It was Summer, and the gods were bickering about something stupid, as usual.

This time it was about the fall of Thalia – she had fought the Cyclops, saved her friends, and just turned into a tree. Zeus had saved her, but not everybody was happy with it.

"Hades!" Screamed the Lord of the Sky at his brother. "You are going to pay for killing my daughter!"

"She isn't dead." He just said, shrugging his shoulders. "And you're one to talk. You know what you did to my family!"

While Zeus paled, the other gods just watched in silence as they yet again stood waiting for a war, awaiting to happen any moment now. Sure, the Big Three were always fighting one way or another, and killing each other's children always seemed to make them even more mad at each other. Poseidon stood quietly by, knowing that if they knew he'd broken the oath as well, they'd murder his son, maybe even making sure Perseus wouldn't make it into a tree.

Suddenly a bright light alighted the Throne Room, and all the voices quieted down. Two white pegasi appeared, carrying a big white letter towards the Lord of the Sky. Flabbergasted he took it, staring at Hermes for an explanation. Hermes shrugged, apparently also unaware of what was happening.

As soon as Zeus had grabbed the letter the two pegasi disappeared, again with the bright light. "What is the meaning of this?" He exclaimed, but nobody knew the answer. Even Apollo, god of the Sun, didn't know where the light came from, even though it was his expertise. When no one answered, Zeus sighed, and read the letter:

"Dear Gods.

It is, for you, a few years before the Great Prophecy comes to pass. To save many millions of people, many children of the gods, and maybe one or two of your own, we are going to send you a box of books for you to read. They are about the greatest heroes of all time, and naming my friend, Perseus Jackson and his friends. They come to read with you as well, though they are from the future. (And your kids from your time period will read with you as well.)

This is with permission from the Lord of The Sky,

After the votes of the whole Olympian family,

With a loving salute,

Hermes and Apollo."

"WHAT?!" Yelled Zeus at the two gods, and they backed a little in their thrones.

"Father," Apollo began, "this is from future us. Future you apparently approved this. I guess we have to do this."

He huffed. In the distance, thunder boomed. "This makes no sense. Books? What books? And who is Perseus Jackson? Perseus was one of mine, I remember, but he's dead. And his last name isn't Jackson."

Poseidon stayed quiet. He knew his brother wasn't going to like this.

Athena saw his unusual quiet behavior, and raised a brow. "Father, the letter just said that our kids from now and the future are going to bring the box with the books. I guess they will explain it to us, won't they?"

Right on time, the third bright light from that day brightened the Throne Room. The loud yelling of the people who fell hard onto the marble floor almost covered Zeus's swearing. Almost.

Just when the kids almost materialized on the floor, a second letter appeared in Zeus's hand. He swore again, this time hard enough to be heard by the entire Olympian family. Hera glared at him, daring him to apologize for the swearing. He did not, and just read the letter:

"By the way;

No maiming, no pulverizing, no blasting with lightning. I am looking to you, Zeus, Ares, and Perseus. These kids decide the future of your home. Killing them means bringing yourselves doom.

Oh, and something else. Bringing these books to life and being able to alter the future comes with a price. A price Jackson will pay: he will feel and experience everything he does in the book. As do the other heroes written about in their point of view.

Good luck!"

Zeus grimaced. Hopefully this annoying Jackson would have a lot of pain; that would make reading a whole lot more interesting.

Poseidon paled, and Athena kept watching him, suddenly realizing that he knew that so called Jackson. She didn't say anything.

The children in the middle of the Throne Room started yelling at the gods.

"Hey," said blonde girl, trying to attract the attention of the gods. It worked. They all glared at the girl. She was maybe 18, 19 years old, and was absolutely beautiful. She didn't try to look it, but her dazzling grey eyes stared at them with an intelligence way too great for her age, and her blonde hair hang a little loose over her shoulders. She wore an orange shirt with the words "CAMP HALFBLOOD" on it. Athena smiled. This was obviously one of hers. "Why did you summon us? I hope to congratulate us for winning the war for you."

The gods all gasped. What the hell was this girl thinking? They were the gods, nobody spoke to them like that.

Hades grumbled, and the whole room darkened. "And who do you think you are, girl, thinking you can address us like that? And which war? As far as I am concerned, we are not at a war."

All the kids just glared at them. The blonde girl suddenly gasped, and grasped a handsome boy's shoulders. "Seaweed Brain! It worked!"

"No way," he muttered.

The gods exchanged looks. "What worked? Sending yourselves back in time to let us read your stories and hopefully change your future?" Asked Athena, and the blonde girl nodded.

"Yes, mom."

People who were obviously too slow to understand the likeness of the girl and Athena gasped. "Athena," grumbled Zeus, "she one of yours?"

