Summary: You know when life gets you down remember that you aren't a child of one of the most powerful gods in all of Greek mythology, you aren't being hunted down by monsters and gods, and everyone isn't pining after your twin brother, Percy Jackson. Welcome to my life, fate's favorite chew toy

Morally ambiguous! OFC! Semi SI! Twin! Other pantheons included

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I can go the distance

And I'll stay on track, no I won't accept defeat

It's an uphill slope

But I won't loose hope, 'till I go the distance

And my journey is complete

-Go the Distance by Walt Disney Studios (Hercules)

A/N:: So fun fact I learned while writing my other fanfic. So I was searching up Thalia you know, and I saw that she is actually two years younger than Luke. When the pair met she was twelve and he fourteen I thought it was the other way around. So all those Lukercy shippers out there, Luke is seven years older than Percy canonically. Which is so weird now, obviously that's not the case with this fic so here's the current age list:

Ana/Percy/Annabeth -Age 12

Luke - Age 16

Thalia - Age 18 (physically a tree so 15)

Ella - Age 19

Kallid - age 17

Maads - Age 14

Also Yeah, no Grover or Chiron from the previous chapters. I'm sorry, they just didn't fit in? It's mostly due to the twins smelling like monsters which would be an automatic 'no-no' for satyrs (which was how Grover found Percy originally) But they will appear in the story I promise! I haven't forgotten them!

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'So this was camp' Percy thought to himself, eyeing the place with an unsure look.

Besides him stood Annabeth, Maads, Kallid, and Luke, at least he had some friends here already, it made it easier, or at least thats what people say.

"Now what?" he asked the group who all exchanged looks amongst themselves.

"I'll show you around camp."

"We go see Chiron."

"To the Oracle."

"There's your cabin that we can go to."

Everyone spoke at the same time as he just stared at them blankly, "Okay," he drew out raising his eyebrows, "I just want to go see whoever will give me a quest and if there's no one you will give one to me, I'll go by myself."

"Then I suggest we show you to the Oracle then, that's who will give you a prophecy for a quest." Kallid responded first, "And yes that's the only way to get a quest Jackson, and no it's not exactly like how the myths portrayed it to be."

Percy closed his mouth, "Okay then let's go-"

"Actually Kallid, I think we need to take him to go see Chiron and Mr. D." Annabeth interjected, looping her hand around his arms and dragging him towards the larger of the buildings around them as the other three just watched.

"If you're sure then Annie, I'll leave you to it, I should go check in with Michael about Ana's progress." Luke replied heading back to the infirmary with Kallid close behind, as said boys sister had volunteered to watch over Ana, "Just don't go too crazy with Perce, he just got here alright?"

She called back out to him with a simple yes with a faint blush over her cheeks as Maads followed the two of them as they made their way to the big building. They slowed down a bit with Maads pointing out the various things they passed as Annabeth added tidbits of info here and there.

Once they made it, they walked over to three older looking men who were surrounded by a pair of half-human and half-goat people, satyrs. Not so subtly pushing Percy forward, Annabeth cleared her throat, gaining the attention of the man who had his back to them, sitting in a chair.

The man was older in looking, greying hair, beard, and ancient eyes that stared down at him. Yet his eyes weren't terrifying like those of the monsters and older beings he had met before, the being looked at him like a father would, warm and friendly. Unlike the other man who was seated furthest from him, who appeared younger, pink face and a harsh scowl that reminded him of Snape from the Harry Potter movies.

"Ah, Annabeth! I see you've brought our newest camper," the man, or centaur as it appeared stood up, unleashing his four additional limbs and tail, "Perseus Jackson."

He nodded stepping closer to the tall centaur, "That's me," he said almost shyly as he could hear the snickers from Annabeth behind him. He was almost tempted to stick his tongue out at her but refrained, instead of knowing what he needed from the being in front of him. Or at least what he thought he needed.

"I need to go on a quest."

The area around them seemed to still, as not even the wind made any sound. And then a burst of loud and very satirically sarcastic laughter filled the air.

"So the little hero of the camp wants to go on a quest?" The stern-looking man behind the centaur began, "Peter Johnson-"

"It's Percy Jackson actually."

"-Perry Joestar," the being reiterated with an eye roll, "-rudeness runs in your blood I see, just as disrespectful as your father, the overgrown blowfish."

