As I am writing chapter 11, I have removed many ideas from the chapter, and put them here, where I expanded on them. However, these conflict with my plans for the series, so I will never be able to add them to any chapter. I was planning on releasing this at the end of the story, but I have decided to release it now, so that I don't release nothing for so long.

Just to make absolutely clear, none of the is canon.

Not canon.

This is not canon.

I repeat, this ISN'T a part of the story.

This isn't canon.

All line breaks will be replaced with me saying not canon.

NOT CANON story 1: "He's alive! HE'S ALIVE!" or 'in which Liliana becomes a mad scientist but with magic'

"Percy... no... no no no... Percy no die! No! Percy no die! No die! No!" Liliana was sobbing as she hit Zoe with her weak fists.

"I am sorry, Liliana. He was a... a good man."

"No tell good! Percy no tell no! No die! No no no!" Liliana refused to accept Percy's death.

The Titans were defeated thanks to Thalia sacrificing the Ophiotaurus, and the world safe, for now. Everything was going good.

But Percy was gone.

Lily's big brother, the first one who could understand her, her lifeline... he was her everything. He couldn't be gone.

"I am not lying. I am so sorry, young one. Perseus is truly gone. He sacrificed himself so Thalia might live to save Olympus, save thee."

"Percy..." Liliana could do nothing but cry in Zoe's arms.

After a while, Zoe spoke.

"Before he sent us away, he said something rather odd to myself. Perhaps he similarly confided something in thee? He told me... He said..."

After she fought away the blush, she continued, "He told me he was glad I wasn't going to die this time. Dost thee know wherefor he hath said this?"

"Old..." Liliana managed to sniffle. "Percy old no tell."

"Hmm... He seemed older than he was, and told thee to keep it secret. If he truly was older, it might be due to him somehow traveling to our present, his past."

Liliana thought hard.

"Percy magic," she pointed out.

"That was odd. I hath never heard of a male able to use magic. It has never happened before, as far as I know."

"Mysteries."

"Mysteries?"

"Mysteries Mysteries."

"Mysteries."

"Yes."

Zoe left to discover what the daughter of Hecate was talking about.

Eventually, she came to know of the Seven Mysteries of Percy Jackson, and things started to make more sense.

"He knew things about others they had never confided in anyone, and was more skilled than anyone they knew. And I saw in his eyes also, a look of pain. He had seen death. If he was from a different world, it makes sense. He knew what others had told him in the future, but it seemed he could read minds and memories."

"Percy die little."

"Hmm? He only showed a little concern for his own life? True, he did not even suggest we fight off the metal giant together. He did not fear it. Is it possible... he is sent to a different world every time he dies? To a point in his past, to relive it?"

"Little. Little."

"I think it is a possibility as well."

Liliana's eyes widened. "Lily go Percy."

"What? How dost thee plan to do that?"

"Big big big old. Lily big big big magic."

"Thou shalt grow strong over time, and become powerful enough to cast a spell to go to him? Wouldst thou like to join the Huntresses? I will translate for thee, and thou shalt have companionship whilst thee enact thy plans."

"No. Lily go Percy. Lily go Percy only."

"I understand. I will not distract thee on thy quest then.

~NOT CANON~

"You are the only daughter of Hecate I know who still cannot speak after a decade."

"Total focus on Percy. Only Percy matters."

"Is that really true, Lily?"

"You hunter. No men good. Percy good. Only Percy good."

"We agree on something. But there is more to life than men, even one like him. If you join the Hunters, you can have a family. You don't need Percy to be happy."

"Zoe happy?"

"I... what? Of course I am, do not be ridiculous Lily."

"Zoe come tell Lily Percy. Tell Nancy Percy."

"Well, he is still a mystery. I do not come that often, anyhow."

Lily laughed to herself.

"Zoe no forget Percy."

"Well, I'll admit he is hard to forget about. But that doesn't mean anything. I am still happy."

"Zoe love Percy."

"That's not true. I like him, sure, but I do not love him. He could be a friend, were he still alive. But I would not go so far as to leave the Hunt to be with him. I am not so attached as you."

~NOT CANON~

"I can't believe you've actually done it."

"After only a century, I can finally sense Percy again. But... this is odd... He is..."

"Lily?"

"I suppose it makes sense. Hold on, Percy. I'm coming for my big brother. I'll make you keep your promise to me."

"Lily, if it's possible, could I see Percy, just once?"

"Finally admitting your true feelings, Zoe?"

"No. I simply wish to thank him for saving my life. And to slap him for flirting with a huntress."