Dionysus answered, "Uh, duh" and all the demigods laughed. All the kids were around the age of the blonde girl, and they weren't with very many. Nobody had any box full of books with them.

Athena was growing impatient. "Explain who you are, how this is going to go down, and why exactly you wanted to do this."

"Who we are." Said the boy Athena's daughter had just grabbed. He was handsome, all right. All the demigods all made space for him, or stared at him in adoration – maybe without even being aware of doing so. It was obvious that everybody looked up at him. He stepped forward and glared at the gods with a look of blame, as if they personally had ruined his life. With, maybe knowing the history of the gods, was very possible. His green eyes and raven black hair were dazzling, making some of the female gods wonder if he was one of Aphrodite's. "Our names, our parentage, our titles? That may take a while. That may be dangerous." He eyes the bolt of Zeus trapped to the thigh of the Lord of the Sky. "For us, I mean." He spoke with no fear, as if being blasted to bits actually wasn't that scary, but he only said it because it was expected. His green eyes were beautiful, but full of age and wisdom. He wasn't a kid of Athena, but he had seen so much in his life that he had aged far beyond his own.

Athena sighed. "Just state your name, rank, and intention."

A Satyr in their midst stepped forward. "I am Grover Underwood, Lord of the Wild, Finder of Pan, and savior of Olympus."

Zeus grumbled, and the lightning bolt flashed. He didn't hit anyone, but Grover nevertheless flinched as if he was hit. "Grover. You are the one who abandoned my daughter! It is because of you that he is dead!"

"DAD!" yelled a girl from the demigods, causing the whole room to fall quiet. She had startling blue eyes, and black hair pulled back in a ponytail. She wore only black, with a big sword clasped to her thigh. She looked like demigod – okay, maybe a very angry powerful demigod – but she had this sort of aura all around her only to be found around immortals. "I choose to stay behind. It wasn't Grover's fault. Oh, and I'm Thalia Grace, Daughter of Zeus, Lieutenant of the Huntresses of Artemis, by the way," she added quickly when everybody had fallen silent with open mouths. "No tree." She said, slowly. "Obviously."

Hades blinked a couple of times. Zeus was quiet, which was weird.

Athena talked for them. "Obviously." She repeated, slowly. "I guess asking for an explanation isn't going to get us an answer?"

"Nope." Thalia answered, and smiled. She was just as scared of the gods as the guy who spoke earlier. Not many demigods spoke with such certainty to the gods.

Artemis found her voice again. "Lieutenant? My huntresses? But, Zoë…"

Thalia's sad look made her fall quiet. It didn't take Athena to understand that look.

Athena waved her hand after a moment of silence for the brave huntress Zoë Nightshade. "All right. Hurry up now, I don't think you'll be able to hold the gods' attention for very much longer."

All the kids laughed. The blonde girl stepped forward, waving her hair backwards in an act of confidence. "I am Annabeth Daughter, Daughter of Athena," The goddess smiled at her, "Architect of Olympus, defeater of Arachne, finder of the Athena Parthenos, Wanderer of the Labyrinth," her voice fell so silent that no one but the boy next to her heard her, "of Tartarus as well,", her voice grew louder again, "and one of the seven."

The silence was deafening. This time, it was Hera who broke the silence. "Wait. Wait, all those titles… one of the seven? But that's the second great prophecy! My plan worked?"

"What plan?" Apollo asked, but fell silent as he watched every single one of the heroes glaring at Hera hoping their looks could turn her to stone. Obviously they didn't want to know, and Apollo let it go.

"Athena Parthenos." Athena repeated, her eyes wide. "My mark? You found it? You defeated… her?"

Annabeth smiled at the pride in her mother's voice, but before she could answer, the boy who stood beside her did. "Yeah, yeah she did. Almost died trying, by the way, but well… don't want to spoil anything about us."

The gods were dying to know why they even needed an architect for their town, but they let that go also. Waiting for answers wasn't going to work. They had to read the books.

Another demigod stepped forward. He looked like death. His smile was forced, as if he didn't smile often, and the bags under his eyes were way too great. He obviously looked older then he was. His hair was the same colour as the guy standing beside Annabeth, but his hair looked a whole lot less alive. He wore a black jacket, black shirt, black boots, and had an impressive looking blade strapped to his thigh. "Uh, don't blast me, okay?" He asked, and when no one answered, he sighed. "I'm Nico di Angelo," Hades gasped, and some gods glared at him, "Son of Hades."

"You broke the oath?" bellowed Zeus – he had stayed silent for a long time, and suddenly all his anger busted out. "I can't believe you!"

"I didn't!" Hades raised his arms. "He was born in the early 1900s; I don't know how he's here!"

"He's not lying, Uncle," Nico said, sort of smiling at Zeus. "He kept the oath. May I go on?"

Zeus mumbled something, but Poseidon gestured at the Son of Hades to continue before Zeus changed his mind and ignore the warnings of the gods of the future to blast the kids to bits.

