is the deadline?" I sighed.

"The summer solstice." Chiron replied.

"Alright." I said. "It's better then being killed."

"Then it is time to consult the oracle." Chiron said as I nodded and headed up to the attic.

It was filled with Greek Hero junk: armor stands covered in cobwebs; once bright shields pitted with rust; old leather steamer trunks, plastered with stickers saying ITHAKA, CIRCE'S ISLE, and LAND OF THE AMAZONS. One long table was stacked with glass jars filled with pickled things - severed hairy claws, huge yellow eyes, and various other parts of monsters (which considering my kitsune side, and how some consider it a monster, creeped me out), a dusty mounted trophy on the wall looked like a giant snake's head, but with horns and a full set of shark's teeth. The plaque read, HYDRA HEAD #1, WOODSTOCK, N.Y., 1969.

By the window, sitting on a wooden tripod stool, was the mummy containing the oracle, that Mitéra had described for me.

She sat up on her stool and opened her mouth. A green mist poured from the mummy's mouth, coiling over the floor in thick tendrils, hissing like twenty thousand snakes. I braced myself, knowing this would happen, but it didn't prepare me for the real thing. Inside my head, I heard a voice, slithering into one ear, and coiling around my brain: I am the Spirit of Delphi, speaker of the prophecies of Phoebus Apollo, slayer of the mighty Python. Approach seeker, and ask.

I took a deep breath, gathered my courage, and asked, "What will happen on my quest?"

The mist swirled more thickly, collecting right in front of me, and around the table with the pickled monster part jars, suddenly there were four men sitting around the table playing cards, their faces became clearer. It was Smelly Gabe, and his buddies.

My fists clenched, though I knew this poker party couldn't be real. It was an illusion made out of mist.

Gabe turned torward me, and spoke in the rasping voice of the oracle: Two shall go west and face the god who has turned.

His buddy on the right looked up then said: You shall find what was stolen, and see it safely returned.

The guy on the left threw in two poker chips, then said: You will be attacked by the thief by summer's end.

Eddie, our building super, delivered the worst line of all: You shall fail to save what matters most in the end.

Finally, all four spoke together: And your family will grow by prophecies end.

The figures began to disolve, though I knew enough from mitéra that I knew I couldn't get anymore information from her, and so I went back to Chiron before slumping in the chair.

"Well?" Chiron asked, causing me to sigh, before repeating the prophecy.

"So only two on the quest," Chiron said. "and you will retrieve the master bolt, and find more family but fail to save something more important. That doesn't sound good. Still, Prophecies have double meanings most of the time."

"True." I said frowning. "But still, something seems off. The god in the west is Hades, and he sent Mrs. Dodds to get me to confess my theft, so something fishy is going on here."

"Hades, but...but...but can't it be some other god?" Grover asked.

"Hades is the only one that lives in the west." I sighed, "The rest live in the east on Olympus."

"Oh." Grover muttered.

"Now I just need a companion." I said.

"Ah, yes." Chiron said. "There is one who has already volunteered. If you will accept her help?"

"Who is it?" I asked.

The air shivered before Annabeth became visible, stuffing a Yankee's cap in her pocket.

"I've been waiting a long time for a quest, seaweed brain." She said. "Athena is no fan of Poseidon, but if you're going to save the world, I'm the best person to keep you from messing up."

"No." I said.

"What?" She demanded. "Why not?"

"Your reaction when you found out my parentage last night, shows you believe in our parents rivalry." I said. "As such I can't trust you not to do something to me on the quest without getting to know you better, which we don't have time for."

"I'm a daughter of Athena." she said. "You need my intelligence to be successful, seaweed brain."

"There are other people that can help in other ways." I retorted. "I am not taking someone I can't trust, not for something this important."

"She's a good person." Grover said. "You can trust her."

"Sorry Grover." I said. "I don't know her well enough to decide for myself."

"Fine," she yelled. "but when you fail because you're not smart enough to succeed without me, don't come crying to me."

She then stomped off, before Grover looked between me and her, before running after Annabeth.

I shook my head before turning to Chiron. "Can I ask Lou Ellen Blackstone?" and after getting his nod, left to ask her.

Thanks for reading the chapter, also sorry how short the confrontation between Percy and Annabeth is.