Perseus Jackson-The Phantom World

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My home...well, it doesn't exactly exist. And I'm not saying that so I don't have to deal with pesky neighbors. And I'm not trying to sound confusing, it's just how most things end up coming out of my mouth.

And I'm not saying I don't have a home.  I do.  I live in a place where time—enemies—and even Fate cannot reach.  And I don't live in the middle of nowhere.  I don't live on an isolated island where gods can flash in and out.  I live in a place with complete solace from Earth.

See, I live in a hole.

I don't live in an actual hole, but I think that is the best way to describe it.  Not where I live, but how the place that doesn't exist came to be. Like...a rip in the fabric of time—only not time, a rip in the Universe. Like a black hole, sort of, but not so dark, not detectable, and not a vortex of utter blackness and most likely doom. Isn't doom a villain in the Fantastic Four? Or maybe I'm thinking if something else...whatever.

I got betrayed.  I was forgotten.  I was cast out like trash.  I never forgave.  I never forgot.

I met older, more powerful beings—Nyx—who has forgiven me for the whole Tartarus fiasco—Aether—who is much cooler than Apollo—Pontus—who is an amazing teacher, and taught me things about my powers I never could have discovered alone—and Chronos—who, for some reason thinks since he is the Primordial of Time that he should be late for everything since Time apparently has no hold on him—and last, but not least, Erebus.

Of course, Thalassa has helped me, too.  But she is pretty much Pontus' assistant. He is water—he has more power than the sea, which is what she is the Primordial of, if anyone was confused.

Nyx is Night.  Aether is Light.  Pontus is Water.  Chronos is Time.  And Erebus is Darkness. 

They blessed me.  The helped me.  They made me Immortal—but first found a loophole so Ancient Laws can't bind me.

Now I call myself the Phantom.  With my new abilities, I opened a hole in the dimension.  It is referred to as The Phantom World.  For anyone who has heard of it—though it is a rarity—mainly monsters—it is a feared place.  A dark place.  The Phantom World that The Phantom resides in.  Doesn't appear warm and sunny, but it actually is extremely nice.  There is a cabin—like the one my mom and I went to when I was younger.  There is a heavy training area, too. Along with a beach, a basketball court, a batting cage, a tennis court, bowling alley, a movie theater, really sick tech that I invented. I created it—what did it—with my mind! More on that topic will most likely be explained later.

During the last 100 years, I mastered every weapon, every skill, every power I possessed.

I am the Phantom—God of Darkness, Light, Night, the Elements, and Changes.  Changes means I can adapt to anything, any power thrown my way.

I gained the power over all the elements when my mentors threw me into a volcano, made me free fall from the highest clouds to the Earth, and pretty much dug me alive—which I was pissed about, but appreciated the end result.

Through it all—the betrayal, my mom and Paul stuck by me.  They were the only people I kept in contact with—although I do keep tabs on everyone and everything.  I offered to make my mom and Paul Immortal and offered them a home in the Phantom Realm, but they declined, saying the loved me, but they were mortal, that they weren't supposed to live forever.  I mourned them for ten years after their deaths.  They do live in the Phantom Realm now.  I preserved their memories, cloaked them in darkness, and brought them to my world—so even Hades isn't any wiser.  It is pretty much constant rebirth for them—not Immortality.  I brought them back at age twenty, and kept their memories for them.  They now had twins, my brother and sister, Peter and Phoebe.

For about fifty years, I've been roaming the world.  I traveled the world, trained in every aspect, every culture.  I have visited every place and trained there—including Alaska and the Underworld.  Even Tartarus.  I hunt monsters and rescue demigod children.  I have heard rumors of me.  They are actually quite amusing.  The Mist Man—the Cloaked One, the Mysterious Savior—it's actually quite flattering.

"A cross between vapor and shadow."

"A Blaze of Fire and a whirlwind of blades."

"The Flying Warrior.  It was amazing.  You could feel the power coming off him in waves—he-he saved me."

What a reputation, huh?

I don't know. I quite enjoy it.

And for your information, those up there—direct quotes.  I got them from listening through shadows.  And I'm not a stalker, but I always watch over the kids I saved, to make sure they don't die painful deaths if I can help it.  So, naturally, I hear stuff.

I am a phantom. No, The Phantom.

I am no longer a hero.  Nor am I a villain.  I will never again be a pawn, and if I am ever to aid them again—them being the Olympians—it will be of my own free will.  And it would be for the unfortunate demigods and mortals to be the poor souls to get in the way, trapped in the gods' messed up agenda.

And this is the story about how I saved them once again...this time as the all powerful, incredibly awesome...The Phantom.  Not as Percy Jackson.