Nico took a deep breath. "Okay. Savior of Olympus, Ghost King, Wanderer of the Labyrinth, of Tartarus as well, uhm," He fell silent, obviously trying to remember the things he'd done. He didn't realize the whole Throne Room had fallen silent at his casual mention of the worst place on earth, as if it was just as important as the weather of last week. "I guess I'll remember more stuff later on."

"Tartarus." Whispered Hades sadly, eying his son with great depression. The boy didn't look so well. Well, maybe that was obvious, but walking through Tartarus? It was a wonder that the kid was still alive.

Two boys stepped forward. "Connor," The tallest one said, "Travis," The other one followed, and together they said: "Stoll!"

Hermes laughed. "They're mine!"

"Right we are!" Connor said, smiling as wide as he could. The guy reeked of trouble, as did his brother. They weren't the same age, but anyone who didn't pay any attention would've thought they were twins. "We're also heroes of Olympus."

Three kids stepped forward. They seemed nervous around the gods, but not because of fear, more as if all hell would break loose if they introduced themselves. "I'm Hazel Levesque, Daughter of Pluto, one of the seven, controller of the Mist," said a pretty girl, small girl, with brownish girls covering her face. The gods just glared at the 'Pluto' part, but Hades looked shocked at her. She was supposed to be dead.

"A Roman?" Athena asked, a voice full of hate, but the kids quickly continued.

A very handsome kid stepped forward, waving at the Lord of the Sky. "Hi, dad. I'm Jason Grace, and, yeah, son of Jupiter. One of the Seven, flyer, defeater of giants."

Hera glared at her husband. "Even in your Roman form you cheat on me?"

Smartly, Zeus didn't say anything.

The third kid looked a bit weird. He was big, a body full of muscles, and a handsome Canadian slash Chinese face glaring at the gods. He could have even overpowered Jason, or the boy with the raven black hair, but he looked nervous with his own body, as he wasn't used to so many muscles. He kept fidgeting with his clothing, as if he hit something beneath them. "Uhm, my name is Frank Zhang, Legacy of Poseidon, son of Mars, Shape shifter, one of the Seven.."

The second last stepped forward. This time, guessing her parentage wasn't hard. She was the most beautiful demigod the gods had ever seen, with dark brown hair covering her perfect face. Only, she too, as Jason, had a shy smile, as if she wasn't used to being pretty. "I'm Piper," she said. Her voice immediately brought peace to the throne room. "One of the seven, Charm Speaker, defeater of many, many monsters I wouldn't be able to name. Oh, and my mom's Aphrodite," She added casually, as if she wasn't proud of it.

The boy with the raven black hair and green eyes was the last one of the bunch. He smiled with a crooked smile at the gods – only his mysterious smile had besides 'this kid is trouble' another vibe. A vibe Aphrodite was all too familiar with; love. Even Athena knew that the kid would be able to make anyone love him if he tried. "Right. That leaves me than. I'm Perseus Jackson, although everybody calls me Percy. Son of Poseidon –"

He was also interrupted by the angry gods starting to yell at Poseidon. Hera, Zeus, Hades, Persephone, even Athena started yelling at him.

"Seaweed Brain!" Athena yelled at him, causing the demigods to laugh, but she ignored them. "I expected Zeus to break the oath, even Hades," – "HEY!" yelled Hades, but everybody ignored him – "but you?"

Poseidon smiled. "Well…" Seemingly having no explanation, he shrugged. "Woops."

The kid, Percy, winced, and took a deep breath before continuing. "Okay. That bit done… now the titles. Right." Annabeth elbowed him, and smiling at her, he went on. "Child of the first Great Prophecy, one of the Seven, savior of Olympus, destroyer of Kronos, defeater of Medusa, the Fates, the Gorgons, Polybotes, uh, probably some more giants, I also defeated Ares, Hades, 'm an ex-barer of the Achilles-curse, uh… Did I miss anything?" The gods just stared at him in astonishment. "Oh, right. Wanderer of the Labyrinth as well."

Annabeth laughed at the looks on the gods' faces. "God, Percy, watch their faces,"

All the demigods laughed, Thalia and Percy had to grab their sides to keep themselves from rolling on the floor.

Nico huffed. "And you probably even forgot a few more titles."

Thalia shrugged. "Don't we all sometimes. And counting all the monsters Percy defeated? Impossible."

Athena blinked a couple of times. "Uhm."

Poseidon laughed. "Wow, you guys really did a nice job of startling Athena. I have never heard her say 'uhm' before!"

That broke the ice. All the gods joined his laughing, all except Athena, and Annabeth, who both turned crimson red. "Shut up!" Athena said, causing Poseidon only to laugh more. "This kid claims to be even more powerful Hercules… and you are all here laughing as idiots!"

