THIRD POV

ANCIENT GREECE, ON MOUNT OLYMPUS.

It is an annual meeting on Olympus. So of course Hades is present but re-thinking on why the heck did he come to this meeting. Let's see why. Zeus and Hera arguing on how Zeus cheating on Hera and siring demigod children. Poseidon and Athena still arguing on the matter of Athens. Apollo and Artemis on who is better in archery. Dionysus on the verge of sleeping with a wine bottle in his hand. Ares and Hephaestus glaring at each other and arguing whom Aphrodite loves most. Aphrodite checking her reflection in a mirror and thinking what dress to wear tomorrow. Hermes arguing with George and Martha. Demeter yelling that nobody in the throne room eats cereal. Hestia tending the fire at the hearth in her 8 year old form listening to the constant bickering of the Olympians. Hades is bored out of his mind with nothing important or interesting happening. Suddenly there was a bright light and a note floated down and landed on Hades' lap. Everybody was curious on what information is in the note. Hades opened the note and cleared his throat and started to read loudly….

Dear Olympians,

We request you to bring Hercules, Perseus, Theseus, Jason, Orion, Triton, Amphitrite and the huntresses to the Throne room immediately.

Fates.

Zeus ordered Hermes to flash the respected heroes and Artemis to flash her huntresses. Immediately after explaining why they are here another note came floating down and landed on Athena's lap. She cleared her throat and read aloud

Dear Olympians, Heroes and Huntresses,

You are all summoned together to read about the greatest demigod to ever live from 21st century. Few demigods, a satyr, and a mortal will be arriving from future as soon as reading this letter is finished. You can ask out their names but the godly parent will be soon found out while reading the books. Some information in the book may look like offence to the gods but they are not to harm any of them. Harming any of them will lead to dreadful consequences.

Fates

P.S. Apollo be ready to heal somebody from your time.

As soon as Athena finished reading, there was a bright light and some people dropped to the ground in a huge heap. After few millennia of curses(just kidding), after few minutes of cursing from the demigods they successfully disentangled themselves. A boy with black hair and green eyes who seemed to be the leader of the group stepped forward and asked what are they doing here. After explaining everything introductions were held.

Perseus Jackson- demigod

Annabeth Chase- demigod

Jason Grace- demigod

Piper McLean- demigod

Hazel Lavesque- demigod

Frank Zhang- demigod

Leo Valdez- demigod

Clarisse La Rue- demigod

Chris Rodriguez- demigod

Conner and Travis Stoll- demigod

Katie Gardener- demigod

Nico diangelo- demigod

Will Solace- demigod

Thalia Grace- demigod and Lieutenant of Artemis

Rachel Elizabeth Dare- mortal and Oracle of Delphi

Grover Underwood- satyr

After that the future demigods are introduced to the past heroes. Immediately after seeing Hercules all the demigods punched and kicked him in literally every part of the body leaving a bruised and battered Hercules. "I guess this is what the Fates said about healing somebody." said Apollo and healed Hercules. Then 5 books landed on Hestia's lap. She asked if anyone want to read, immediately Thalia raised her hand. So Hestia passed the first book to Thalia.

PERCY'S POV

"So the first book is 'Percy Jackson and Lightning thief.'" said Thalia.

"Why does it have to be on me. Urgh….. I hate you fates." I groaned.

"Go on with it Seaweed brain." said Annabeth chuckling. My wisegirl is beautiful when she laughs. I am so lucky to have her.

"So first chapter, 'I ACCIDENTLY VAPORIZE MY PRE-ALGEBRA TEACHER'"

Everybody stares at me like I have grown a second head. I sigh "If you would be in my place I am sure the same would have happened to you"

Look I don't wan't to be a Half-blood.

"Same here" were chorused among the future demigods.

If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is:

"OMG! Everybody find a safe place and hide." yelled the Stolls and Leo.

"Shut up you guys! I can give a good advice." I pouted, causing several of them chorusing 'In your dreams'. I kept my hand on my heart and gasped in fake hurt "Have faith in me guys" and chuckled with them.

"Why did you guys acted in that way when he have an advice?" asked 'the ever-questioning' Athena.

"When he gives you an advice it usually end up him being nearly killed and the others killed or injured" replied Nico.

"Shut up Death-breath" I grumbled.

close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.

"Actually, that ….. is a good advice" mumbled Clarisse.

"See! I could give a good advice!" I shouted. They all rolled their eyes.

Being a half-blood is dangerous.

"Check" us demigods mumbled causing the Olympians and the other heroes to stare at us thinking why.

It's scary.

"Double-check" we said a little louder.

Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.

"Triple-check" we yelled this time.

If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened. But if you recognize yourself in these pages—if you feel something stirring inside—stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you. Don't say I didn't warn you.

"Who will come for us" asked Leo.

"Even a person with 50% IQ could tell that 'they' are monsters. But as it is seeing you, you don't even have 25%, so I guess you are an exception." Piper said cheekily.

We all laughed at Leo's red face due to embarrassment.

My name is Percy Jackson. I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York. Am I a troubled kid?

"Yes!" all the demigods yelled causing me to pout.

Yeah. You could say that.

"He agrees" yelled the Stolls, Leo and Chris.

I could start at any point in my short miserable life to prove it, but things really started going bad last May, when our sixth-grade class took a field trip to Manhattan—twenty-eight mental-case kids and two teachers on a yellow school bus, heading to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff.

"It's torture" said Jason.

I know—it sounds like torture.

Now Jason looked horrified that he is thinking same as me.

Most Yancy field trips were. But Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading this trip, so I had hopes. Mr. Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee. You wouldn't think he'd be cool, but he told stories and joked and let us play games in class. He also had this awesome collection of Roman armor and weapons, so he was the only teacher whose class didn't put me to sleep.