Lily giggled.

"What's so funny?"

NOT CANON story 2: "The Most Powerful Being in the Universe Devoid Entirely of Hope"

A boy, no older than 12 or 13, sat on the top of a skyscraper, overlooking New York City. His legs dangled off the edge, and he mindlessly hummed a tune.

He brushed his messy black hair out of his sea green eyes as he swung his legs back onto the roof.

Something about him seemed sad in some way. He had a smile on his face and the tune he sang was a happy one, but none the less there was an undeniable air of melancholy about him.

The smile didn't reach his eyes, and the tune wasn't hummed with any force behind it.

He seemed... tired.

What he was tired of exactly was hard to discern, but in any case he could not be said to be an energetic child.

He put his hands in his jean pockets and walked towards the other side of the building, but as he walked he seemed to step on invisible stairs, each step propelling him forwards and upwards.

He kept climbing the unseen stairs until he was high above even the Empire State Building, where he simply stopped moving, only looking down, his plain orange T-shirt flapping madly in the wind.

His every move seemed to radiate his gentle sadness, from the way he walked to the expression on his face.

"Should this world be saved?" he asked himself aloud. "Or is it truly time for a new era?"

"What do you believe?" a little girl's voice asked from behind him.

He turned calmly and bowed his head slightly, before greeting, "Lady Hestia."

The 8-year-old Hestia laughed softly before shaking her head, "I do not know who you are, but it is plain to see you have no need to bow to one so weak as me."

It was the boy's turn to shake his head gently as he explained with a sad smile, "I bow to show respect, but I do not respect power. Lady Hestia, of all beings in existence, it is you I most respect. When the battles of gods and titans, mortals and giants, half bloods and monsters, all end, and humanity is waiting to be destroyed, all things will find comfort in the well tended hearth. In all these years, it is this that I have come to believe."

Hestia smiled the same sort of sad smile as the boy.

"All things find comfort in the well tended hearth. All but you and I."

"Yes. I have seen too much, lost all hope, lost even despair. Everything. There is no comfort left to be had."

"And who are you exactly?"

"I am Perseus Jackson, son of Sally Jackson. I have lived for a thousand millennia. I live the life of a demigod until I die, and I am sent back to this day. I seek to destroy the Crooked One, but the shackles of my blood limit me. Stronger than any god, but it is not enough. The king of titans is always stronger. To defeat the Crooked One, I have done everything. But even when all the forces of the gods are combined, we still cannot defeat him."

"Truly?" Hestia asked, concerned. "My father is truly rising?"

The boy nodded lightly, confirming, "Yes, the foremost amongst the progenitors of the gods, son of the sky and the earth, is rising from his prison."

"How is this possible? He has not been able to rise for so long..."

"It was a matter of time. And it was the pact among the eldest brothers. And it was negligence. The children of the gods feel abandoned. We Greeks, but the Romans in the West, as well. They are only children, after all. The Crooked One offers vengeance, he offers comfort. He offers lies. And what he has done cannot be undone in so little time. He will rise in as few as three years, or as many as ten, called from the pit by the pledges of demigod soldiers. The speed at which he acquires enough pledges determines the speed at which he rises, but his power is always the same. Unfathomable."

"And what of the current crisis? He is involved?"

"Of course. Luke, son of Hermes, stole both Zeus's bolt and Hades's helm. Ares caught him, but the promise of war drew the god into the scheme. Ares has the bolt and the helm in his possession. The Crooked One wants a war between the eldest brothers, to weaken them all, but he does not need it."

"Could the Crooked One not be convinced to see peace? Not be persuaded to stay away from the mountain of the gods?"

"I have tried. But there was nothing could be done to appease him."

"Perseus, please, come with me to my niece. Perhaps she can help?"

"No, she cannot. We have talked like this before, Hestia, first and last, eldest of the gods, last of the first to see the light of day. Pallas Athena can offer no solution. No god of the twelve and two are able."

"And what of other gods?"

"None I have found can help."

"Then what of a new god?"

"A new god?"

"You."

"Hmm..."

"If you went through an apotheosis, would your blood still limit you? My nephew was sewn into his father's calf, and gained godhood. It is not impossible for a demigod to transcend his mortality."

"There is but four short years before the Crooked One rises."

"Then perhaps you ought to move quickly."

The boy turned from the younger goddess and put his hands behind his back.

He looked up to the sky.

"Perhaps. Perhaps," he said gently as he considered it.

