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Athena, like always, was calm and collected. She sat in her temple on Olympus, book in hand as she flipped through the pages. She already knew everything of course, but found it important to see the events from all angels. Apollo's rays beat down on her, the suns heat a pleasant warmth against her skin. A soft breeze from the north blew her hair, a perfect contrast.
By all accounts, it was a wonderful day.
Then something odd happened. Don't misunderstand; she was a goddess. She was more then used to what mortals would call 'odd,' acts from divine beings such as herself they had not the power to do themselves.
But she doubted this was from any of the minor or Olympian gods or goddesses.
The air, which had been calm a moment before, turned stale and heavy. Which was a feat, considering the godly strength she possessed. Not as much as Ares's strength of course, but she was a goddess of war; she was no laughing matter. The warmth that had beat down on her before turned cold, as if all the life had been sucked out of it. Which again, made little sense considering the air was not alive to begin with.
Then the oldest thing of all happened. Space bent. The spot beside her became distorted, in a way as if it was swirling in on itself, then caved and opened a whole to somewhere... other. Then a soft thud sounded and everything went back to normal, expect that where the odd portal-like void had been was now a book. Well, not a book. Several. In total, she counted ten.
Ten books. All stacked perfectly on top of each other. At the very top, there was a piece of wood with a message carved into it. Curious, Athena picked it up and read the words aloud;
"From the Fates, to the Gods. Use them wisely." She read. Interesting. The Fates? Why would they send her books? At least that explained the oddness that had just happened. Picking up the first book, she read the title; Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief.
Curious. Who was this Percy and why did he steal lightning?
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Percy hated Gods. And monsters. And the Fates. He hated everything divine.
Annabeth sat next to him, groaning softly into the grass where they had awoken. Grover sat besides him, and a little ways off he could see Nico, Will, Clarisse, Connor and Travis Stoll, Thalia, Pollux... and Castor and Jason.
Who were both dead.
What was going on?
Pollux woke first, groaning softly, before his eyes sweeping around. They met Percy's briefly, before finally landing on his brother. A choked sound escaped him in surprise, like if he was drinking something he would have spit it out. Percy wouldn't have blamed him. He nearly choked on his own saliva when he saw the two.
Quickly, Pollux crawled over to his twin, who looked no different than he had when he died.
"How... what...?" He mumbled in awe and a bit of horror. Percy knew he wasn't talking to him, but he answered anyway.
"I have no idea. Jason is here to." The two met eyes, confusion and worry, because while they were happy to have them back, they had no idea what this all meant.
"Ugh, enchiladas," Grover mumbled, before getting whacked by Annabeth with a soft 'ow.'
"Shut it Grover, I'm sleeping." She mumbled. Then she shot up. "This is not my room. Where are we?" She asked, looking around, her mouth dropping open when seeing the two previously dead demigods. "Are we... did we die?" She asked.
Huh. Percy hadn't thought of that. Before he could say anything she continued.
"No. Nevermind. We've been to the underworld and the entrance doesn't look like this. We haven't decided to be judged yet, so we can't be in Elysium either." She turned, looking around. "Which means... they came back to life?" She asked, counting a bit skeptical. Percy repressed a smile. She was brilliant.
Slowly, all the others woke up, looking around in confusion, then seeing Castor and Jason, and switching to what demigods called 'survival mode.' Thalia reacted somewhat similar to Pollux, who had grabbed Jason and held him close. Jason and Castor looked around in confusion, before everyone explained to them what little they knew. The two felt for there heartbeats and confirmed they were alive one again.
Right. how was this possible?
Clarisse clapped her hands, drawing everyone's attention from where she sat next to Annabeth.
"Right. Does anyone have any weapons?" She asked.
Percy checked for Riptide, gasping when he couldn't find it. The others looked worried when he told them. No one else had anything either. Annabeth looked worried. "We're twelve demigods out in the wild with no weapons in a strange place." She sighed. "Perfect."
"We should get out of the open." Nico said.
"I agree." Said Will. Everyone stood, looking around again. The trees around them were thick and dark, stretching so high it looked like they were scraping the sky. The air was crisper too, as if it was sharper. Percy noticed everyone was wearing camp clothes, with the bright orange shirt, expect Thalia who had her hunter of Artemis's uniform on.
"We need to change if we come across civilization." He decided. "The shirt is easy to spot, which makes it easy to spot us. We don't have weapons, so if anything happens we need to be able to run and hide." Everyone agreed.
"It's getting late." Jason interrupted, his voice slightly scratchy like he hadn't used it in a while. "We should find a place to rest. We can take watch in pairs. Castor and Pollux go first, then Thalia and I, then Percy and Annabeth, then Travis and Connor, than Nico and Will. Clarisse can go with Grover. Does that sound good to everyone?"
