Fused with Time

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor plot, all rights belong to Rick Riordan.

A hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap.

Luke unlatched the side straps of his armor, exposing a small bit of his skin just under his left arm, a place that would be very hard to hit. With difficulty, he stabbed himself.

It wasn't a deep cut, but Luke was clearly in pain.

"Percy," he grunted. "Not . . . enough!"

Understanding what he meant, I grabbed the hilt of the knife and with a grunt, shoved it deeper into his flesh.

Luke howled. His body began to glow a bright gold. The throne room shook, but I managed to hold onto the knife and continue to sink it deeper. Luke began to emit a powerful aura, causing blisters to form on my skin.

I shut my eyes.

Demigods, satyrs, nature spirits, and gods—major and minor— alike were gathered around the large Olympian throne room. They were here to celebrate the five year anniversary of a very important day, a holiday of sorts.

Five years ago here, in this very room, two heroes perished. There were no corpses, no proof they had ever even existed, except for the memories that the gathered people— if gods could be called people— held.

"We're gathered here today to celebrate an important day," Poseidon said, standing in front of his throne. "Five years ago today, we lost the lives of many. Many of our children, friends, and siblings' lives have been sacrificed to achieve the time of peace that we have reached now. But their sacrifices and wishes shall not be forgotten.

"And the first step to immortalizing their legacies shall be this statue," he pointed towards a large shape covered by a shroud.

At his signal, Annabeth, the Architect of Olympus, and her boyfriend Michael, a son of Hephaestus, removed the shroud. What was revealed could only be described as beautiful.

In the middle of the throne room, the exact same spot where it happened, was a statue of the Savior of Olympus. Carved out of a single marble block was the Savior of Olympus impaling Kronos right under his left arm, his achilles heel. It was so detailed it almost made you feel that it was truly happening at the very moment you look at it.

"Perseus Jackson, my son, and Savior of Olympus!" Poseidon finished before sitting back down on his throne and adapting a saddened look. Since that faithful day five years ago, Poseidon had been in constant grieving. After all, it was his son that he had lost.

Zeus stood up, clearing his throat. "If anyone else has anything they'd like to add, speak up now."

But before anyone could do a thing, everyone's attention was drawn to the statue.

The statue was spreading with cracks, golden light spewing from out these cracks. Everyone just stared in shock at the statue as it slowly cracked, piece by piece. Suddenly it was engulfed in a golden light, blinding everyone in the room— gods included.

When the light died down, nothing seemed to have changed. The statue of Percy Jackson impaling Luke Castellan was still there except... it had color. No, it wasn't a statue, people realized. That was truly Percy Jackson impaling Luke Castellan!

Percy let go of his hold on the knife, allowing Luke to drop on the floor, dead. He then turned and scanned the room and everyone in it with his sea green, golden rimmed eyes. Wait, golden rimmed? Since when were his eyes rimmed with gold?

"H-how is everyone here?" Percy asked, a bewildered look on his face.

Before anyone could answer, he was tackled to the ground by a blur of silver.

"Percy!" Thalia shouted, clutching onto her cousin tightly. "You're alive!"

"Thals. Can't. Breath." Percy croaked out.

Thalia pulled back from the hug, but still held him at arm length. "We thought you were dead, kelp-head," she said, her eyes beginning to water.

"Dead?" Percy asked confused. "Why would you think I was dead?"

Annabeth, who had just gotten out of her shock, answered, "You were gone for five years!"

"Annabeth you're okay!" Percy observed gladly, before again becoming confused. "Who's that?" He asked, pointing at the tall dark haired boy she was holding hands with.

"I'm Michael," Michael said, still in shock at the recent events.

"SOMEONE EXPLAIN WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!" Zeus demanded, cutting off anything Percy was about to say.

"It seems Perseus was in a time stop of sorts and had just escaped. How this happened though, I do not know," Athena said, seemingly deep in thought.

Percy turned to face Zeus and his eyes turned gold. "Hello, Zeus. Miss me?" Percy said in a deep and ancient voice. He then held out his open hand, and a six foot bronze and steel scythe flew into his hand.

Realization flashed across Zeus' face. "Kronos," he whispered, fearfully.

Author's Note: This was just an idea I came up with while thinking about how so many PJO stories are so commonly used. (Looking at you Betrayal, Guardian, and Book Reading stories.)

I don't know if I'm going to continue this as a story, I just wanted to publish the idea cause I thought it was really cool. If you guys would like me to continue though, tell me. Also what pairing do you want it to be? Percy x Hera would be pretty cool in my opinion but also kind of hard to pull off, I don't think there are any good stories with that pairing.

Well uh, I hope you enjoyed that scene. Notify me if I made any grammar mistakes or did anything wrong. Also check out my other two stories if you haven't already. I should probably stop using 'Time' in my story titles.

Tell me if you liked the idea.