He began to walk from the goddess, and with each step he took, his form grew less and less distinct, more and more transparent, until he evaporated entirely into water vapor, and was gone.

~NOT CANON~

A 15-foot adult Hestia stood at the mouth of the U in the throne room of Olympus.

"Brothers and sisters, nephews and nieces, I have called you all here for several reasons. The first is this: Father is rising."

"WHAT?!" Zeus shouted.

Poseidon shot to attention, his face turning completely serious.

"We have all felt the signs. But we have ignored them. We have ignored them all, content to pretend our reign will never be endangered. No longer can this be allowed to continue."

"Sister, what has caused this revelation?" Zeus commanded an answer.

"The son of Poseidon, the 'lightning thief' you have been discussing so fervently, is no ordinary demigod. He was stronger than me."

The council was too stunned to respond.

"I felt someone in need of hope, but when I arrived to investigate, he was standing in the clouds, below Olympus, but not by much."

"Impossible!" cried Zeus. "I felt nothing in the skies I did not allow!"

"I do not know how he evaded your notice, though I expect he hid himself in the moisture in the air. Perhaps you thought he was merely a cloud?"

"Impossible!" Zeus repeated.

Ignoring her brother, Hestia continued, "When I approached, a fear more intense than any I have ever encountered filled my heart, and my very soul itself screamed to me the danger of that boy. Yet, he nodded toward me with respect. We spoke, and he told me many things. Things he should not know. Of the Romans. Of the camp he has never visited, of the solstice meeting. As well as your symbol, brother, the Helm of Darkness was taken as well. And he knows who took them, and who has them now. And he knows how Father will rise, and when, and what is giving him the strength to do so. Our children. They feel abandoned. Unwanted. Enough so that they want vengeance. They would turn even to Father, just to feel needed, respected. Perseus told me this, and he knows because he has lived it. For a million years, he said. He repeats his life after this day until his death. And I looked into his eyes, and saw the truth. He is older than any of us by far."

Zeus, furious, shook his head and ignored most of what Hestia just told him, shouting, "We must assemble a force to annihilate this son of Poseidon at once! He is a threat we cannot allow to continue!"

Athena spoke up, "With all due respect, Father, it is this type of thinking and action that has likely alienated us from our children. He could be our most valuable ally, yet because he threatens your reign, we must destroy him? Foolish."

"Is the son of Poseidon handsome?" asked Aphrodite out of nowhere.

"He is only twelve," answered Hestia, with some disdain.

"But is he handsome for a twelve year old?"

"Yes, I think so. What does it matter?" Hestia asked impatiently, not fond of this particular goddess.

"Just brainstorming..." Aphrodite pouted cutely.

Poseidon, who had not yet spoken, despite the conversation being about his son, asked Hestia hopefully, "My son, Percy, he... is he happy?"

Hestia closed her eyes and shook her head.

Poseidon deflated back into his chair, so much bad news all at once finally taking its toll.

"He is tired. So very tired."

Hestia opened her eyes and finished, "He has been alive for so long. We are all children in his eyes: limitless energy, running around, and causing trouble for him. Even Father is a youth to him, plotting revenge and scheming. Percy does not want to rule the world."

On the other side of the world, Percy mutters to himself, "I just want to rest."

None of that was canon. This is an author's note, by the way. Just wanted to be certain you read it so I disguised it. The reason for doing so being that it is imperative everyone understands that these two stories weren't canonical (though certain independent elements may be canon, obviously. Everything asserted isn't guaranteed to be non-canon, but mostly they aren't canon.

A good way to look at this is understanding these two stories to take place in wholly separate dimensions entirely. Similarities may coincidentally exist, but they are fundamentally unrelated to Ascension. I.e. 'Meanwhile, in an alternate universe:'

The second bottom A/N: Please leave a review telling me what you did and didn't like. If you leave a review saying anything that would lead me to believe you thought these stories were canon, then not only will I definitely not respond, I will also think you're an idiot. If you leave a review pretending to not understand this isn't canon, haha, very funny. You got me. You really showed me. So funny, yeah, hilarious. I've been goofed on. Good one.

By the way, if I didn't already mention it, yes, I am sorry for the lack of updates to this story. Things haven't been going superbly for me, so... I don't need to make excuses (since I don't literally owe you anything, you haven't paid for chapters or something like that), but I feel you should at least get an explanation, no matter how short and vague, for investing your time in reading this story.

Please, review. Studies show begging for reviews does in fact work. Study by me, in which chapters where I don't mention it, don't get as many reviews.