Taste The Burn~ PJO RTB

Prologue

Mount Olympus was surprisingly empty. With only a bored Zeus sitting on his throne 0holding his bolt and an intensely reading Athena occupying the throne room of the Olympians.

Their silence was suddenly interrupted when the other Olympians, Hades, and Hestia all appeared out of thin air.

The once silent hall was now full of very confused, very loud, gods and goddesses.

This confusion only grew stronger as a bright flash of light blinded everyone except Apollo.
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Percy Jackson was finally at peace for the first time in a long time.

The domesticity of eating dinner with his mother, Sally, was something he craved after the Battle of Manhattan. And that's exactly what he was getting.

Until he wasn't...

When Percy was engulfed in a flash of white with no warning, and then dropped onto what seemed to be a stone floor he cursed every god, goddess, and higher being he could think of.

His tantrum came out as mumbles under his breath, but it was a tantrum nonetheless.

The teenager's complaints quickly halted when he pushed off the floor and came face to face with a large group of demigods.

With furrowed brows, Percy asked, "What the heck is going on right now?"

Annabeth, taking an uncharacteristic gulp, nodded to something over the boy's shoulder. "I think the better question is when the heck are we?"

Extremely confused, but listening to the blonde's nonverbal cue, Percy turned around while he asked, "Did you just say 'when' instead of 'where'? I don't know if you hit your head or something but—"

Percy was quickly silenced when he saw who had been standing behind him.

Taking in the situation at hand he gave a jerky nod and said, "Okay, yeah. I get it now. 'When' is definitely a valid question."

Much calmer than the demigods were expecting, yet with a stern undertone, Zeus stepped forward and asked, "Who are you?" The king of the gods eyes moved from Percy to each and every new face in front of him. "All of you."

Before Percy could make one of his patented sarcastic comments Annabeth stepped forward. Swallowing down any of her previous fears, she had a stoic expression as she said, "We are demigods." Remembering her friend the blonde gestured behind her and added, "As well as a satyr."

The other gods, goddesses, and Olympians nodded slowly or furrowed their eyebrows in acknowledgment of Annabeth's words. However, Zeus did no such thing.

Instead, Zeus's stare hardened even more. With tense muscles, he asked, "What business do mortals have in Olympus?"

This time Annabeth did not speak up before Percy quickly enough.

Rolling his eyes the black-haired boy answered, "We all popped up here in a light bright enough that, now that I think about it, probably damaged my corneas permanently." He stuffed his hands in his shorts pockets to fiddle with his pen and to hide the slight shake his fingers had due to nerves. "Trust me, I'd much rather be at home with my mom eating dinner than stuck here with your zappy self."

Percy let out a breath as he finished his rant. Only when he looked away from the crack in the stone floor he had been talking to did the consequences of speaking to the younger Zeus cross his mind.

Before the king of the gods could strike the boy down, a snort of amusement was heard, confusing every occupant of the giant hall.

Except Ares.