Thrice Over (KHRxPJO)

Prologue

Percy Jackson was tired. He had saved the world several times, whether by the schemes of others or by his own accord. 

Skull DeMort? He was born in the middle of the night, meant as a joke to others, serious to Percy. It was going to be the start of his brand new life. 

He didn't want to continue like this. And, well, getting betrayed hurt. He had already gone through so much. 

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Sally Jackson, the best mom in the world, or what he could remember of her, was killed by Gabe Ugliano, her husband. Three-year-old-Percy had the unfortunate timing to be there to witness it. 

Other than getting beat by Smelly-Gabe subsequently, Percy was sent to different schools after the police never found Sally Jackson's killer. In the same cycle, go to school, get something weird to happen, whether it be with water, the mysterious orange fire or just plain strange occurrences and get expelled. Get beat up by Smelly-Gabe for being expelled and then go to a new school. 

Honestly, it wasn't his fault. He did try to learn. Percy was ready to get away. He knew to do that he had to be able to survive on his own. At anytime, you would find Percy with a book in his hands. He tried to figure it out, the dyslexia not helping at all. 

Finding out the reading in different languages helped encouraged him to learn, well, different languages. That became different cultures, and then just basically learning everything about the language and its nationality, history and the people. Well, there is the saying knowledge is power.

Being sent off to Camp Half-Blood was possibly the best thing that happened to him, or so he thought at the time. He then learned that good things come at a price. He never hit it off with Annabeth, she seemed like a girl too desperate to prove herself. 

It hurt when he was basically only claimed by his father, Poseidon the God of the sea, to prevent a fight between his father and another god. But he completed his duty and got the lightning bolt to Zeus. After the betrayal by Luke, he learned not to completely trust people. Percy made sure he never became like Luke, bitter about life and ready to do evil to strike back. 

After Chiron gets replaced, then comes back and Thalia is reverted back to her original form, Percy feels less pressure with the new big attraction. After having the quest to try to find the Goddess Artemis, ending with both Bianca di Angelo and Zoe Nightshade dead Percy learns loss. 

He really should have known that the labyrinth was sketchy. His intuition was whispering to him. He knew to trust it; it had saved him multiple times. 

He should have listened, it would have likely averted the whole incident. He felt terrible as he pulled a normal mortal girl, Rachel, into the dangerous Greek world. 

His anchor for the mortal world when he bathed in River Styx was the promise of true family and the freedom he would get after this was all over. Percy held out hope for what was to come after the chaos. 

The war was awful, there were half-bloods on the other side. It became the first time he killed. Killing monsters who are trying to kill you is one thing, killing a fellow half-blood, somebody who's angry about the gods, is another. He was going to get over it, with the nightmare haunting him.

Getting his memory wiped with only the ocean and the feeling of freedom as the clue to the Greek world was not the best clue for him. In his time there, Percy became wilder due to the training Lupa, listening to his instincts and intuition more. He became more cool, calculative and ferocious. 

Leo, Frank, and Hazel were his friends, no, family. They understood him better than he understood himself. During the times of war, Percy was determined to finish this up. He had survived the first war, perhaps a bit scarred and broken, but he would make it out of this one and live the life of freedom with his family.