Once everyone agreed, the group began to walk. The forest floor was covered in roots and sticks waiting to trip them, and Annabeth shuddered a couple times before mumbling, "hidden spider death-traps," staring at the ground like it personally offended her. Percy offered to carry her at one point, but she declined.
"You need to save you're strength. If someone gets injured, you might have to carry them, and it's pretty likely considering we have four children of the big three and no weapons."
Connor nodded seriously. "We're like monsters catnip."
"If we're monster catnip, does that make Percy godnip?" Travis asked. A couple snicked at that. Percy rolled his eyes and affectionately shoved the two. They grinned and shoved him right back.
They were in deep trouble, but they had each other.
They had faced more hardships in their short life than most faced there whole lives. They had survived wars, primordial beings, and three of them, (Nico, Percy and Annabeth) had survived tartarus.
They could survive this too. Whatever 'this' was.
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Zeus had been sitting on his throne, minding his own when his daughter Athena threw open the doors to the throne room, seemingly in a hurry with what looked like several books clutched in her arms.
Immediately, she bowed, though Zeus could tell she had much to say.
"Rise, daughter, and speak of you're purpose." He commanded. She did so.
She told him of how she had found the books, given to her by the Fates themselves, and how she asked him to read them as well right this very instance. Though Zeus didn't quite wish to read ten books at the moment, the urgency in her eyes told him he should.
"Very well," he sighed. "Give me the first one."
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Will would not survive this.
There group had been walking for nearly three hours before deciding to take a break. Nico kept insisting he could shadow travel them back home, and Will kept reminding him he has overdone it just the day before and would literally fade into nothingness if he did so.
He was very close to strangling his boyfriend.
Pollux and Castor took first shift, which meant he and Nico went to sleep. The two snuggled close, the rest of the group forming a cuddle pile with them to help keep warm.
Quickly, he was out like a light, the days exhaustion weighing on him.
He dreamed he was in a cave. Moss pressed gently against his oddly bare feet as three shriveled old women weaved together, one holding a giant pair of scissors. He instantly recognized them as the three Fates.
One of them opened her mouth, head snapping to him to grin in a terrifying manner. "Children of gods long forgotten, promises broken from the river of hate," The other snapped her head to him as well, taking over, "To reverse fate, a world so broken, sent back to a time long ago." Finally, the third looked at him, the other two still staring as well. "Ten books with knowledge given to the divine, the gods read from cover to spine, to fix the wrongs they have done, and heed the lessons from the messenger's son." Then all three spoke at the same time. "From present to past, the future is sent, twelve children of heavenly Olympian decent." Suddenly, it was as if he was blasted, he flies backward---
Will wakes gasping, loud enough to wake those around him, his heart pounding.
"Will?" Nico asks, grabbing his hand. "What's wrong."
Will explains what happened in his dream. "They gave me a prophecy---" suddenly, he freezes. His eyes glaze over, and murky yellow smoke begins to pour from his mouth. An old, ancient voice sounding suspiciously like the Fates begins to speak.
"Children of gods long forgotten, promises broken from the river of hate.
To reverse fate, a world so broken, sent back to a time long ago.
Ten books of knowledge given to the divine, the gods read from cover to spine.
Shall they fix the wrongs they have done, and heed the lessons from the messengers son,
or fail to put aside their pride, and watch as their children continue to die, unable to help, unable to try.
From present to past, the future is sent, twelve children of heavenly Olympian decent."
Then Will collapses, caught by Nico, who looks around, noting the expressions of the demigods.
"Did Will just... deliver a prophecy?" Thalia asked.
"He is a child of Apollo." Grover reasoned.
"Is it just me, or does this prophecy seem a lot more obvious then normal?" Annabeth asked. Everyone nodded.
"From present to past, the future is sent, twelve children of heavenly Olympian decent. That's obviously us. So we were sent to the past?" Percy asked.
"Sounds like it." Jason agreed. Everyone looked at each other.
"You don't think they mean..." Castor began.
"Ancient Greece?" Pollux finished. "Unfortunately, with our luck..." the others nods in agreement.
Will blinked, eyes still blurry as Nico help him sit back.
"My head hurts." He commented. Then he promptly passed out.
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Apollo had been happily riding his chariot across the sky when he received a summons. Sighing, he snapped fingers, teleporting into the room and quickly taking his seat, wondering what his father could want now. Once everyone had arrived, Athena, surprisingly, stepped forward.
She was holding ten books. While it wasn't uncommon or even surprising for her to be carrying one or two books around, Apollo thought ten was a little much. And he was the god of knowledge!
Athena looked around, before beginning her tale.
"Earlier today, I was sitting..."
Hopefully this wouldn't be too boring.
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"It's done," Clotho, the spinner said.
"Indeed," Lacheisis, the allotter said.
"We can only watch from here," Atropos the inflexible said.
"Indeed." Clotho agreed.
The three sisters sat back, watching as the threads they had so carefully spun woke up in the new world. Or, past world, more accurately.
"Good luck, little threads."