The Fatal Flaw (A Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

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Percy POV

The Sky and the Slayer... Who are they? Who is the final evil we must face?

What is the point? You will die either way.

But everyone else doesn't have to.

Will is already dead. Clarisse doesn't have much time left. The sky and the beauty will still fall and before the final battle at that. Simply so you may suffer even more.

Thanks nice to know you care.

All this could change if you simply join me. Join us. Change your fate.

My fate was decided. My fate was already decided. I have no choice it is gone...

The dream then changes as the conversation is replaced by a song....

"It's gone, gone, baby, it's all gone
There is no one on the corner and there's no one at home
It was cool cool, it was just all cool
Now it's over for me and it's over for you
Well it's gone, gone, baby, it's all gone
There is no one on the corner and there's no one at home
Well it was cool cool, it was just all cool
Now it's over for me and it's over for you"

(A/N How Far We've Come- Matchbox 20)

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I wake up memory of dream already fading. Though I am sure I have had it before. I try to remeber where I have heard that voice before but, once again I remember nothing. I shake it off as I get ready for the day. Once I finish dressing I head outside. No one is up yet as usual. I head to the arena- my private one- and begin to train.

The sun still isn't up yet. It's probably about 4:00am. Nonetheless I destroy hundreds of dummy's as I let out all my anger. I'm not sure how much later it is when the the sun begins to rise, but when it does I head to the beach.

I quickly dive in refreshing myself and climb out summoning my armor as I do. As part of my daily routine I go straight to the forest. As I walk I spot what looks like a baby hellhound. Or an abnormally small one. It is alone instead of with a pack. It will notice me if I get closer so instead I summon my bow and arrow.

Before you freak out and go hide behind something, I have perfect accuracy now. Though it seems impossible it is true. Over the past few years while I've been alone training on my island, I have had one other visitor. Who is surprisingly an amazing liar. Lady Artemis has been training me. (A/N there is no Pertimis). Though she didn't have a choice. The whole time they were looking for me. She knew where I was.

Though the Fates forbid her from saying. I'm surprised they picked her and not Apollo. Artemis hates men. So yeah make her train me that makes sense. I'm guessing she was Clotho's idea. Also surprising I'm not a jackalope. Artemis has learned to tolerate me... mostly.

Anyway I take aim and hit the baby hellhound in chest twice sending it back to Tartarus.

"You're stance was slightly off," an annoyed voice says. Artemis. I glance up at the sky and see the moon is still barely visible. I turn to face her.

"Lady Artemis," I say.

"You're stance was off," She repeats. I shrug.

"Sorry?" I say. She rolls her eyes and mutters.

"Boys." I say nothing having had this conversation enough times.

"Fix it next time," She says. "Also you should practice more."

"I can't practice there are other people. They would find strange that I can suddenly shoot a bow and arrow. I'm the god of Swordsmanship."

"They also find it strange that your not dead. Your a god. And your an assassin. It's not the most tragic thing to tell them. Just say the Fates forced you to work until you got it. Just like with the throwing knives, daggers etc."