Percy Jackson.
Haunted.
Hated.
Feared.
Ridiculed.
Alone.
And cursed to eternity in Alaska by those he called his friends and the Olympians.
He fought monsters from multiple worlds. Norse, Egyptian, Roman, Native American, you name it and he will probably have fought it. He has earned respect from many deities, including two of the most difficult deities to get respect from, Raven and his brother, Coyote. Native American spirits, they are both incredibly powerful and connected to Chaos few others are.
They called her.
She watched the one that people called Percy Jackson for three years.
He is no longer Perseus Jackson, or Percy Jackson, or any name from when he was those names.
Now, he is Wrath, Leader of the Seven Deadly Sins.
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Alright, first, yes, I'm alive, and as far as I know, not in any danger. Second, I started writing this story before reading even one book in the Magnus Chase series, which is based on Norse Mythology. Finally, I have yet to finish Assassin God Of Olympus do to a severe case of "what the hell do I do here," also known as writers block. Quite frustrating really.