The look Annabeth shot Percy told him that he should close his mouth and shut up, then again he was never good at following the rules. "You know my dad then? Poseidon-"

"Ah, young Perseus I would be careful with what you say, names-"

"-have the power I know, my mom and sis told me." He could just sense Annabeth shaking her head right now behind him as soft snickers could be heard rolling off of Maads.

At least he still got his humor.

"Seems uncle fishy tails finally got a kid with more than half a brain-," Percy almost smiled, "-he most be proud of his daughter. Guess the son was just a freebie."

He took a look around him before saying anything. Although Percy still very much thought with his feelings, a habit his family warned him against, he could at times think before he acted. And for once, fate out there was on his side, keeping the words that he had on the tip of his tongue locked in his mouth. Judging by the faint relieved sigh from Annabeth, he made the right choice, "I don't care what my father has, I want to go on a quest."

The resounding hiss that erupted through the air sent shivers down his spine as the being before him almost seemed to emanate a faint glow, "What makes you think that you deserve to go on a quest?" The god exclaimed, "You heroes all think you deserve this or that. Entitled to a quest, to be heard by a god, to parade around like-"

"M-Mr. D-D-" A voice interjected from behind, "Y-your b-blood pressure.."

Percy hadn't even noticed the boy who had been hunched next to the table behind a pile of diet soda cans. A tuff of red and brown hair curled out around a set of small horns, although not at all as sharp or menacing as the Minotaur's had been, he wore the same bright orange t-shirt as everyone else in the camp and was very pale. Though the horns weren't the most unusual thing, in fact, they were minuscule compared to the set of furry hooved feet he had. A satyr to be precise.

The being, who was dubbed as Mr. D blew a raspberry rolling his eyes, "I should just turn you into a flower-"

"Young Grover is quite right," The centaur stated, cutting in, "We have other matters to attend to," his gaze relanded onto Percy who winced. This day was not going well.

"Now then Percy," he smiled at his use of his nickname, "I don't believe we have to use the introduction video with you but I believe a guide of the camp is in order." Annabeth and Maads stepped forward, flanking either side of him, "Annabeth and Maads can show you around and take you to your cabin."

"My cabin?" Percy knew that everyone at camp was separated into cabins based off their parentage but he hadn't even thought about what Poseidon's was or even looked like. It caught him off guard.

"Ah yes, despite all of us being aware of your parentage, we can't send you to his cabin until he officially claims you. So in the meantime, you will be staying in Cabin 11-"

"Oh please, Chiron!" the red-faced being shouted, "Just shove him in his father's cabin and be done with it! We have a game to finish," he gestured to the cards on the table impatiently.

"We will get back to our game momentarily-" a loud groan was heard but no one paid much attention to it, "-well then as I'm sure you're aware by now but I am Chiron and the one over there you may call Mr. D. We will be your camp mentors while you are here should you need anything."

Furrowing his brows and opening his mouth he made in an attempt to speak, "That's nice and all but I really need to go see this Oracle, you know the one of Delphi or something cause I have to save my sister and my-"

A loud crack resounded through the air, "What did I tell you!" the one known as 'Mr. D' roared as the remains of the diet coke can that was once in his hands fell to the ground in broken pieces, "All the heroes, these half-bloods are, all the same, they always want, want, want, and never once do they-"

"I think it's best you three leave now, Annabeth, Maads if you please," Chiron stated pushing the three away before turning to face the red and angry face of Mr. D, who at this point looked very much like a baby throwing a tantrum, at least in Percy's mind.

"But I-"

"Not now Percy, we are leaving now."

"But Annabeth what about-"

"You just had to make a god upset, didn't you? Stupid seaweed brain, why couldn't you keep your mouth shut for just five minutes."

"..."

"What in Rhea's name are you looking at me for?"

"...what do you mean by 'god'?"

"..."

"..."

"..Percy, didn't you know that Mr. D was a god, one of the twelve"

Percy looked over at Maads with a confused look, "You can't be serious?! Then who is he-Oh." He stopped in his tracks as he slowly turned around, catching a glimpse of the being who was now relaxing in a beaten armchair playing pinochle with Chiron, "You mean-"

"Yes, that is the god of wine, and you just made him very, very, mad and I have absolutely no idea how!"

