-Shattered-

Hey everyone! Josh here bringing you the first ever chapter of my brand-spanking-new story, Shattered!

Do note, that this particular author's note is being written nearly a year into the life cycle of this story. I was having a bit of a writer's block about a hundred thousand words is, so I've decided to return to my older chapters and do a bit of spring cleaning (ignoring the fact that it's the middle of a blisteringly hot summer where I am and isn't even spring at all...)

Well, that and the fact that I was kinda shit at writing back then and I've improved a whole tone by now, although I am nowhere near perfect (Hence why I have a beta-reader at present. Expect one to come on by chapter ten and my current to come on a bit after that. You'll like them, I can guarantee that :D)

Moving on, let me just give you guys a small little peek into where you can expect this story to head. And yes I can confidently tell you this because I've literally lived through writing them already in the past (for me, at least, it gonna be in the future for all you new peeps xD)

So yeah, what can you expect?

Well, first off, let me just begin with the extremely obvious: Time-travel. This story revolves around the fact that Percy Jackson has travelled into the past (Well the story revolves around that plot point in the first arc, before I diverge out into more original content)

Secondly, some things that occur in the future may be deemed slightly unsettling to a minority of you so discretion is advised, but not enforced. If you read something that you did not expect, do not blame me, the author.

Speaking of things to expect, here is a warning to any homophobe that may be out there and wishes to flame my story for their own personal opinion on the matter: Do not bother bringing it up to me. I frankly do not give a flying rat's arse about what you think. This is fanfiction, for people to express their own views, not for lesser-minded people leaving illogical statements that may result in the reduction of the quality of content coming from me, so please, if not for my sake, then shut your trap so that the others may enjoy. (Yes this note has been added in here because of a certain future incident that I am not going to touch on at the present moment, but you will find out when the time comes. Look for it in my author's notes, but not in the reviews. I have deleted all trace of it.)

So, that's it. Those are the three things that one must remember when reading this story.

JoshThePleb signing out,

BAI!

The Titan Lord advanced with blinding speed. Grover- brave, stupid satyr that he was, tried to protect Percy, but Kronos tossed him aside like a rag doll.

Percy sidestepped and jabbed under the titan's guard. It was a good trick. Unfortunately, Luke knew it. He countered the strike and disarmed him using one of the first moves he'd ever taught Percy. Riptide skittered across the ground and fell straight into the open fissure.

"STOP!" Annabeth's voice came from nowhere.

Kronos whirled to face her and slashed with Backbiter, but somehow Annabeth caught the strike on her dagger hilt. It was a move only the quickest and most skilled knife fighter could've managed, which the blonde daughter of Athena certainly was. She stepped in closer for leverage, their blades crossed, and for a moment she stood face-to-face with the Titan lord, holding him at a standstill.

Percy was left with no opportunity to gawk at the scene before him though, for Annabeth raised her voice yet again to speak, to try and talk some sense into who was once her friend.

"Luke," she said, gritting her teeth, "I understand now. You have to trust me."

Kronos roared in outrage. "Luke Castellan is dead! His body will burn away as I assume my true form!"

Percy tried to move, but his body was frozen again. How could Annabeth, battered and half dead with exhaustion, have the strength to fight a Titan like Kronos?

Kronos pushed against her, trying to dislodge his blade, but she held him in check, her arms trembling as he forced his sword down toward her neck.

"Your mother," Annabeth grunted. "She saw your fate."

"Service to Kronos!" the Titan roared. "This is my fate."

"No!" Annabeth insisted. Her stormy grey eyes were tearing up, but Percy didn't know if it was from sadness or pain. Probably an amalgamation of the two emothins. "That's not the end, Luke. The prophecy: she saw what you would do. It applies to you!"

"I will crush you, child!" The titan bellowed, his golden eyes glistening with rage.

"You won't," Annabeth said. "You promised. You're holding Kronos back even now."

"LIES!" Kronos pushed again, and this time Annabeth lost her balance. With his free hand, Kronos struck her face, and she slid backward.

Percy summoned all of his will. He managed to rise, but it was like holding the weight of the sky again.

Kronos loomed over Annabeth, his sword raised.

Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. She croaked, "Family, Luke. You promised."

Percy took a painful step forward. Grover was back on his feet, over by the throne of Hera, but he seemed to be struggling to move as well. Before either of them could get anywhere close to Annabeth, Kronos staggered.

He stared at the bronze knife in Annabeth's hand, the blood on her face. "Promise."

Then he gasped like he couldn't get air. "Annabeth..." But it wasn't the Titan's voice. It was Luke's. He stumbled forward like he couldn't control his own body. "You're bleeding. . . ."

Percy staggered to his feet, weakly he stumbled towards the two. Kronos' face was conflicted; his eyes flickered from gold to blue, and then back again.

Possession was ripped away from the son of Hermes, "Luke Castellan is dead" the litan lord bellowed and struck Annabeth with at flat of his blade, knocking over.

Percy was running out of energy, and time. It seemed like whatever he tried to do, Kronos was always, ALWAYS one step ahead of him. Panic began to settle within him, he was going to lose. He was going to fail those who put their trust in him. He was going to lose. His glare hardened. No. He wasn't about to just give up. Mustering the last of his strength, a final ditch effort, the son of Poseidon shakily got on his feet, Riptide firmly in his right hand. He took a sharp intake of air. This was his last chance, he was grasping for straws, but it was all he had left in him.

