Prologue

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If you didn't know or you are a new reader. This book is not connected to anything. This book is made by me and edited by a few others.

Disclaimer :I do not own da book, Percy Jackson

Athena flipped pages after pages, her breath ragged. She heard the wails and screams of her father and Siblings. She had to hurry, her bane would be here soon.

The wisdom Goddess trailed her finger shakily, down a text.

Compass of fate, used as a last resort.

Transports, the user to an alternate reality

Warning, if the compass is broken, the user will be lost in reality.

The moment the compass is used...

The page was torn off. There were no proper instructions on how to use the compass. The hero of Olympus could die.

Was that a risk she was willing to take.

Yes.

She heard the shouts and screams of Mimas and Polybotes, "Get the sea scum!"

Silence ensued, she smirked. The Hero of Olympus was fighting back, making his 'last stand.'

She placed the compass in her hands, letting it glow.

Footsteps thundered from behind her, she didn't bother.A gasp escaped from her throat, a spear pierced through her body.Her lungs punctured, as she slumped to the ground, dead. Enceladus smirked as he wiped his spear, cleaning it of Ichor.

The giant wasn't the only one smirking.

The great Athena, Goddess of wisdom and warfare, died with a smirk on her face.
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Percy fought in the throne room, cutting down monsters.

It was 2 weeks after the great so called battle.

Percy remembered the day, it was the day he lost his mortal anchor.

The seven had just arrived at camp, where the Romans and Greeks were fighting.

Leo had disappeared, and Annabeth was making a speech to stop.

Romans and Greeks alike dropped their weapons, even Octavian.

Not because of Annabeth, not because of monsters, not because of Gaea.

But because of Percy, as always.

Percy fell to his knees, eyes wide opened.

His body shuddered violently, as green veins appeared on his arms.

Green gas escaped from Percy's mouth.

"The oracle," Rachel gasped. "How?"

Everyone was silent.

Expecting a prophecy, this time there was none.

Rather a face, this of Percy, appeared in the green mist.

"Hello demigods, I warn you. In the upcoming 2 weeks, it shall happen, the inevitable. Go to the last one."

With that, the face of Percy in the green mist was replaced by blood.

The demigods were silent, before the Earth shot right up.

Tentacles made of dirt and stone wrapped itself around everyone single demigod except Percy.

The tentacles kept being knocked back by the green mist.

The sickening sound of bone crunch as every demigod was crushed to death.

"Per-," The daughter of  Athena was silenced.

"Percy watch out!" The son of Poseidon snapped back to reality, called by his father.

"Twang!"

The hunter that never rests, had fired an arrow straight towards Percy's ex Achilles heel.

To protect his son, Poseidon leaped forward, spreading his body faced out, protecting his son from the incoming danger,

The arrow nailed itself between, Poseidon's eyes.

"Dad!" Dad not Poseidon.

Poseidon fell with a grin on his face, happy to be a father.

Percy cried in rage and anger as he sliced down waves and waves of monsters.

Not bothering about his wounds, the demigod ran towards the edge of Olympus, he looked down.

One foot off, he saw civilisation rampaged.

A piercing scream filled the air, a heavy weight in his pocket.

Percy reached into his pocket, where Riptide normally would be.

He pulled out a compass, numbers already set in it.

A small message by the side,

Son of Poseidon, flee.

The compass will take you to an alternate reality 1 year before everything happened, there you can warn them.

Go please!

-Athena

The letter was covered in Ichor.

Percy acknowledged a tiny button on the compass.

He clicked it, a countdown began.

3

2

Just as the timer was to hit 1.

Porphyrion appeared, pilium in hand.

He threw it.

The Pilium cut through the Compass.

Percy vanished, just like flashing.

The next moment, Percy opened his eyes, To find himself directly in the heart of a forest.

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