1 Prologue
(disclaimer: I am absolutely taking chapters from Imjusttryingtofindmyway)
Percy Jackson sat in the back of the classroom listening to his teacher, Mr. Brunner. The wheelchair confined man taught with a deep voice and enthusiasm that surprised Percy as the subject he spoke about was.... well, boring.
Percy's sea-green eyes were glazed as he looked at his notebook doodling a picture of a trident and not paying attention to what was being said.
"... Hence the Gods lived on Olympus for the rest of eternity, ruling over the world." Mr. Brunner finished his lesson by closing his book. He looked around the classroom and spotted Percy who was doodling on his notebook, "Mr. Jackson."
Percy immediately looked up in surprise, "Y-yes sir?"
"Tell me, Mr. Jackson... What is the purpose of us learning about Greek Gods and Goddesses?"
Percy looked around confused. He glanced to his side to where his best friend, Grover, was sitting. He was a boy with crutches and a beanie on. The boy shrugged and Percy sighed, "I-ah... Don't know sir."
Mr. Brunner sighed, "Come now, Percy. You must be able to guess, right? Think of some reason."
Percy scratched his head and wondered, 'What were the gods good for anyway?' Percy shook his head and said the only thing he could think of, "It would help us in passing this class."
The class laughed while Grover gave Percy a thumbs up, just barely holding in his laughter. Mr. Brunner pinched his nose, "Yes, Mr. Jackson. I suppose that would suffice. However, that was not the answer I was looking for."
Percy shrugged, "I'm sorry, Mr. Brunner, but come on. What could the actual answer be? What's the point of learning about some dead gods anyway? Shouldn't we be learning something else like say... balancing a checkbook?"
The class laughed again, but strangely this time Percy noticed Grover was very quiet. He almost looked kind of scared like someone was going to hurt Percy for talking like that.
Mr. Brunner shook his head again and slowly started to roll himself to the front of the class. Once he got to the front of the classroom he explained, "While it is true for the present-day world to be learning about Economics. It's true that it's far more useful than learning about Greek Gods, but it is not more important. The Greeks invented most of the methods we see today in our lives. Their rule of drama forms the very bedrock of the entertainment industry. Their philosophies act as the cornerstone of the Western World. That is why we need to learn about the Greek Gods, Mr. Jackson. It's to understand where we come from and what stories influenced the great people who formed our world."
"Come on, Mr. Brunner," Percy said with a sigh, "Other than being an extended history lesson it's not like they have any other use. They don't have any more power in the modern world."
Mr. Brunner narrowed his eyes, "I wouldn't be too sure, Mr. Jackson."
Percy shrugged and the class continued moving on like nothing ever happened. But unbeknownst to them, three old women were looking at this scene from far away.
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These were the Fates. They lived in a cave that could not be found by mortals or demigods. Only a divine could be here and only if the Fates themselves wish it. The women looked as old as time itself with hair as white as snow and fingers with the marks of a knitter. Next to them was a river of blue yarn extending beyond them further into their cave.
"A gauntlet has been thrown," said one of the three women dressed in grey robes.
"Challenges us the body does," said another in a tone of anger.
"We are fate. We are always challenged."
"Indeed we are, but this time we must do something about this."
"And why must we? What would we gain by interfering?"
"Indeed, we have nothing to gain."
"Oh, but we do. We have everything to gain."
"Explain." Said one of the three sisters at once.
And so the one who proposed the idea spoke up, "Perseus Jackson is the one who will decide whether to save Olympus or let it burn. He is the chosen one and his dismissal of the Olympians and of us, the Fates, will not be in our favor."
"It is a problem easily fixed," stated one of the Fates, "We simply have to introduce the boy faster to the divine world. Make him reliant on it."
"But that may not be enough," said another Fate, "I agree with sister. We need the boy on our side. We need him to rely on us."
Once again, the Fate who introduced the idea nodded and spoke once more, "I propose we give the boy a power that will trap to our service so that he may never leave, else he lose this power. This will ensure that he remains loyal."
The Fate that objected before nodded, "Very well. What shall we give him? He is already a demigod. Perhaps a weapon, like the original Perseus?"