"Soo," he drawled out looking into Annabeth's eyes, "That's a bad thing then?"

The sigh she released was one of both pain and frustration as she sped up, walking away from Percy, mumbling under her breath.

"Huh, guess it was." He paused, "Annabeth wait up, stop running, where are you going? Maads, help me catch her I-"

Cabin 11 was something else.

It was overcrowded, messy, and full of mix match looking kids who ranged from looking happy to wishing they were anywhere else but there.

It felt comforting.

Or at least as comforting as it could be considering that everyone there knew that he was clearly not undetermined just not officially claimed.

As it turned out, it was no secret at camp just who Percy's godly parent was, given that many had seen him and his sister fight the Minotaur and the horde of hellhounds a few days prior. Coupled with the fact that she wielded a trident, their father's weapon, and he had pretty decent control over his hydrokinesis skills (although he liked to call them his 'water force' powers) it was a no brainer.

That and the fact that through their IM's with Annabeth, Luke, and the others over the years mostly everyone had found out via that way too. Seeing them in action just confirmed their suspicions.

When he had not so subtly thrown into the cabin, practically tripping over one of the floorboards that were just ever so slightly raised where one would have to enter, Percy was met with the confused looks of everyone, including Lukes.

"Hey Percy, back from the Oracle so soon? I thought you'd be in your cabin by now thinking over your plans." He eyed the wrapped up sleeping bag in his arms, "Are you really telling me you're in Cabin 11?"

The cabin fell silent as everyone listened in, "Yea I guess I'm here to my dad claims me. Pretty annoying right?"

Luke shrugged, "Guess he's too busy to send a two-second sign huh?" He laughed, "Don't worry half of the kids here have and may never get a sign from their godly parents, it's just what happens. They're too busy for their kids."

Resounding sounds of agreement or like thereof filled the cabin as the kids who didn't like similar to Luke, the ones without the shifty look in their eyes and mischievous demeanor, looked down and saddened by the words that were said. They knew they were true.

"Not to worry, I'm sure he'll send some sort of sign, he's got to claim you and Ana for sure." He tried cheering him up as he leads him inside, "Here you can take this spot here, it's a few beds down from mine so holler if you need anything. We'll get you sorted out with your things later, I'm sure Annabeth is waiting outside to steal you again."

Sure enough, when Percy stuck his head out the door, he was greeted with the impatient face of Annabeth, leaning against the wall with Maads beside her, playing with a mini snowman he had made in his hands. "Finally you done? Time to show you around camp, an official tour."

The platinum-haired teen beside her nodded before grabbing Percy's arm and pulling him off towards what appeared to be stables. He hadn't noticed the glare Annabeth threw towards Maads nor had he noticed the pairs odd back and forth throughout the tour of camp.

When they had finished, Percy swore he had seen little rock and strawberry there at least twice. While he had seen

Capture the flag was just like how it was in school.

Except for the swords, spears, shields, and catapults. There also was a rule for not maiming others which seemed to have been left out of Camp Half-Bloods rule book, if that even existed in the first place.

After being tossed around by Annabeth who hadn't been able to come up with a "Cabin 6 Perfect Plan", whatever that meant, she had opted to put him by the flag where he would allege keep guard of it.

Alone.

With zero back up.

Now was this suspicious to Percy? Yes yes, it very much was. Was he going to complain to Annabeth? Yes, but not when she was holding a sword, so absolutely not.

And so he found himself in a small clearing by a stream, alone and bored out of his mind.

He, like many others on their team, had thought he would be out on the front lines, fighting his way to the flag yet there he was, relegated to flag duty, because "reasons".

This was not his idea of training nor was it helping him get anywhere close to getting a quest, rescuing his mom, and saving his sister's legs. Instead, he was playing a kids game surrounded by trees and birds.

It was about an hour into the game, or at least that's what it felt like to him, despite it likely being ten minutes, when Percy heard the rustling of leaves surround him.

Tapping on his ring to build up perspiration to unleash Xiphos, he grounded his heel into the dirt and sand. And then he waited.

There was once a time Percy would've run straight into fighting, for sure he would've, but after dealing with both his siblings, Ana and Triton who had not so softly drilled into him the idea of thinking, and Annabeth droning out every other IM about battle plans, he had learned to stop and think. Or at least a quarter of the time he did that.

