Author's Note: This is my first time writing a fan fiction, or a story for that matter, so I know that I won't be the most experienced writer, nor will I have the most interesting story and as such, I'll gladly take both praise and constructive-criticism alike. This is my take on Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson series, starting from The Mark of Athena. Hope you enjoy!

Full Summary: Despite the combined efforts of both Greeks and Romans, the seven heroes have been broken. The Great Prophecy has failed. Gaea has awoken and begun her assault on Olympus. The Titans have risen, the Mist dispersed, and the world, including the realm of mortals, was shaken asunder. Percy once again finds himself stranded on Ogygia but Calypso, along with her invisible servants, are nowhere to be found. As he heals and regains his strength, many others, as well as a certain someone, find their way to the island. The remaining forces of humanity, demigods, and Gods alike pool their powers together in a last ditch attempt to reclaim what was once their reality. Will they have what it takes to salvage the Great Prophecy... and the world?

Genres: Action, Fantasy, Romance, Supernatural, Tragedy | Fiction Rating: T, Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with some violence, minor coarse language, and minor suggestive adult themes.

Chapter I | Percy

Twenty-seven scratches marked the wall. Twenty-seven days since he'd lost everything. Lost... lost Annabeth. No tears spilled from his eyes, he'd already cried enough for a lifetime. Now, Percy just felt empty, like his emotions had been sucked out of him.

After the seven heroes of the Great Prophecy assembled, they'd sailed for Rome- the original Rome, but it had all been a trap. The instant the Argo II touched down, the earth had erupted and hundreds- no, thousands of monsters had clawed their way up from the ground. They'd swarmed the Argo II in such numbers that Leo couldn't get the ship airborne. Trapped, they'd done the best they could, but they were simply outnumbered. Leo had been the first to fall, swamped beneath wave after wave of cyclops. He'd cried out and desperately shot blast after blast of white-hot flames, but his power over fire was useless. The cyclops were immune to fire.

Jason, as brave as he was, had flown in to try and save him, but he, too, was eventually overwhelmed. He had been forced into a corner, his sword arm broken and his body sagging from the pain and exhaustion. When he'd looked at Percy, his eyes were hollow, resigned. He knew his fate. All too quickly, a meaty hand had snatched him up and for an eerie moment, held him above a gaping maw. Then... then it was over. Piper had screamed, he'd never heard a voice so filled with raw pain, and immediately charged the cyclops. It had on a chainmail vest draped around its colossal body like a robe with the words "Ma Gasket" sewn through the interlocking chinks. It watched her approach almost calmly, like it was just watching a movie, and then muttered under its breath. At the last second, an earthen spear erupted from the deck, piercing straight through through the hull of the Argo II... and Piper. She'd stared in disbelief as the deadly spire slid cleanly out from her chest and collapsed on the deck. Percy had known- everyone had known that it was over. The quest had failed.

From then on, everything was a blur. Annabeth, Frank, and Hazel looked at each other and nodded. With tears clouding her eyes, Annabeth kissed him and pushed him off the deck towards the ocean. As he fell, he saw her turn and race towards the stairs. A few moments later, just as Percy hit the water, the Argo II exploded in a massive cloud of fire. A wave of heat so intense, that it made the ocean's surface nearly a 100 feet below bubble, radiated from the explosion. She'd sacrificed herself for his escape. In his despair, Percy sank to the bottom of the ocean, wishing with all his might that he could drown.

He drifted along the bottom of the ocean, not moving, letting the currents pull him where they wished. The first few days, he'd been in so much shock, so much pain, that there were no tears. His mind couldn't seem to comprehend that Annabeth was gone. At some point, the ocean pulled him off the seafloor towards the surface and the waves had gently pushed him onto a beach. He lay there, unmoving, and then it hit him all at once. His throat collapsed and tears streamed down his face. Annabeth was gone. She was gone. Forever. He'd never see her again, could never talk to her again, never... never be with her again. In his grief, he wailed and screamed until his voice was hoarse, his throat raw and bleeding, and collapsed.

He woke up in a cave, vaguely remembering how he'd dragged himself off the beach, and slowly got up. His body felt so weak. He'd heard of people who'd lost their loved ones, how the pain had caused them to lose their strength and eventually, their will to live. He finally understood what they'd meant. His pocket felt heavy and he pulled out his pen. Riptide. Yes, with the sword he could... he could end it all. Right here, right now. He'd be able to see Annabeth again. He uncapped the pen and it grew in his hand, a blade emerging from the tip, until he held the familiar weight of his sword in his hands. A shaky breath left his chest and a lump grew in his throat but he forced it down. This was it- this was the end. This is for the best, Percy thought. But as he raised the blade towards his chest, he glimpsed his reflection in the Celestial bronze and paused. For a moment, he thought of what Annabeth would say, and then he knew he couldn't do it. She wouldn't want this. She'd paid the price for his life with her own. He couldn't waste that sacrifice.

In that moment, Percy Jackson decided. He vowed to avenge her, or die trying. He'd see that Gaea, the Titans, the giants- anyone who sided with Gaea would face his wrath. To that end, he'd do anything. He locked his emotions in his chest. He would have time to weep later. For now... now he would wait. Heal. Train. Regain his strength, and once he did... he'd make them all pay. He swore all this on the River Styx and in the distance, thunder rumbled. He examined himself on the reflection of his blade. His sea-green eyes looked weary, but in them, fierce determination and anger raged. Good. Just you wait, Gaea, he thought. Just you wait.

Chapter Note: This is the start of the revamp for the original Percy Jackson and the Rise of Gaea. Thank you to those who've come back after the long hiatus. I hope you'll follow through the coming updates- see you soon.