Memoirs narrated by a version of everyone's favorite sarcastic son of Poseidon during his journey through a galaxy far, far away (Short Chapters of approximately 800-1300 words)
I do not own Percy Jackson, it belongs to Rick Riordan and Star Wars currently belongs to Disney, as well as any other elements that appear here, credits to their respective creators.
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"Log of a Sarcastic Demigod Among the Stars" will basically be told from the recorded log of everyone's favorite sarcastic son of the sea, Percy Jackson, who has lived for almost 500 years.
It will be a few "entries" before Percy reaches the "Galaxy Far, Far Away."
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Percy's Log: Entry No. 21, 874
Date: September 2, 2483
Location: Somewhere in the mountains of China
[Click, buzz, crack.]
Hi, it's me again. You know, I thought that after nearly 500 years of dealing with supernatural calamities and arrogant, proud, foolish, power-hungry, or half-crazy gods, I would finally have over a month of some peace and quiet. But no! Just the usual chaos, sprinkled with a dash of "Hey, we're going to play with Percy Jackson's life a little bit more."
So here I am, perched on top of one of these misty Chinese mountains, helping one of Periclymenus' distant descendants of one of the family lines that never left China, a teen girl named Zhao Liying, deal with some rebellious Taoist spirits, who apparently find it difficult to distinguish between an ancient artifact and something new and shiny.
Where it matters, the problems of the Chinese are not very different from the Greco-Romans, it's just that the Chinese have a lot less melodrama and arrogance... Although on second thought that can make a BIG difference.
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It's funny how I can still remember my teenage days at Camp Half-Blood.... The Greek drama, nightmares, prophecies, laughter, searches, and many mistakes seemed to have happened an eternity ago. But traveling across the world for nearly five centuries has taught me one thing...
The gods never learn... And yet, here I am, ahem, cleaning up their messes once again.
[Pause, static.]
Then to give me more problems a message arrived.
A rather blurred call from a Iris message from Thalía and Reyna... Really, those two?
The Hunters of Artemis were desperate enough to call me, of all people, for help. And my first thought was, "Did someone drop a star on Zeus?"
Thalia's voice was heard, worried and annoyed by the urgency, which was an odd combination as Reyna followed her, wanting to sound more serious.
"Percy, we need your help," Thalia said.
"It's Artemis," Reyna added. She hasn't returned from her solo hunt in Canada... blah, blah, blah... It's been more than a month... blah, blah, blah..."