He trusted Annabeth for sure, she and him were friends despite their parents less than a friendly relationship but they were close enough. That said, at this point, all he wanted to do at that moment was to leave his post and go join Luke and the others in pummeling the other side.

He was bored out of his mind.

And so with the rustling that came from the trees, Percy took a deep breath before clashing swords with one of the Ares campers. Twisting the sword out of the large boy's hands, Percy clanked it to the side, narrowly missing one of his brothers.

Turning to back to see a about a dozen or so kids, large and angry looking, weapons drawn and all, Percy smiled, "Well look what the rats dragged in, some overgrown pigs!" he had no idea what Ana meant when she said he sucked at insults, he was great at it. "Are you just going to stand there and look like chickens or do you actually know how to use those swords?"

None of them spoke, instead of shifting to the side as what appeared to be a girl stepped out from behind of the behemoths of a camper. Tossing her helmet to the side she spits to the side as she raised an electric spear in front of her.

Her hair was messy and dark, pulled back in an orange bandana with leaves and other bits trapped in it. With wild-looking eyes that darted over him and teeth slightly crooked and barred, she reminded him of a feral bulldog. "So you're the fish man's son huh?"

"I prefer to go by Percy but that's me."

She pretended to not hear his words, "Thought you were tough, seeing as how everyone at camp was saying how stronger you were, but-" she and her siblings laughed, "-you don't look it, more like a scrawny shrimp."

Having dealt with bullies in school, those who thought it was fun to pick on the other kids or his sister, not to mention the weekly dosage of monsters, Percy was used to silly insults giving them his own wide grin and laugh much to their surprise. "Well hope you won't cry too much when you get your ass's beat by this shrimp," and with that he charged at them, catching them unprepared.

The fight lasts less than a minute, ending with just him and the Ares girl left standing. Trading blows back and forth, he had to admit she was good. Her weapon of choice was similar to his sister's, although instead of having to worry about being impaled on a fork, he had to deal with one sharp end that radiated energy like an antenna.

There were several points during their engagement, that Percy knew he could've ended the fight but he found himself enjoying the action. Admittedly a part of him really just wanted to hit something really badly given everything he had been dealing with for the last two days. And thankfully and oddly enough the Ares girl hadn't seemed to mind.

"You aren't so bad huh?" She said through pants as she backed away to regroup.

He laughed, "Same to you." He looked at her siblings who still laid on the forest floor, "You sure you don't want to turn around and just leave, I wasn't too easy with my hits on them."

The girl shook her head, "It's nothing they haven't gotten before. If they can't handle it, they're not true children of the War god," she raised her spear as it cracked, "Cabin 5 never backs down from a fight!"

As she charged at him, Percy ducked down before turning on his heel and bringing the handle of his blade towards the girl. Just before she pounced, he swept sideways, jabbing Xiphos's handle straight up into the girl's abdomen as he swept his foot out beneath her. The force of it all sent her flying into the air as before landing unceremoniously into a tree, knocking her out cold.

Catching his breath, dusting the dirt and sand off him, Percy stood up although he stumbled a bit, nursing the growing bruise on his side that he had received from the Ares girl. Not even ten seconds later a loud horn resounded in the air as the small enclosure became flooded with Team Athena.

They had won the game.

A smile spread over his face as he saw the smiling face of Luke and Maads carrying the large banner over to him. To his surprise though, besides the blondes Kalllid was there, showing off his own small smile, a look that was so unnatural and uncommon to him. It was weird.

To his side, Annabeth popped out from beneath her invisibility cap, "Not bad Perce, good job on keeping Clarisse and her crew busy. Told you to not doubt me."

"Were you here the entire time?"

"Well about that I-"

Just then loud howling filled the air as the sound echoed through the trees. It was a sound that almost every camper had heard before. Hellhounds.

Like clockwork, everyone took a defensive stance as perhaps a dozen of overly grown rabid looking hellhounds flew out into the air. However none were randomly attacking the other campers, it was as if they didn't notice them at all. Instead, they were heading straight towards one person and one person only.

Percy himself.

