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.

What if, when he was twelve, Percy had been the one wearing the special trapped shoes? What if his friends and co-questers hadn't been able to catch him before he fell? This is the story of Percy as he grows up in Tartarus. We already know that he would do anything to protect his friends, so why not his former enemy? When Kronos is all that can keep Percy alive in this terrifying environment, Percy must learn to survive in this place called Tartarus. He grows up believing that he owes everything to Kronos and his minions - after all, they do refer to him as 'My Prince'. They helped him survive; if he ever owed anyone, he must owe these guys. And also, no one can be all bad, as they even let him occasionally talk with his friends that are back up in what everyone just refers to as the surface. Journey along with twelve-year-old Percy Jackson as he decides which side he truly is on, who his true friends are, and if he really is who everyone said he was. --I do not own the first fifteen chapters, the epilogue, or description. Those belong to the wonderful writer @Fire-of-Stars and I feel honored to continue this story (and I feel honored to let her tie it all together). I am sad to see her leave Wattpad, but I hope that her amazing story continues through me. We do not own Percy Jackson.

Perseus Jackson is dead. He didn't die in battle. He wasn't killed during a quest. He didn't make the Gods so mad they killed them. His fatal flaw turned out to be actually fatal. But the Fates aren't through with him just yet. First he was the Gods pawn. But, now he belongs to the Fates. +++ Disclaimer: I don't own anything besides the plot. Rick Riordan owns all of it.

It had been many years since Perseus Jackson, the Saviour of Olympus, had been sentenced to death. The life at Camp Half-Blood went on as usual, and the Immortal Heroes passed on their techniques to the younger generation. But what will happen when Artemis and her Hunters face imminent danger? What will happen when Artemis summons a brave Guardian to protect them? And what will happen when that Guardian just happens to be the one and only Perseus Jackson? Must have read the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, and the Heroes of Olympus series to understand this story. Book 1 of the UNKNOWN series. ~CSP2708~ *Dylan_Walts*

(A Percy Jackson fanfiction) The king of gods made a horrible mistake a long time ago, yet none of the other gods went against him in fear of the consequences. The king did not want to seem like a fool so he made no choices what so ever to fix the mistake he made. Unfortunately for one good hearted demigod that mistake made him a prisoner for a crime he did not commit. What happens when the gods all need his help in the uprising threat? Will he be their saviour once again, or their very own doom? * * * "Perseus Jackson," said the god of lightning. Percy caught a bit of uncertainty in his voice and had to stop an urge to smirk. "We are here to ask for your help." The words seemed to be difficult for Zeus to get out. Percy nearly rolled his eyes. How hard was it to ask for help? Oh, wait. He nearly forgot that Zeus was asking for help the demigod that he personally sent to literal hell. Silly him. Percy raised an eyebrow again. He had a feeling he would be doing that a lot. "And what possibly makes you think I will help you?" he asked, logically. The emotionless mask still attached on his face. * * * I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, or the Heroes of Olympus.

The Phantom isn't like you or me. He isn't mortal...not anymore. And he can't be considered a mere demigod, either. He is something...else. Something greater...more powerful...something impossible. The Phantom lives in a rift in the Universe. He created it himself. If you've seen him, chances are you've been an inch from death. He isn't a hero...not anymore. He isn't a villain. He just...is. Not he is back to save them...even if he doesn't really want to. Can you guess who he is? I think the title rather gives it away... Yes. The Phantom's true name is Perseus Jackson. He hasn't been called that in a very long time...

I took one last, longing glance at my former home over my shoulder. I wished I could stay, but what was there to stay for? Annabeth deserted me, my father hated me and the campers no longer knew me as the hero who saved Olympus twice. This is the end, I thought. Taking a deep breath and blinking back tears in my eyes, I stepped through the portal. 10 000 years later, Percy is Commander Epsilon, leader of the Elite team in Lord Chaos' army. With his warriors by his side, they are all forced to return to Camp-Half Blood to save the planet from the darkest force in all the known worlds. Can Percy forgive those who betrayed him in time to save Earth from Destruction? DISCLAIMER: This is the disclaimer for the whole book. I don't own any Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus characters (If only!). Rick Riordan does (Lucky him!). NOTE: This book was written before the House of Hades. Please forgive any mistakes made because of this. Try for a little imagination ;)

Everything was going perfectly after the war was over. However, one day, when a son of Morpheus came to camp, Percy's perfect world started to crumble. He was once known as the leader of camp and Savior of Olympus. However, after much influence from this new demigod, he was known as the selfish jerk of the camp who abused his status and powers to torment the other campers just to give him a laugh. Driven out of camp, Percy searched for a new life while trying to come to terms of his friends' betrayal. He searched and searched until he read of the many worlds outside of Earth and knew then that was where he was going to search for his new life. Hey Guys! This is going to be my Chaos fan fiction. It's going to start out similar to other Chaos stories with the betrayal stuff but I want to focus more on Percy's life before he is sent back to Earth and basically how he becomes the most powerful bad ass in the history of the universe.

When Percy desperately wanted to settle down after countless wars and battles. He was met with the most cruel of fates. His friends turned against him in the blink if an eye, leaving him shocked and confused. He was brought to the brink of death. But fate had other plans for the demigod son of Poseidon. Something bigger.

"Distance means so little when someone means so much."