"You sleep in you classes?!" yelled Athena and Annabeth causing me to shrink in my seat. These both can look really scary and that coming from me is rare.

I hoped the trip would be okay. At least, I hoped that for once I wouldn't get in trouble.

"Impossible for you Kelp-head" said Thalia looking up from the book.

Boy, was I wrong.

Thalia gave me a look that said 'I said so'

See, bad things happen to me on field trips. Like at my fifth-grade school, when we went to the Saratoga battlefield, I had this accident with a Revolutionary War cannon. I wasn't aiming for the school bus, but of course I got expelled anyway.

"I am liking this guy" grumbled Ares. All the people from the future scoffed at his comment seeing how he is after my blood in the future considering I kicking his ass at the age of twelve hardly with any training.

And before that, at my fourth-grade school, when we took a behind-the-scenes tour of the Marine World shark pool, I sort of hit the wrong lever on the catwalk and our class took an unplanned swim. And the time before that…Well, you get the idea.

"No! We wan't to learn more" whined the Stolls and Chris.

This trip, I was determined to be good. All the way into the city, I put up with Nancy Bobofit, the freckly, redheaded kleptomaniac girl, hitting my friend Grover in the back of the head with chunks of peanut-butter-and-ketchup sandwich.

"What!" Annabeth and Thalia nothing but yelled.

Grover was an easy target. He was scrawny.

"I am not" argued Grover.

He cried when he got frustrated.

"I don't" yelled Grover.

"Actually you do G-man" said Annabeth holding a chuckle.

He must've been held back several grades, because he was the only sixth grader with acne and the start of a wispy beard on his chin. On top of all that, he was crippled. He had a note excusing him from PE for the rest of his life because he had some kind of muscular disease in his legs. He walked funny, like every step hurt him, but don't let that fool you. You should've seen him run when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria.

"Grover you will give away you cover" yelled Annabeth and Thalia.

Anyway, Nancy Bobofit was throwing wads of sandwich that stuck in his curly brown hair, and she knew I couldn't do anything back to her because I was already on probation. The headmaster had threatened me with death by in-school suspension if anything bad, embarrassing, or even mildly entertaining happened on this trip. "I'm going to kill her," I mumbled.

"Even me" Nico, Thalia and Annabeth grumbled.

Grover tried to calm me down. "It's okay. I like peanut butter."

"But not in your head" I murmured.

He dodged another piece of Nancy's lunch. "That's it." I started to get up, but Grover pulled me back to my seat. "You're already on probation," he reminded me. "You know who'll get blamed if anything happens." Looking back on it, I wish I'd decked Nancy Bobofit right then and there. In-school suspension would've been nothing compared to the mess I was about to get myself into.

Mr. Brunner led the museum tour. He rode up front in his wheelchair, guiding us through the big echoey galleries, past marble statues and glass cases full of really old black-andorange pottery. It blew my mind that this stuff had survived for two thousand, three thousand years. He gathered us around a thirteen-foot-tall stone column with a big sphinx on the top, and started telling us how it was a grave marker, a stele, for a girl about our age. He told us about the carvings on the sides. I was trying to listen to what he had to say, because it was kind of interesting,

Every demigod is shocked that I am interested in something other than sword fighting. Hey but I have interest in other things too! Right?

but everybody around me was talking, and every time I told them to shut up, the other teacher chaperone, Mrs. Dodds, would give me the evil eye.

"Why do I get a feeling that she is a monster" Jason whisperd to Piper.

Mrs. Dodds was this little math teacher from Georgia who always wore a black leather jacket, even though she was fifty years old. She looked mean enough to ride a Harley right into your locker.

Hades was thinking that she sounds familiar.

She had come to Yancy halfway through the year, when our last math teacher had a nervous breakdown. From her first day, Mrs. Dodds loved Nancy Bobofit and figured I was devil spawn. She would point her crooked finger at me and say, "Now, honey," real sweet, and I knew I was going to get after-school detention for a month. One time, after she'd made me erase answers out of old math workbooks until midnight, I told Grover I didn't think Mrs. Dodds was human. He looked at me, real serious, and said, "You're absolutely right."

"Grover are you intending to reveal about evrythig!?" yelled Annabeth.

Mr. Brunner kept talking about Greek funeral art. Finally, Nancy Bobofit snickered something about the naked guy on the stele, and I turned around and said, "Will you shut up?" It came out louder than I meant it to. The whole group laughed.

Cue everyone laughing in the Throne room while I tried to hide my embrassment.

Mr. Brunner stopped his story. "Mr. Jackson," he said, "did you have a comment?" My face was totally red. I said, "No, sir." Mr. Brunner pointed to one of the pictures on the stele. "Perhaps you'll tell us what this picture represents?" I looked at the carving, and felt a flush of relief, because I actually recognized it. "That's Kronos eating his kids, right?"

"Out of all, it should be that!?" groaned the five elder Olympians.

"Yes," Mr. Brunner said, obviously not satisfied. "And he did this because…" "Well…" I racked my brain to remember. "Kronos was the king god, and —"

"God!?" yelled Zeus ready to smite me.

"God?" Mr. Brunner asked. "Titan," I corrected myself. "And…he didn't trust his kids, who were the gods. So, um, Kronos ate them, right? But his wife hid baby Zeus, and gave Kronos a rock to eat instead. And later, when Zeus grew up, he tricked his dad, Kronos, into barfing up his brothers and sisters—" "Eeew!" said one of the girls behind me. "—and so there was this big fight between the gods and the Titans," I continued, "and the gods won."

"Did he summarize one of the longest battles in history in a couple of sentences" mused Hermes while other Gods eyed be disbelievingly.

"That is Percy for you" said Katie.