Bracing himself he raised Xiphos up into the air as it ripped through one of the hellhounds. Not even watching as it disappeared into dust he raised his sword again as another came from the side, shoving him into the ground, mulling his armor to try and rip out his guts.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed a slew of arrows fly into the air, impaling into the other hellhounds, killing them instantly. As he struggled to grab Xiphos, which had been thrown from his hands when he fell, a jolt of pain washed through him as he let out a pained hiss.

The hellhound had sunk its fangs into his shoulder.

As the pain rocked through him Percy struggled to keep both his eyes open and the rest of his body away from the monster's teeth. In fairness, his fight with the hound was less than twenty seconds but at the moment felt like ages until it collapsed against him, limp and dead.

Tossing the disintegrating corpse to the side with a grunt, Percy felt himself going in and out of consciousness. In front him, sword in hand, was Annabeth, hair falling out of her ponytail and eyes gazing down at him with worry, "Percy are you alright?"

He attempted to roll his eyes while gesturing to his shoulder which had bled through his shirt and armor, seeping into the ground below him, "A-Annabeth…"

"Oh, gods!" She exclaimed, coming to his side as she tried to help him up. He felt movement beside him as his blurry vision picked up what appeared to be Maads by his side as the older boy grabbed hold of his uninjured side. He hadn't even realized that they had dragged him to the nearby stream until they dropped him into the water, letting the cool liquid wash over him.

There were voices around him but Percy paid no mind to it as he let the water work its powers over his body. It was not the first time he had had an injury such as that but it had been a long time. Once he felt the strength return and the bite mark no longer sending tremors of pain through him he stood up out of the water, drying himself off with a shake of his head he met the awestruck faces of dozens of campers.

"All hail Perseus Jackson, son of the Sea god and the bringer of storms," Chiron announced as one by one all the campers around him got down on one knee, bowing to him like some diety. With a confused look, he looked around only to see Annabeth pointing to something right over him.

Above him glowed a deep green trident that blazed bright and shone like pearls. It was a sign and a claim from his father. Proving to half-bloods and gods alike that Percy was his child, a half-blood of the Big Three. And had not so subtly given the beacon off to his less than happy uncles.

Just as the thought came to his mind a loud crack was omitted from the sky, followed by a bright and almost blinding light. Lightning. His uncle, Zeus was not at all happy and judging by the looks that the other campers were giving him as some slowly stepped away, they all knew it too.

"Does that mean it's time?" He asked looking away from of the now fading trident above him.

Annabeth nodded with a small but worried smile, "It's time to go see the Oracle Percy, congrats."

The Big House was big.

Winding up several flight of stairs, Percy finally made it to the attic steps, which in fact were way more creepier then they should've been. Just opening the door and feeling the dead musty air wash over him he wanted to turn right around and leave.

But with the encouraging look that his friends, he puffed up his chest and slowly made his way up the rickety steps. Once he reached the top, he was met with piles of old memorabilia and awards, trinkets, and spoils of war. From shrunken heads to belts, swords, shields, and other weapons, to a mirror, a bottle, and other random bits of things.

It was a mess of junk.

Surveying the attic, however, Percy didn't see the alleged oracle. "Um, hello is anyone up here?" he choked out as fear bit away inside him. He remembered the mythos, the stories where the Oracle was a beautiful woman yet there was no fair beauty awaiting him up there. When he had asked about it no one was willing to tell him, all saying that he would see it for himself.

Just then a creaking echoed in the attic. Turning to his left, by one of the tainted dusty windows he saw something move. Behind the thin ratted curtain, someone sat up. But the being wasn't alive, however, no in fact what met his eyes was a wrinkled and mummified corpse of what once was a young woman.

Dressed in a faded dress, beads, and braided hair, what was once the Oracle of Delphi had become nothing more than a being trapped in a dead husk.

It was terrifying yet sad all in one.

Percy didn't like it one bit.

"Hey there uh, I'm here about my future I er-" he stumbled with his words before taking a deep breath, "What is my future oh Oracle of Delphi?"

Like magic, a deep emerald fog blew out of the mummy's mouth, eyes, and nose, swirling around in the air as a series of voices rang out in unison:

"You shall go west, and face the god who has turned,

You shall find what was stolen, and see it safely returned,

You shall be betrayed by one who calls you a friend,

And you shall fail to save what matters most, in the end."

