Percy knelt before three of the gods. His hair was messy and his skin pale. His eyes were red rimmed and puffy and his cheeks tear stained. "Percy? What are you doing here so late?" Lady Hera asked. "I have a request." Percy said in a croaky voice. "Anything for the saviour of Olympus." Lady Hestia replied immediat...
Artemis?! Zoe?! Perseus Jackson, what is going on with your life right now? This spells trouble for everyone. A little bit of a different plot line I suppose. Read if you want, ignore if you don't. Tantalizingly amazing...nah. I can't say that. Depends on the reader, not the writer. Disclaimer: Rick Riordan owns PJO/H...
Participating in two important wars, and with a millennia of demigod experience condensed inside of him, twenty-year-old Percy Jackson thinks he's done with all the bloodshed and sadness. Little did he know, the Fates still had something up their sleeves. And it was something he never expected. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1...