ultimate heroes

Voldemort

I sneakily crept up to the man. I recognized his clothing: he was a train conductor. He was an okay guy to possess. I was in the train station in London, next to Big Ben, the giant, useless clock. A train station was a good place to hide from the Ministry wizards. So I sneaked in there, and hid in a small muffin shop. I swooped out of there in a few seconds. I was only vapour now. Only a small piece of my soul was left to anchor me to this world. But that didn't mean that other wizards couldn't see me. I quickly took control of the body in a minute of two. It didn't take that long to take control of a Smuggle with few brain cells left in his body. This possession did not take place like the one with Quirrel, so my head wasn't at the back of his head. My eye suddenly caught some movement in the entrance of the train station. A couple of men, wearing black robes entered. The Ministry wizards had arrived. They would notice me, and see the signs and symptoms of possession in this body. I needed a safe place to hide. My eye wandered up to the giant clock called Big Ben.

A few minutes later, I was making my way go to the central part of the clock. There was quite a bit of room there. My eyes wandered across it; and caught some movement in the side of the room. I saw a man in a cloak sitting there casually, a scythe Lea king against the wall next to him.

Once he saw me, he leaped up, and grabbed his scythe. “Who are you? What do you want?"

he demanded.

  I took out my wand and pointed it at him.

“I should ask you the same question."

The man swung the scythe at me. I leaped back to avoid the attack, and pointed my wand at him again. “Crucio!" I screamed. The man did a double take, but soon regained his posture. Only very strong wizards and superior beings were able to stay under the Cruciatus curse for such a small amount of time. I sensed no wizardly power from him, so that meant he was......

I had to turn m attention back to the battle to avoid having my host's head chopped off. I quickly counterattacked. “Perficius Totalus!"

The man froze in mid-swing. I quickly tied up all of him except his mouth, and then unfroze him. “Now, let's start again. Who are you?"

I'm Kronos, the Greek lord and titan of time, nerd. untie me now, otherwise I am going to do something rash, dork. Who are you, anyway? "

I tutted, while performing Legilmency on him. he was telling the truth.

“I am Voldemort, the most powerful wizard of this time. You are a Greek titan, who was defeated by a young boy named Percy Jackson, and was only able to come back to life because you slipped through the Doors of Death, in Tartarus. Am I correct?"

He stared at me, stunned. I was stunned myself. Tartarus, Greek Titans, and the Doors of death? If I am not mistaken, all of these things corresponded to Greek mythology? What if everything in Greek mythology was real?

“Very good, Voldemort. That information is correct. everything in Greek mythology is real. The same goes for you, Kronos. This man is a wizard, and everything you have read in fairy tales; goblins, trolls, giants, wizard schools, all are real. "

“Who's there?" Both Kronos and I demanded. I was puzzling over the things this person had just said. But I was brought back to the present when the voice spoke again ,“ I am right in front of you, Voldemort and Kronos. Can you not see me?"

Percy Jackson Point of View

Hi. I'm Percy Jackson,sixteen year old son of Poseidon. I'm a demigod, which means half god, half mortal. we demigods get special powers from our godly parents, for example the children of Athena are smart and make awesome battle strategies. The down part of being a demigod is that us constantly attacked by monsters. There's only one place on Earth which is safe for demigods. Its called Camp Half-Blood. In Camp Half-Blood, they train you until your strong enough to defend yourself from inside the monsters. Then they send you on a quest. On a quest, your given a challenge of some sort, and you has to do it. you get two friends to accompany you. I've been on exactly four quests. This story is about my fifth quest, which was my weirdest quest ever. It all started one day when I had just finished a duel against Clarrise La Rue, daughter of Ares. Chiron who  was camp director and a centaur, trotted up to me, and asked in a concerned. tone, “Percy, are you okay?"

He'd been asking me that a lot lately. It was because I'd been having these weird flashbacks and nightmares recently. they even occurred during the day. in these flashbacks, I saw: an army of monsters; a strange group of people, which included; a thing which was green and pretty big; a kid with glasses and a stick; a brown guy with curly hair and a curved sword; a kids wearing a suit and had a pretty buff guy behind him. After I saw these, there was always  hissing, rasping, and other strange voice, whispering things I couldn't hear; and lastly, me looking up into a face which had slits for nostrils, and red eyes Then I woke up sweating all over.

These flashbacks had been happening more and more frequently. I knew Chiron as worried, but I was okay now, so I told him so.

  “Good," he replied,“Because I'm sending you on a quest now. Its a very small task. All you need to do is to check out some major monster attacks in Britain. Half the demigods which come from there aren't alive. All you need to do is check it out. I have got your tickets. to a ferry which will take you to Europe. You shall not need a prophecy, since this is such a small scale quest. You may now chose both of your companions, who shall accompany you. Here are the ferry tickets. Good luck!"

And he trotted away, leaving me befuddled and surprised.

An hour later, we were zooming between traffic, making our way to the docks. Our driver, Argus, was driving like a maniac. Annabeth, William, (son of Hephaestus) and I were trying our best not to throw up. When we reached the docks, and quickly boarded our ferry.

So many hours later that I lost count, we reached London, England. As we climbed out, we had barely taken our first step when we hard someone screaming.

Author's note

I dedicate this book to my best friend, Allen McAndrew, who gave  me these awesome ideas, and to my father, Yacoub Ahsen,  who gave me the will to write.