As the words spun away green hazy images appeared before him like phantoms, each taking a form of someone he knew, there was Annabeth and Maads who said the first lines while Kallid spoke the next. And beside him Ella and Luke told him the third while the final illusions took the form of his mother and sister, the words 'you shall fail to save what matters most,' plummeted into him, burning through his body as the prophecy ended.

Percy hadn't even realized the Oracle of Delphi had returned to its host, laying back down on the hobble of a stool by the window until he looked up again from thought. Knowing his session with the Oracle was over Percy slowly went back downstairs, mulling over the words as he came face to face with the awaiting looks of his friends.

"What did the Oracle tell you?" Chiron asked as he led them all into what appeared to be a break room of sorts, "I will say the words of the Oracle at times have a double meaning so you mustn't take it all literally."

He nodded as he recounted the prophecy but hesitated when it came to the last 2 lines, about betrayal and failing to save what matters in the end. A part of Percy knew it was important to tell them, that with more people to mull over the words, there was a higher chance of figuring out the meaning. However, the third line was causing him the most grief, especially if the one who would supposedly betray him was there in the room with him, so instead, he left that part out.

"The only other thing it told me was that I will fail to save what matters in the end." He admitted after mulling and debating sharing that line. His words were met with silence as the others began to think of the words themselves although none said anything vocally.

"Maybe," the satyr Grover he thinks was he's name began, "well is it saying that you won't save the bolt? Or is it-"

Annabeth shushed him before he could finish, "Grover that, not the thing that's important in this context." The satyr looked confused opening his mouth to respond before realizing what were the things that actually mattered to Percy. He gave him an apologetic look as he bowed his head in embarrassment.

"It's cool man," Percy told him trying to cheer him up, "Maybe you're right, if I'm lucky I'll return the bolt and save everyone else in the process." he tried to laugh it of, "It could be talking about my grades or something who knows double meanings right?"

His friends nodded in agreement despite the fact his words made very little sense but Percy didn't really care, he only had two things on his mind when it came to this quest. One was to get the antidote for Ana and two was to return their mother to them. The lightning bolt was just collateral if anything although he supposed it would be helpful to not start World War III.

Once the noise had quieted down Chiron spoke again drawing attention back to what was at hand, "Now then Percy, it is customary for the recipient of a quest to pick two companions to go along with them."

"Because three's a good number?"

"Yes something like that indeed," the centaur laughed in response, "You may take as much time as you need to pick those you would like to accompany though I must warn you that-"

"Annabeth and Luke." Percy blurted out cutting him off as he made eye contact with the pair.

He knew that Annabeth was fast on her feet, her planning skills outdid both his and ana's by far, and she had improved training-wise throughout the years. And Luke? Well to him, that was a no brainer. He had a good relationship with the son of Hermes, he too had gone on his own quest and had the experience that would come in handy for this quest. Besides, his swordsman skill was amazing, a true prodigy or whatever that word was, Luke was a brilliant fighter.

However when the two replied, only one responded with a 'yes' answer. With no surprise, Annabeth happily agreed, already having come up with several plans and no so subtly hinted that he expected to be picked. The older teen, on the other hand, didn't accept his offer, turning him down with a wave of his hand.

"Sorry Percy I can't," he said much to everyone else's surprise, "It wouldn't be fair if I go, I've already gone on a quest. There are so many others here who would love to go, I'm sure one of them would like to."

"But Luke-"

"I'm sorry Annie, I've got other responsibilities here at camp, running Cabin 11 and all. Besides," he looked into Percy's green eyes, "Someone's gotta show Ana around when she wakes up, I wouldn't feel comfortable leaving her alone without one of us here to have her back."

The boy was pulling at his heartstrings, they both knew it and it was working. Letting out a breath Percy nodded in agreement, "That's fine I understand, thank you anyways."

"Percy I think we should have-"

He shook his head, "I've got someone else in mind Annabeth." The blonde protested, "Wait who are you going to ask? Percy come back wait!"

Early that following morning, Percy stood atop of Half-blood hill.

Surprisingly enough, Annabeth wasn't the first one there, instead, he found the daughter of Ares standing beside Thalia's tree, watching the other campers awaken below.

