Tempus - Percy Jackson Fanfiction

Prologue

This is the story of how I died.

Yeah, yeah, I know that line's from a film or a book, or somewhere else (there's no network down here in the afterlife, believe it or not, so I can't look it up - even if I did have a phone); but there's really no other way to put it; I die, and what I'm about to write tells you all about it. Simple as. Gods it sounds boring already.

I bet you're all wondering, who the actual Hades is this story about?, well my name is-

The name is crossed out from the reader's view, so that it was impossible to tell what it could have been, however judging by the width of the scribble, it was less than ten letters long, that was for sure. However, the reason why it had been removed, was unknown.

I was part of a group of friends, the Seven they called us all, even though there was more like nine... Ten if you counted that crazy goat guy, Hedge. Now considering this book is covered by the mist, I'm like 92% certain that you'll also be a demigod reading this, if you didn't know that already, then a: shit sorry, I just ruined that surprise, and b: you must be part of the 8% of mortals with clear site, which means those creepy crawlies you see, but brush them off as your imagination? Yeah they're real sorry. However, if you already knew you were a demigod, then that last bit was kind of pointless sorry, but hopefully Chiron will still be around to tell you about us and how we defeated Gaia, and her horde of ugly little minions.

...Well they were little compared to her.

Anyway, I'm going off track here; this story happens roughly a year after the whole Gaia fiasco, due to the fact that the gods are about as good at keeping peace, as I am at keeping my hand out of an open cookie jar. Although there is a slight difference in the consequences; lots and lots of innocent deaths, and cookies. I, personally prefer the latter, however I know some that would prefer the first option. I don't tend to hang out with those people very often; there's just something about them that seems... off.

Gods am I easily distracted; must be the ADHD talking... This is why I never became a writer. That and I died.

Anyway, I'm sure you're all bored of me rambling on by now, so screw it, I'm just going to go straight into the story.

It all started on what seemed to be a regular day in Camp Halfblood...

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I'm baaaack~! With - you'll never guess - another crappy story, that I'll more than likely never finish, despite having a basic plan on how I'm doing this, unlike the rest of them... Anyway I'm so sorry for just dropping the other stories like that, hopefully with my new laptop, I'll be able to redo, and continue them!

I know this is short, but it's just the prologue - that, and I couldn't think of anything else. From now on all the chapters will be in third person point of view, so I've left who's writing this unclear, so you guys can guess who I'm going to kill off! Yay!

Don't hesitate to comment if you see any grammatical, spelling errors, or literally anything off in the text above :)

Thanks to all of you, Dj_jd_x