The prophecy of 7 has met its end. The second Gigantomachy is over, and we were victorious. We may have lost many friends, family, and allies along the way, but we ultimately won the war. The giants are all defeated, and Gaea met her end.
Things are finally settling down. The numerous shrouds were burned, the campers mourned, and the gods were more present than ever.
Olympus and its occupants have been thriving. The gods have all been returned to their whole selves, being cured of their split personalities. The Olympian council had vowed to mend their relations with all their godly offspring, whether god/goddess or demigod.
Things were working out and for the better.
Or so we thought.
When a certain Olympian conspires to end Percy, his former enemy stands by his side. Together they must face what is to come. But not without outside help.
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To lessen the confusion of the varying writings of the primordial family's birth and lineage, I chose the few I wanted to use and branded them all children of Chaos and Order. The remaining primordials are their future offspring. I am not using the Hesiod or Homer lineage for my characters.
I do not own Percy Jackson or PJO/HOO characters; all rights to Uncle Rick. All that is mine is the plot and some OCs. In my story, PJ is a fan of many fandoms and mentions things related to such fandoms (including Harry Potter, Dr. Who, Mortal Instruments, Last Airbender/Legend of Korra, Vampire Diaries, Supernatural, etc.) None of which I own- all rights to the original authors/creators.
I had not read past The Burning Maze when I started this. The first part of the fic takes place after the second giant war. However, the rest of the book will take place in the future; it will differ from PJ lore after Burning Maze.
I appreciate comments--- please bear in mind that this is my first Fanfic. Be nice. :)
𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
Aarna never thought two pink lines could shake her world.
She stood frozen, staring at the test in her trembling hands. Pregnant. A word she had longed to hear, yet feared the most.
Would he accept it? Or would he push her away again, just like before?
The door creaked open. Her heart pounded.
Sharad's sharp gaze met hers. "What are you hiding?"
Her breath hitched. She wasn't ready for this. Not yet.