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Myths of a Hero:

Prologue:

The Myths

Annabeth

She ran her fingers across the cold metal railing of the Argo II. It had been six months since her heart had been free of this misery. And the one person on earth who had the ability to calm her pain, had disappeared.

Now, at last, in just a few minutes her stormy gray eyes would finally be able to see the color that she missed so much. Green. Sea green eyes that were as deep and filled with emotion as the sea itself. Sea green eyes that could be as calming as a stream, or as powerful as a tempest. Sea green eyes that were always gleaming with a troublemaking mischief.

Sea green eyes that were Percy's.

Annabeth sighed, terrified. A thousand questions raced through her mind like a wildfire. Would he remember her? Would he still like her? Did he have another girlfriend? Never in her life had she gone so insane because of one boy. She had been bottling up her pain, and all she wanted was for it to stop.

Suddenly, a bright flash of light blinded her. Annabeth shut her eyes tight, her mind rapidly trying to process what was going on. The feel of the wind changed. The railing vanished. When the light died, there were several surprised and angry calls.

Annabeth opened her eyes to find that she was in the Olympus throne room. But it was the old Olympus. The one from before the Second Titan War. The Ophiotaurus was gone, too. Judging from the fact that Hades was there, along with Hestia and the twelve Olympians, she guessed that it was the Winter Solstice, at a point in time before she had been kidnapped and forced to hold the sky. But why was she here? Was this a dream? If so, when did she fall asleep? And why were the gods glaring at her? Wouldn't it have been one of them that summoned her?

With a jolt, Annabeth realized that they weren't just glaring at her… She turned around to see—all of them blinking in bewilderment—Rachel, Grover, and several demigods shifting uncomfortably under the gods' stares. Only Thalia held her head high. "Father," the huntress called, "why have you summoned us?"

Zeus blinked, too surprised to remember to be angry. "I'm not your father, and we didn't summon you. Who are you?"

It was Thalia's turn to be confused. "Dad, I'm your daughter," she insisted, "Thalia Grace."

Zeus' eyes grew to the size of drachmas. "B-but Thalia," he stammered. "You're ten…"

Thalia and Zeus stared at each other, confused, and a little frustrated. Annabeth instantly solved the puzzle, and figured that she had better step in before either of the lightning users broke something.

"My Lord," Annabeth stepped forward, and all eyes turned to her. "If my theory is right, we are demigods from almost twelve years into the future. The room looks more like it did the first time I came here than the most recent."

Zeus raised an eyebrow. "And you are?"

"Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena."

Athena shook her head. "That can't be right. Thalia is ten here and you are five. How is it that you appear older than her?"

Annabeth shrugged. "Hunters of Artemis. It's a long and grueling story that I'd rather not get into."

"Uh, guys?" Annabeth turned to see Rachel staring suspiciously at a piece of paper that definitely wasn't there before. The Oracle picked up the paper, and read:

Dear gods and demigods,

We are sorry for the inconvenience, but in order to help the Hero of Olympus with his important part in the newest Great Prophecy, he needs your help. We have convinced the muses and an Olympus scribe, Rick Riordan, to write the Hero's myths earlier than usual. If any of you try to change even the tiniest action, it will mean the downfall of Olympus. When you have finished all five myths, the demigods may return to their time. During meals, we will send special extra items that will help you understand the hero. Every now and then, we will send in more visitors. You cannot leave. You cannot skip. You cannot stop.

We are watching you…

-The Fates, Phoebus Apollo, and Hermes

"We rock!" Apollo and Hermes jumped up and gave each other high fives.

"If we must, we will read. We cannot go against what the Fates decree," Zeus sighed, and thunder rolled in the distance. "Very well. Please introduce yourselves."

Rachel stepped forward, still holding the letter. "Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Oracle of Delphi."

Apollo pumped his fist. "Sweet! My oracle's not a mummy anymore!" Rachel nodded, smiling uncomfortably, and stepped back.

"Grover Underwood, satyr."

"Will Solace, son of Apollo."

"Katie Gardner, daughter of Demeter."

"Travis and Conner Stoll, sons of Hermes."

"Chris Rodriguez, also a son of Hermes" (A.N. I think…)

"Clarisse de la Rue, daughter of Ares."

"Leo Valdez, son of Hephaestus."

"Piper McClean, daughter of Aphrodite."

The last four demigods looked a little uncomfortable. Finally, one of them spoke up. "I have been in the Lotus Casino and Hotel since the 1940s. I'm Nico di Angelo, son of Hades."

The gods glanced at Hades, but said nothing. A young girl with cinnamon-toast colored hair and gold eyes stepped forward. "In the future, the Greek and Roman camps will learn about each other. I am Hazel Levesque, daughter of Pluto. I'm from 1942." A ripple of surprise rose up around the room, and Hazel stepped back, her eyes flitting every now and then in Leo's direction.

Next, a bulky Chinese boy stepped forward. "I'm Frank Zhang, son of Mars." Annabeth almost didn't believe him at first—he looked nothing like a son of the War God—but his expression was deadly serious.

"Jason Grace, son of Jupiter."

"OW!" The cry came from Nico, who was rubbing his head, glaring at a sea blue spiral notebook that had just fallen from the sky. He picked it up and flipped it open to see the first page. Instantly, his face blanched. "It-it's Rachel's sketch..." he stammered." It-it says... Percy Jackson and the Olympians Book one: The Lightning Thief."

Annabeth hurried over to glance over Nico's shoulder. Instantly, she gasped in shock.

It was Percy. Twelve-year old Percy. His back was turned, but she would recognize that mop of black hair anywhere. He had his minotaur's horn in his left hand, and Riptide in his right. He stood in the ocean, his hair billowing in the wind, watching lightning flash across the Empire State Building. Annabeth felt her heart ache for him to turn around so she could see his deep green eyes.

"Do you mind if I read first?" Hazel called from Annabeth's left, interrupting her silent pain. "Frank and I just finished a quest with Percy, and he said some things I don't understand." Nico nodded and handed her the book. Annabeth's heart leapt to hear that Percy was alive, and she followed the others silently to the hearth.

As the demigods settled on the floor, the gods shrank to human size and sat down in thirteen average-sized thrones that had appeared with a snap of Zeus' immortal fingers. In the end, gods, demigods, a satyr, and a mortal all sat in a circle around the hearth.

Hazel opened the book to the first worded page and muttered in a prayer of thanks that the book was in Latin. Then she read in a clear, strong voice, "Chapter one: I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher"

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