I rushed to the side of Zoe, as her eyes slowly flickered open. "Percy?" I helped her sit up as she tried to regain her bearings. "Where are we?" she asked before she suddenly clenched her eyes shut as her body shook. "What's happening to her?" I yell at the Fates, which in hindsight was a terrible idea. "Percy, maybe you shouldn't yell at the Fates," Lethe said nervously, looking between me and the Fates. "No, that's fine," said the Fate holding a ball of yarn.

Lachesis, the Measurer of Life.

She continued speaking, "He is, after all, our nephew,"

"You're joking right?" I finally said once my brain processed the words. Their expressions didn't change once. "The Fates are the Eldest children of Nyx, formed from the essence of Night and Destiny or Nyx and Ananke. Very much the same way you were reborn. That makes them our older sisters," said Styx carefully.

"Terrible sisters," I heard Phlegathon mutter but everyone ignored her. "But to answer your question Perseus, she is being forcefully brought back to life," said the Fate with shears, the one who cuts the thread of life, Atropos, the one who cannot be changed.

"Forcefully?"

"The Doors of Death were sealed, she was brought back by the imbalance of power when you returned her immortal power," I held Zoe tighter as her convulsions slowly ceased, and her eyes, black as volcanic rocks, opened and met mine. "What happened to thy eyes?" Zoe asked startled, not noticing our location or our godly "guests". I looked up at Styx questioningly. She looked at me with pride before summoning a full length mirror. I let go of Zoe and stood up, gazing into the mirror with awe.

It was me and yet, it wasn't me at the same time.

I stood at my old height of 6'2 and had the same messy black hair. My facial features had changed, making me look like an ancient Greek king. I looked godly. But what captured my attention the most were my eyes.

They flowed and twisted, moving like a living creature. They flashed red, dark blue, then black before ending back on red. It was unsettling to say the least. But also mesmerizing at the same time.

I looked down and yelped, what was I wearing?

I had a traditional Greek chiton but it was dark blue, I was wearing golden sandals that traveled up my ankles. I was visibly more muscled than before. I glanced back at the mirror.

"Cool clothes but how do I change?"

"I wake up after dying and thou are concerned about the way thee is dressed?" I heard Zoe say before she faltered. "Wait…Did I really die? It seems like it was only a dream," She said in soft voice. I turned and strode back to Zoe holding her tight as sobs racked her body. "It's okay Zoe, I'm here. I won't ever leave you," And I meant it.

I pulled Zoe with me to my waiting family and the Fates, waving my hand and imagining the mirror was gone. To my surprise, it disappeared. It seemed I had natural talent and my powers. Zoe looked at me curiously through her tearstained eyes but I sent her a look. Later

Zoe's eyes widened as she kneeled in respect. "Why do you kneel for us child? Are you afraid of us?" The Three Sisters of Fate spoke in unison. Zoe surprised me by answering in a determined voice, "I kneel not because I fear thy power, but because I respect thee and the balance thy maintain in the universe,"

The three sisters nodded to each other, "You have proven yourself worthy,"

Zoe shifted uncomfortably, "Worthy of what?"

Lachesis spoke separately, "To become our champion of course, our nephew," she stared at me disapprovingly, "Our nephew brought you back to life by an imbalance of power, he changed fate but we sense that you will be needed in the future. We give you the offer to become the First Champion of Fate, do you accept?"

Her face held a myriad of expressions, first shock, and then it slowly shifted into pride.

"I accept,"

The Fates each placed a hand on her forehead and she started to glow a bright white. I didn't look away because I knew I wouldn't disintegrate. After a moment, the sisters pulled their hands away and the glow faded away. Zoe's outfit changed from a silver hunter's outfit to a startlingly white cloak with a hood. She had a silver bow over her shoulder and a long hairclip in her hair. With a shock I realized it was riptide Zoe looked at herself appraisingly apparently liking the new look.

"Being our champion restores your immortality and increases your skills and senses. Now that you have regained your sword, Perseus will teach you how to wield it as he is the greatest Greco-Roman swordsman,"

I blushed at that, "I'm not the greatest hero, there are plenty of heroes that have surpassed me," I tried to argue.

Everyone sighed in exasperation; Zoe, my mothers, and the Fates. "One day Percy, one day you will realize your worth in the world," said Acheron gently.

"We must go, look after our champion nephew," said the Fates before they disappeared.

Zoe turned to me, "Now, will someone tell me what just happened?" she asked annoyed.

"Thou are insane," was Zoe's only comment after I told her what happened to me at camp and what happened to me when I bathed in the rivers. Apparently, when her spirit was placed in the stars, she joined the Court of Ouranos. Ouranos was still awake unlike his wife Gaea but could only maintain a disembodied form. He allowed her to view the events on Earth from the second Titan war and the second Giant war. So all I had to tell her was after I gave up riptide. She had pulled riptide from her hair and studied it, proving I wasn't lying.

Still, Zoe can be stubborn when she wanted to.

"Zoe, please," I sighed exasperated. We had been going on for hours and my ever so helpful mothers were watching in amusement. "No Perseus, I will not and cannot believe this-" she was cut off. "For the love of Chaos girl, your accent is annoying!" exclaimed Lethe while placing her palm against Zoe's forehead. There was a flash of a bright, white light and Lethe removed her hand. "There," she said satisfied, "I replaced your accent with modern English,"

"How did you do that?" Zoe asked incredulously before her eyes widened in surprise. "I'm the spirit of the Lethe which is the River of Forgetfulness, which deals with erasing memories…" Lethe gave a pointed look at Zoe.

Zoe still looked confused by I started to get it. "It means that the memories don't just dissolve forever, Lady Lethe retains all of the memories of every single person who takes a dip in her river. Which I think means she can transfer memories between people." I said. My mothers nodded in agreement and proceeded to tell Zoe to accept it or die.

That made me crack up because I knew they were not serious (well maybe not Acheron, she could be pretty menacing when she wants to) but Zoe didn't know that. Once I finished laughing and Zoe stopped glaring at me, I asked the question that was foremost on my mind.

"So what now?"

Cocytus smiled widely which was strange with tears dripping from her face but I ignored that. "The two of you will be a team, Percy will be the judgment bringer on those who break their oaths on Styx, and Zoe will reenact the will of the Fates,"

"So do we leave now?" I asked while gesturing at my ancient Greek attire.

"No," Styx said almost menacingly, "Now you train,"

Sorry Pixels for the wait, my grades in school dropped and I had to focus on them. On the flip side though, I have a few chapters already written so I will update within the week. As always, best comment gets a dedication, vote, and favorite.

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