Most demigods are born of Olympians who meddle in mortal lives. Percy Jackson was not. Before the Titans, before Olympus rose from the bones of the earth, there were three: Ouranos, the untouchable Sky; Erebus, the shadow between worlds; and Pontus, the fathomless Deep. They shaped the edges of reality itself, far removed from mortal affairs. They did not love. They did not create for beauty's sake. They simply were. Until Hephaestus got an idea. In the modern age, the god of the forge had grown tired of his own reflection-scarred, bent, and forever underestimated. So he built himself a body unlike any he'd worn before: elegant, flawless, and female. It was a form for invention, for exploration... and, though he'd never admit it, for curiosity about the oldest forces in existence. One meeting led to another. A spark met the void. The tides answered the wind. And from an impossible union of sky, shadow, sea, and crafted flame, a child was born. Born in the silence between waves. Born in the darkness before dawn. Born with the sky in his eyes, the ocean in his breath, and shadows that curled under his skin like living things. His name was Perseus Jackson. And the world was not ready for him.

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Once upon a time, Camp Half-Blood hosted chariot races and capture-the-flag. Now? We have prophecy-fueled fanfic hunts, google forms that judge your spelling and writing contests that judged by Athena herself. Led by four dangerously sleep-deprived hosts and powered by chaos, competition, and questionable divine oversight - Camp Half-Blood Games is not just an event. It's a storm disguised as a game show. Expect games every fortnight. Expect madness. Expect that someone will forget the rules and pay for it with a very ironic curse. And if you're here to play? Good luck. You'll need it. Also maybe a thesaurus. And if you are searching up what a 'Thesaurus' means? You're doomed from the start.

Thalia has been brought back to life. The camp has been saved. Luke is still on the loose. And yet Annabeth's choices still aren't over. When she goes with Percy and Thalia to bring back some campers, she is captured by a manticore and taken to Mount Othrys, home of the Titans as bait. Her choice looms over her: a life of pain and heartbreak with a chance of hope, or a life free from the influence of boys. Will she chose to become a Hunter and leave Percy and Luke forever? And will Percy be able to save her before Mount Othrys is risen to destroy the gods? Percy Jackson and the Titan's Curse from Annabeth Chase's point of view (Disclaimer: I do NOT own any characters or the storyline. All rights and credit goes to Rick Riordan, author of Percy Jackson and the Olympians)

Part 2 of Drowning in the Siren's Song. Percy learns that hiding won't hide him anymore. Just being himself has earned him enough power to garner the attention of the Gods. And for a Siren capable of influencing anybody with songs and is blessed by nature, his rarity is sure to bring more danger than just monsters. Now armed with the learnings of both Greeks and Romans, he tries navigate his messed up life, doing anything and everything to prevent himself from ever meeting the Gods and getting involved in their problems.

A child born from a miracle was named Perseus Jackson. His mother, a loving mortal with the gift of sight, brought together both aspects of the Ocean, combining Poseidon and Neptune into a single being, born from her love. Something never done before, nor heard of. A child armed with the powers from both personas of the sea, knew nothing of the truth. He'd inherited, not only the power to subjugate water, but to charm with his songs like the tides of the sea, an ability exclusive only to the rarest children of Neptune. He was a siren. After unleashing his powers one day, the world realized that he held much greater power than once perceived. But he had to hide it. Such authority was unwelcomed in a world where survival was a fight. One slip up and they would know that he was not normal, even among children considered abnormal- Demigods. It was the beginning of a silent song. It could heal; it could destroy. And the melody was controlled by Percy Jackson, the one demigod who wanted nothing more than peace and quiet.

(This is the sequel to a story already finished on my profile) In between her new school and getting Percy into college, Annabeth is back for another (sort of) year at Hogwarts. But this time, things are a little different. For one thing, there is now the threat of a wizarding mass murderer looming, and no one seems to believe that he's actually back. Even more, the Ministry of Magic is making out Annabeth to be some sort of mastermind who convinced Harry Potter and Dumbledore to lie about Voldemort's return. For another, the Ministry of Magic has placed one of their own inside Hogwarts as a teacher--- someone fully dedicated to the Ministry and hates half-breeds like Annabeth. Annabeth is supposed to be protecting Harry from Voldemort and other threats, but how can she do that when there's a shrunken pink toad watching her every move?

Percy Jackson is not a good person. At least, not anymore. Percy has been through a lot. Annabeth is dead and his few remaining friends are scattered across America. Percy's been loyal and heroic his whole life, he's always done what the gods asked. And they have only ever repaid him with pain and indifference. So now it's his turn. His longing for justice is growing and the more bitter he becomes, the more it sinks in that without Annabeth, he has nothing left to fight for. But then again, there's nothing holding him back. Revenge is something that has long been above Percy. But at the end of the day, at least it's something to fight for. The gods have forgotten that loyalty goes both ways. It's about time someone reminded them what happens when you lose the trust of a Demigod who rules on loyalty. ////Don't be afraid to spam comments or questions, I love attention teehee////

What if Percy had fallen into Tartarus alone? Apparently, a whole lot of shit. * Down in Tartarus, it's the Greek version of hell. Percy experiences the hardest days of his life - and that's saying something - as he attempts to find his way to the Doors of Death. It's his only option if he wants to make it out of this alive. At least he has Small Bob, though. The best fucking awesome cat ever. * "No matter how much he tried, he couldn't get the stain of Tartarus off his skin." * Started November 2017. Finished March 2018. *THIS STORY IS UNDER EDITING* *Due to the edits, chapter names and numbers may not line up, and some story details may be out of place. The story is not being edited in chronological order. I don't have a timeline for when edits will be finished.

Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon. Now, a God. He had fought wars, and sacrificed more than anyone else. The wars ended, but he never found peace. A path to salvation, to protect everyone he cared about, he had lost. He had been stopped, his hopes crushed. But, now he had a second chance. Not just to fix things, but to succeed where he failed before. Fight and win, but not alone. With allies old and new, Percy will face threats greater than ever before, and fight to reach a height no one has ever reached before. His own Path, to Ascension.