Poseidon just huffed. "He's one of mine. Doesn't surprise me."

Athena sighed. "Okay. Fine. On your head be it, believing this kid. And the others. But that doesn't answer this; where are those supposed books we are to read? And the letter said our kids from this time period would be joining us as well."

The demigods glared at each other. Percy sighed. "Look, Athena… Uh, I mean, Lady Athena," the goddess obviously liked the second naming more, "All we know is that Hermes and Apollo granted our wish to alter our future. Uhm, our past. Your future. Gods, this is messed up." His crooked smile appeared. "All we know is that you are going to read the past, and that the main character of the books – the kid whose thoughts you will read – will experience all the pain and emotion and stuff the kid in the book does. We all agreed to those terms. We don't know anything about our younger selves –"

Just as he said that, the fourth bright light appeared. Zeus swore, but this time, the other gods joined in. even Hestia, surprising all the gods. Three children appeared; it was obvious who they were. Grover looked maybe twelve, and was very cute – for a satyr. His eyes were big and brown, and he was a scrawny looking kid, trembling with fear as he stared at the sight of all the gods.

"Oh, gods, o, no, Zeus, uh,"

The other two kids stared at their surroundings with surprise. They were both maybe six, or seven. The girl was cute, with pretty blonde curls, and big grey eyes. But the cutest of the kids was obviously the boy. His eyes were big and fearful, his lips were trembling, and his hair – way too long – pointed in all directions. He wore a way too big sweater, and he trembled with fear as he quickly sat on the floor and made himself small. His face was covered in bruises. The girl didn't have such fright, she stared at the gods as if she recognized them, holding her blade tight. "Where is Thalia?" She demanded to know. "I was just running with her! What happened? What did you do?!" her tone was exactly the same as Annabeth's had been when she arrived there, and all the gods smiled at the similarities. Little Annabeth – Annie – was a copy.

Little Percy – P.J. – however… he couldn't look more different than his older self. Speaking of, the older Percy winced as he saw his younger self, and looked anywhere but.

"Hello, children," Poseidon began. His voice shook with fear. Why was his little son so afraid? Why was he beaten up? Were it monsters? Bullies? "You are here safe. You may not know who we are," Annie scowled at him, as if she couldn't understand why he didn't understand that she was smart for a seven-year-old, "But I promise we won't harm you. You are pulled from your time" – that was easier than trying to explain them something they didn't – "to read some books with us."

Annie didn't seem very happy with that answer, and sat on the floor beside the trembling P.J. She stared at the little kid, frowning why he seemed so frightened.

The gods all sighed.

Zeus relaxed in his throne. He nodded at Hestia, who – with a little wave of her hand – made big sofa's appear for the demigods to sit on. Percy and Annabeth immediately sat side by side. Nico and Thalia sat together, and Grover took the three little kids with him to the biggest couch, as if he wanted to take care of them. The Romans, Hazel and Frank, sat together. Jason and Piper choose a love couch, much to the liking of Aphrodite. She squealed with happiness. As soon as everyone sat, a box appeared in front of Zeus, containing ten books.

Everybody let go of their breath.

"Ten books." Apollo exclaimed. "Ten? This is going to be the death of me."

Athena rolled her eyes, and grabbed the one at the top before anyone could stop her. "This seems to be the first. Percy Jackson; the lightning thief."

Percy Jackson paled. "Oh, Styx," he muttered in Annabeth ears. "They're from my point of view."

Thalia cursed as well. "Kelp Head, you've g –"

Poseidon glared at her, and she was hit by a big wave of water before he could stop himself.

Thalia gasped for breath. "Wh – what? Lord Poseidon? What'd I do?"

"Nobody can address me as Kelp Head." Only Athena, he thought, but didn't say anything.

Percy started laughing. "Oh, she meant me, dad. I'm kelp head. And Seaweed Brain. And –"

Poseidon blushed, but hit it quickly with a smile. "Oh, right. Sorry Thalia."

"No problem, mister Poseidon," she muttered under her breath, and the demigods all laughed. Athena joined them.

"Okay," Hermes said, and was stared at. It was the first time he said anything in a long time. "Just start reading. It's going to take eons like this."

"Right." Athena opened the book. "I'll read the first chapter; I accidentally Vaporize my Pre-Algebra teacher."

Uh. Hi, I guess.

To new readers; hi. To old ones; welcome back.

Obviously I can't post the lines of the original book - that's against the rules, so I won't. If anyone has suggestions on how to proceed (how to phrase the lines, how to make it understandable for your guys without making it illegal: please. I haven't a clue. I honestly didn't even want to post it in the first place, but people kept messaging I should, so, uh, yeah. There. Anyway, if I can't find a way to do it, I'll just delete this. So help is very much appreciated!)

Right. *waves*