Mortals meet Percabeth (and others)

Hundred Years On

Hundred Years On

NO MIST

It had been one hundred years since the Seven of the Prophecy saved the world from mother Gaia and even though they were all long gone, buried six feet under they had a happy life each doing their different things but always keeping a strong bond that made them never travel too far away from each other 

But still, time marched on showing that not even hero's -- no matter how invincible they thought they once were -- had no true claim over time and eventually it runs out for even the valiant group of people but in their place rose a new group of heroes with new adventures to live and new stories spilling from their excited mouth as they rush over their words 

Of course, they had heard stories of the old hero's and only hoped to live up to their expectations. Of course, the life of a demigod can be brutal and leave them littered with physical and emotional scars that leave them battered and bruised somedays unable to pick themselves back up 

But Asher Sanchez tried not to think about that as they go on" a quest to find a bore so that they could stop another Civil War breaking out, tiredness clung to the four demigods bones as they trudged on, Asher's dark black hair contrasts with his tanned skin but then again he was a demigod son of Hades and he had been told he looked like the hero Nico Di Angelo on multiple occasions, maybe it was just him but he didn't see it 

"We're lost! I told you half an hour ago that we were lost" Sophia huffs, her curly dark brown hair whipping her in the face partly due to the wind and partly because she rounded on Asher so fast that some of her hair got caught in her mouth 

Asher's eyes narrowed into slits as he faced the daughter of Aphrodite and entered into a staredown with her "What do you want me to do? You're only complaining because you don't want to walk anymore"

"Oh yes, let's fall back onto stereotypes" Sophia's voice is full of acid

"Can't you summon ghosts to tell us the way" Kayla, a distant relative of the great Annabeth Chase and Percy Jackson cut in, her grey eyes settling between the two as she swipes her hand through her dirty blonde hair 

"I suppose but can't Abe get in contact with Camp? He is a son of Iris" 

"Abe doesn't know how to use his powers, not like you" Kayla points out

"I don't know why. It's not like the Gods can't come down anytime they feel like it now," Asher grumbled thing about how  the old rules were abolished in hopes that if the Gods spent more time with their children, there wouldn't be another World War Incident

"You know it takes him a bit longer to pick things up," Sophia tells him, her light brown gaze travelling to the dark-skinned boy who was seated in a demigod made wheelchair. It looks like a normal wheelchair but had built-in functions to help him fight monsters and more importantly run away from them "It isn't his fault, he can barely use his left arm"

Asher rolled his eyes. Sophia was right, Abe was progressing faster than anyone could fathom and now he was on his very first quest wanting to prove to himself and others that he was more than capable of doing things other people can "Alright, I'll find a McDonalds"

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When Asher came back with McDonald's, the four teenagers sit around in very messy semi-circles, and then they watched as Asher set up the process and when they came to the decision the only person they could think of contacting was Percy fucking Jackson

When Percy Jackson materialized the first thing he said was  "Nico? What are you doing here? I just was talking to you over here and now you're there? What have I told you about scaring me like th--"

"My name's not Nico. I'm Asher" The tanned skinned boy snapped

"Then why do you look like Nico's but with Spanish looking skin"

"That could be because I'm a son of Hades"

"Hades?" Percy asked, his misty eyebrows raised to the sky in disbelief and he looks like he was about to laugh as he splutters out "Hades had another child? How did that happen"

Sophia added in "Well a lot has happened since you were alive"

"Like the Gods can see their children" Abe pipes in

"Oh, Styx are you freaking kidding me? They're abolishing their own rules, you know how long I waited for it. Some people fought a war because they thought it wasn't fair that Gods ignore the kids. Seriously if they thought of this like a hundred years ago then life would have been so much easier for me" Percy groans out in annoyance, throwing his head back and Asher furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. This was the famous Percy Jackson, the people that people can't stop talking about. His life is written about in pages, who knew he was so sassy?

"Yeah, that's not really why we called you?"

"Oh, so what can I do you for?"

"We're on a quest and we could kind of do with your help," Kayla tells him gently, she was still very intimidated by seeing her ancestor. She wasn't really looking at him or his words but something about his presence was just intimidating

"How do you expect me to know what's going on in your quest? I barely know what was going on my own quests, I was confused half the time and the other half it was just sheer dumb look and I wouldn't have made it without my friends and family surrounding me spurred me on and made me feel like I could conquer the world, so while I don't know the details surrounding your quest I  know that you will need to lean on each other for support, because you guys are the only one that knows what each other are going through" Percy spoke before his image faded and he turned into nothing but mist