"You're here early," he stated as the girl huffed. "No way really? I hadn't noticed," she looked away, "I mean yeah, Cabin 5 always wakes up this early. Sunshine's kids get up before everyone else though." Gesturing to towards the group of blondes by the lake and then at the campers who shared a resemblance to herself, "It's not that weird, Cabin 6 usually is the last to wake up, next to Cabin 11."

"Oh," Percy replied not even realizing that the other cabins had their own schedules here at camp. Taking in the information he nodded, "That's good to know."

A silence passed through the two before Clarisse spoke once more, "Not that I'm complaining, I've been training every day since I was young to go on a quest, but why pick me?" She began, "Thought you'd pick pretty boy Luke, or even that nice kid to go with you. I tried beating the shit out of you."

He paused, trying to think of an answer for himself as well, "Honestly Clarisse I have no idea." She raised a brow, "Maybe your brain really is filled with seaweed."

"No I mean I do know why I picked you it's just I don't know why you'd be willing to go considering you don't really like me or Annabeth that is. Besides I had wanted Luke to go, he just turned me down."

"Then why not ice-boy or that Cabin 10 boy, the one always around Luke? I bet they were your next picks, not me."

"Eh, I didn't think Kallid would want to come if Luke wasn't involved somehow. And Maads is a strong guy, it's just I want him to look after my sister, she'll need someone to help her out while I'm gone."

The girl remained quiet, thinking of a response which slightly surprised him given the reputation he's heard of the Ares kids, always saying before thinking, though then again his own dad's kids were known to be like that too yet Ana didn't fit that mold. "Your sisters going to be alright," she finally responded, "You seaweed kids can take a good punch or five, she'll make it through. She's got us and if there is one thing Cabin 6 lives by is that we don't back down no matter what."

A smile found it's way on to his lips as he thanked her, "I'm glad that I have someone like you to have my back then." Several more words were passed between the two before the messy hair of blond popped out from one of the cabins.

Satchel in hand, knife holstered, and hat on her hip Annabeth appeared, trudging up the grassy hill. Before either could say a word to their quest mate the girl cut them off, "Alright everyone let's go, go, go, we have only a month and a half until the summer solstice, that's barely enough time to get to the Underworld and back time is of the essence."

Clarisse and he shared a look before they broke out in laughter which only riled Annabeth up more as she tried to hurry them up to the hill and towards the barrier, despite the fact that she was the late one.

Although before they could leave a voice called out to them. "Percy!" it called out as he turned around to see the small frame of the pale dimple face blonde who was practically falling towards him, Maads.

"Ah, I'm glad I made it here before you left!" He said through breaths as he tried to get air flowing through his lungs, "I wanted to wish you all good luck, especially you Percy! I know you don't need me to say that to someone like you but I-"

Percy shook his head, "Thank you Maads, that's nice of you to say." The teen lit up to his words before he asked, "Do you think you can do something for me though?"

Khione's son nodded, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet agreeing quickly, "Anything just ask!"

He gave the older boy a smile, "I need you to look after Ana for me okay?"

Maads nodded in response, "Promise, I won't let anything happen to her you can count on me." Percy held out his hand as the two fist-bumped, "Before you go, Percy, I just I want to say that-"

"You aren't leaving without a good-bye from us are you?" Came a voice from down the hill, approaching the small group. Luke and Kallid had come to see them all off.

He gave the blond a smile as he met them halfway, "I knew you'd find us Luke, Kal," replying cheekily as said boy ruffled his hair playfully.

"I have something for you, and before you say no, there are no take-backs got it?" Luke told him before shoving a discolored shoe box into his surprised hands. Remoing the lid of it, Percy peered inside as his hands grasped the faded of-white shoes inside. A golden stitched wing was placed on its side as he looked on confused, "Shoes?"

Besides the older teen Kallid rolled his eyes, "Not just any shoes Percy, they're godly shoes."

"So like limited edition?"

"..."

"...that's not what they are are they?"

"Not in the slightest."

"...oh…"

"Well you aren't entirely wrong though," Luke cut in thinking, "They are limited edition, only three exist in the entire world. My dad used to have all three, but then I snagged these off him." Tapping the side of the sneakers where the patches are he grinned, "They aren't just normal sneakers, they can fly, watch. Maia!"

