The Fall of Percy Jackson

Intensive Training and Spiritual Awakening

Annabeth's Pov:

"ZEUS! PERCY JACKSON WAS INNOCENT! WE ALL KNOW IT! YOU ARE JUST TOO STUBBORN TO ADMIT IT!" Poseidon rumbled back at Zeus' accusation of Percy. Both were fuming with rage, fists clenched and eyes burning like miniature explosions. Zeus's bolt appeared in hand while Poseidon's trident appeared in his hand. Both steaming with fury, they locked eyes with each other.

They looked about to enter battle when a bright white flashed, and everything in the room went silent.

After the flash cleared, I heard gasps across the room. I looked up from my chair in the throne room, only to gasp at what I saw. The Fates themselves, the daughters of the Primordial Goddess Ananke. They were covered in wrinkles, and held a string that was half sea-green, and the other half pitch black as night. Percy, I thought.

Grover turned pale. The gods had shocked expressions upon their faces, until Zeus and Poseidon quickly put their weapons away and knelt before them. Zeus was the first to speak.

"All hail the Fates, daughters of Ananke."

Quickly, everyone in the room knelt down. I snapped out of my trance before kneeling down as well. The gods looked reluctant to kneel before anyone, but having three ancient beings, as old as the Titans present in the room, they had no choice.

As I was kneeling, Atropos, the middle fate held up her hands.

"Do not kneel to us Olympians. We do not like to be felt as royalty," she said. Her sisters, Clotho and Lachesis, nodded in agreement. Zeus was the first to regain his wits, being the leader and all.

"What brings us the honor as to be treated by your presence?" Zeus asked. Atropos had a look on her face that clearly seemed like Zeus was an idiot. Lachesis then looked directly into the Thunder God's eyes.

"We come with grave news. Can anyone here guess whose thread of life this is?" she asked. I looked around. Many of the campers looked dumbfounded, but some of their eyes grew as realization struck them. Poseidon, however, was jumping out of his seat as he realized whose it was.

"M-my son. Percy Jackson?" he asked the three women. They nodded grimly. The gods exchanged nervous glances. Zeus looked irritated that they even brought that name up, and he was about to open his mouth when he shut it quickly after receiving a glare from my mother. I chuckled silently to myself.

"Is he, you know... dead?" asked a camper. Atropos stepped forward, thread in hand.

"No. His thread is not cut. However, he is beyond our power." As she said this, she gestured to where the string turned from green to black.

"Then what happened?" asked Poseidon with determination. Clotho sighed.

"When Zeus threw Perseus Jackson into Tartarus, we lost our vision of him. We do not know his whereabouts, are anything for that matter. But we do know something. He is immortal now," she said. My eyes widened. The only way he could be immortal was if a god gave him their sacred blessing. And if he really was that man who attacked us... oh gods.

"What do you mean, Immortal?" boomed Zeus. Hades rolled his eyes. Nico did the same, almost as if to say, no duh. They really hated Zeus, as did I. But I was smart enough to know that if you don't respect Zeus then your life will cease to exist.

"He is immortal like one of Artemis' hunters. Only able to die in combat," Atropos replied.

"But how?" asked Poseidon. I wanted to ask the same question.

"We do not know. All we do know is that mother Ananke, Primordial Goddess of Destiny and Fate, has foreseen that he is the one who will tip the scales in the upcoming battle against darkness. Whether it is for the sake of good or evil," replied Lachesis. Before any of the Olympians could ask any more questions, the same white light appeared, blinding the room. As quickly as they had come, they had left.