He ran. He ran towards the titan with his sword in his hand. The sword of Zoe Nightshade.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as the demigod charged straight at the Titan Lord. Kronos spun around, Backbiter in hand, striking the bronze blade with all his strength. Kronos expected the blade to be disarmed from his battered and bruised foe, clatter uselessly to the ground, but something else happened...

Small cracks began to appear on both Riptide and Backbiter, the epicentre of the rift being the point of contact between the two blades. The fissure began to slowly spread towards the rest of the blades. Time seemed to be at both a crawl and a sprint for the son of Poseidon. On one hand the fractures spread blisteringly slowly and painfully, but on the other hand, it seemed to be over far too quickly, nearly in an instant.

There was a pregnant pause in the air as the two foes looked on in complete astonishment at what had just happened. Each of their blades were meant to be nigh unbreakable, one laced with the essence of a dying immortal, and the other being the reincarnation of a titan's symbol of power. They couldn't simply... Break.

It was over jsut as soon as it started, the blades crumbled to the Olympian floor. The last thing Percy was able to make out before losing awareness was a bright flash of light and then, surprisingly an ethereal image of Zoe Nightshade embracing his form.

Percy's eyes didn't snap open. In fact his eyelids felt so heavy. All he wanted to do was keep them closed adn sleep forever. Perhaps he could see that Zoe Nightshade ghost that had hugged him as he died. Percy's mind reeled back.

This time, his eyed did snap open.

He wasn't even on Olympus, he was pretty sure.

He was in the back seat of his mom's car. He tried to stretch his limbs, but found himself restrained by the seatbelt that was wrapped across his torso. He looked down at his feet. From what he could tell, he was shorter. He looked around himself, Thalia and Annabeth were soundly asleep, on either side of him, and his mom was focused on the snow covered road. The weird thing was, all of them looked younger. Especially his mother, she hadn't looked that way since...

Percy's eyed widened.

Percy glanced out of the window, they were on the freeway, it was probably not more than ten minutes to dusk. Percy was highly confused; the last thing he remembered was...

He frantically checked his pockets; Riptide was safely tucked away in his jeans. He let out a sigh of relief, whatever he was going through; at least he would have his trusty pen with him.

Percy leaned back, closing his eyes; he tried to wrap his mind around what was happening to him. Unfortunately, he had no answer. Slowly, he began to doze off into another fitful slumber.

By the time Sally pulled over, Thalia and Annabeth were awake and ready to go. Thalia wiped the fog off the car window and peered outside.

"Oh, yeah. This'll be fun." Percy could practically feel the déjà vu in that sentence. He had been awoken by the daughter of Zeus a few minutes earlier in anticipation for their (sorta) quest.

Westover Hall looked exactly like he remembered; it was still like an evil knight's castle. It was all black stone, with towers and slit windows and a big set of wooden double doors. It stood on a snowy cliff overlooking this big frosty forest on one side and the gray churning ocean on the other.

"Are you sure you don't want me to wait?" his mother asked.

"No, thanks, Mom," he repeated, whatever was going on, he decided to say exactly what he said last time... That he had lived it?

"I don't know how long it will take, mom. We'll be okay."

Percy mentally scoffed, yeah that wasn't the case.

"But how will you get back? I'm worried, Percy."

Percy couldn't be more confused. He could only come up with one probable explanation, but he needed more proof...

"It's okay, Ms. Jackson." Annabeth smiled reassuringly. Her blond hair was tucked into a ski cap and her gray eyes were the same color as the ocean. "We'll keep him out of trouble."

Exactly the same as the previous time... Maybe his hypothesis could hols some truth?

His mom seemed to relax a little at his words of reassurement.

"All right, dears," Sally said. "Do you have everything you need?"

"Yes, Ms. Jackson," Thalia said. "Thanks for the ride."

"Extra sweaters? You have my cell phone number?"

"Mom—" He knew he had to interject; it seemed to work out in the end the last time...

But he wondered how but could he risk changing... "What about your ambrosia and nectar, Percy? And a golden drachma in case you need to contact camp?"

"Mom we'll be fine!" Percy urged his teammates into the ominous boarding school. Annabeth and Thalia followed him outside the car.

The wind blew straight through his coat like ice daggers. Once his mother's car was out of sight, Thalia said, "Your mom is so cool, Percy."

"Yeah..." he admitted, a mall smile growing on his expression, "She is pretty cool..." he didn't dare ask about her mother, he already all he needed to know about Beryl Grace anyway...

"We'd better get inside," Annabeth interrupted. "Grover will be waiting." Thalia looked at the castle and shivered. "You're right. I wonder what he found here that made him send the distress call."

Percy stared up at the dark towers of Westover Hall. "Nothing good," that, if things still go down the same way, he knew without a fraction of a doubt.

So yee, this is the first chapter of my story. I honestly haven seen a whole lot like this on this fandom, so I kind hope to start a revolution of sorts, but oh well… Wistful thinking…

Anywhoo! Rewrote this chapter and it should be better now, this IS technically the second rewrite, but the first one was literally just me fixing a couple of spelling errors.

Moving on, I hope you don't get too used to seeing me at the bottom as I usually reserve this spot for the betas that I'mma get in the future. Well I've said all I needed to say up on top so I guess It's time for me to take leave once again…

BAI!