And the moment the word left his mouth the wing patches shifted, elongating and coming to life as they sprung into the air. The shoes had wings, and they could fly.

"Holy shit those are awesome Luke!" Percy shouted awestruck as the teen grabbed hold of the laces, tethering them back into the box, "Thanks, they were handy on the quest we went on, I thought they could bring you some luck you know."

Although the gesture was kind and all, Percy knew just by looking at the size, they were far too big for him to wear and would no doubt cause more mishaps then they intended, but thanked Luke anyways. Perhaps, he thought, they might come in handy maybe they will bring them some luck on their quest. They needed everything they could get at this point, "Thanks a lot, I'll try to use them."

"No problem, I'm glad they could get some wear out of them, they've been cooped up n my things all this time, best let them fly right?" He gave another killer smile, "Now then, you guys best be off right? Got a schedule to keep on track of if little Annie has anything to say about it."

As if on cue their curly-haired friend let out a rather dramatic sigh, "We have to go now, we'll chit chat later okay?" From beside her, Clarisse swatted at the girl with her own annoyed sigh, "You're being too loud princess, shut up, will you. Let the boys have their weird heart to heart."

Kallid rolled his eyes as the other two boys exchanged laughs, watching the pair of girls argue back and forth, "You better go up there, Percy. You're going to have your hands full with them, those girls will be a quest on their own," he said amused before turning to make his way to leave.

The son of Aphrodite nodded his way, "Good luck, and don't worry your sister is in Ella's capable hands, she wouldn't dare let anything happen to her," he paused, "Just don't die while you're in the Underworld, I don't want to give your sister any more bad news." And with that, the two made their way back towards camp with a wavering Maads behind them as he kept turning around to wave goodbye.

Once they were out of view, Percy himself trekked back up Half-Blood Hill. Taking one last look at the camp below before turning looking up at Thalia's tree, he felt his heart wretch. Grazing his hands over the wood, warm to the touch with an almost faint humming that he could feel tingling his fingers as if it was a heart beating, he prayed for the first time in a long while.

He prayed to whoever and whatever out there to watch over his family, to let his sister awaken, for their mother to return and that everyone on the quest would live. In truth, he didn't care what happened to him, as long as everyone else lived he would be happy.

"You coming seaweed brain or are you just gonna reminisce all day?"

A small smile tugged at his lips before he shook himself away, "Getting impatient already Annie? We haven't even left camp yet."

He trekked over to the others, catching the grey eyes of the blonde who gave him a confident smile, but her eyes betrayed her, "Come on, we barely have two months!" she grasped his hand, "You alright?" she asked quietly reading his face.

"I will be." And with a smile, they were off, headed out into the unknown.

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Notes:

-Michael Yew- the previous head of Apollo's cabin (died/went missing during the Last Olympian)

-Joestar- Jojo's bizarre adventure reference (the last name of 2 main characters)

-Cabin 11- Percy in canon tripped into the cabin.

-Thought you were tough- a quote from the LT musical hehe

-In between going to the Big House and the Oracle, Percy found out about the bolt, I didn't think it was necessary to write though.

-Clarisse doesn't hate Percy like in the original or at least has some respect for him as she was already aware of his parentage/skills from the previous chapter/rumors. But she still sees him as a rival, only this time a bit more healthier/mutual.

-Unlike in the books (canon) Luke's quest mates were not killed as in this timeline Kallid and Maads had gone with him and lived (in the original timeline I'd like to think Kallid and Ella were killed by the monster Ana and Percy had killed but Maads still made it to camp albeit just a background camper).

A/N: Thank you 100+ follows! I'm so happy ya'll are enjoying this fic! Now then, what I will say is that this fic is going to go a bit rogue from canon (but not majorly so just yet. I think bk 1, 3, 5 will be close to canon, but bks 2, 4 and the Heroes of Olympus will be changed? And Trials of Apollo probably won't happen (Magnus Chase and the Kane Chronicles will still be occurring tho).

Also, yes Percy doesn't have Riptide yet. I promise he will get it soon! And yea, I switched Grover for Clarisse as a way to break from canon (I have plans). The prophecy remained the same (most of them will in some capacity) and Percy has made several changed from canon.

Edit: Apparently I can't rememebr my own OC's ages wha-whoops?! Sorry for the confusion lol?