"No, not a weapon," said one of the Fates, "He will need his entire life to be consumed by the gift we give him. A weapon can be replaced and his reliance on it will be... minimum is his mortal life."
"Then, what shall we give him?"
"It would have to be something we would be good at."
"It should also be under our control, but give him the illusion that he is the one in control."
"And modern, Perseus would not like it otherwise."
Slowly, the three looked at each other and smiled as an idea came to them. They lifted their right arms together and a ball of blue light formed. Suddenly, just as quickly as it formed, it disappeared.
The three closed their eyes and the image of Percy sitting in class reappeared. Suddenly, the ball of light they made appeared above Percy's head. It seemed no one could see it as no one reacted.
The light bathed the room in blue before it slowly sank down into Percy.
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Percy jerked up as he felt something….something strange. Like a disturbance in his head, only thing is he didn't know what happened. Percy shook his head and quickly tried, and failed to listen in class.
That night Percy went to bed with a raging headache, his classes were getting distracting, the teachers were being boring, again. And worst of all Grover was going on and on about Greek Gods and how they were going to get him or something, honestly, that guy acted like such a chicken sometimes.
Percy finally went into his dorm room, luckily Grover was still in the library studying. Percy took off his shoes and socks and crashed into the bottom bunk bed which was his. The last sound he heard before he fell asleep was a 'ping!'
The next day Percy opened his eyes and slowly wiped away the dust in his eyes. He stretched around and yawned feeling great. No headache, no homework….that he remembers and no Grover snoring waking him up in the middle of the night.
Percy nodded and then looked up to see a blue box hovering over his head with black letters in it. Suddenly Percy heard a 'ping' and he shot up hitting his head on the bed above. He rubbed his head and looked again wondering whether this was actually happening or he was finally losing it.
Percy then read the text;
You have slept in your own bed, HP and MP have been restored 100% each. All ailments and negative status effects have been cured.
...
Percy tried moving his head but the text stayed in one place, exactly a foot away from his head. Percy then moved forward and tried to touch it, only for his hand to go through the screen, and then suddenly the screen rippled like he was touching the surface of a lake causing ripples to form on the blue box.
Percy quickly took his hand back and watched as the box disappeared. Did that actually happen? Percy blinked again and again with his mouth hanging out until it began to dry up from being open for so long.
Percy shook his head, maybe it was just his head telling him to lay off the video games or something. Percy then got off the bed and in the process hit himself again on the top bed in which Grover now drolled on, seriously the boy smelt like a goat!
'Ping!'
Oh no. Percy then slowly looked and in front of him was a red box with black letters, it read;
Skill created!
Skill: Physical Endurance, Lv-1 (5%)
Your Body's durability increased and you take less damage.
3% less damage from physical attacks.
No way in hell, Percy thought to himself as he again made the message disappear with a wave of his hand through the red box.
'What the hell is going on?' Percy asked himself, 'am I going mad? Please tell me I'm not God.'
Just then an idea struck him, something that sounded crazy, but then again he did just see floating boxes appear in front of him.
What if this, and he knew he was being silly, what if this is a game? Then what is this like the Matrix or something? Was he The One? Was his whole life real? Was it all just a fantasy game?
There was only one way to find out. Percy took a deep breath and let it out calming himself, he then opened his eyes and with determination spoke, "status."
A brown box appeared before and it read;
Percy Jackson
Health-100/100
Mana-50/50
The Gamer
Title-None
Level-2 Exp-30/400
Race-?
STR-2
VIT-1(+2)=3
DEX-2(+2)=4
INT-1
WIS-1
LUC-3
POINTS-0
MONEY- 0$/0D
Percy Jackson is a ?, the son of Sally Jackson and ?. He has ADHD and Dyslexia making it difficult for him to sit still in class. His behavior has gotten him trouble over the years in various schools. Percy is unaware of who his father is and wishes to find meaning in his life. Percy loves his mother and hates Gabe, who is a dick.
Status- ? giving Percy - +2 VIT, +2 DEX, and the ability to ?
Percy then snapped, whatever holding him together let go and the green-eyed boy fell down unconscious. The Fates smiled, this was going to be the best scheme they ever made.
