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Disclaimer: I don't own PJO. This series follows PJO and HoO specifically, along with the short stories. The TV show and the movies don't apply here. Neither does ToA, I have issues with Rick's characterization in those. I might use elements of ToA later, such as Meg or the Triumvirate, but for now it's up in the air. The timeline will follow most of TLT once Percy gets to camp, but we will be abruptly leaving canon once we reach the Underworld, and we will NOT be returning. If you are familiar with my work Ripples, then you will understand what I mean when I say that the timeline is irrelevant, and I do what I want. Ships are also up in the air, I have no plans for any but that doesn't mean they won't show up. Sometimes characters like to posses me and they do things I don't want them too. This fic is mostly inspired by Percy Jackson and the Game by I'mjusttryingtofindmyway. Parts of it are inspired by other fics which will be mentioned in the ANs as they appear.
Also I don't use AI, I will never use AI, and you are not allowed to use my fic for your AI training. Please don't put my work into AI to make it 'write the rest of the story faster'. AI is garbage that is actively destroying the Earth, please do not contribute to it. And do not contact me asking for commissions or money, the answer is no.
No, Ripples is not abandoned, I'm still working on the next chapter but PJO has got me in a chokehold and I started this fic, too.
TLDR: Follows PJO and HoO specifically, ships are up for debate, and the timeline doesn't matter. Go read Percy Jackson and the Game. Also Fuck AI.
Enjoy.
Prologue
Percy Jackson died 18 days before his 17th birthday.
He remembered how, in the few days before the end of the Titan war, between learning the prophecy and the actual end, the 'cursed blade shall reap' line terrified him. He spent that time believing his end was coming, when in actuality it was Luke.
Now here he was, almost a year later, actually dying.
How ironic, was his last thoughts. If I'm using that right.
"Well," Atropos said as she angrily cut Percy's line. "This is one unsatisfactory bitch of a situation."
Clotho frowned. "I don't think that's the line."
"What line?" Atropos asked. "I'm talking about what happened with the Giants!"
Contrary to popular belief, the Fates did not control everything. People, yes. Gods, yes. Titans, yes. But control over Primordials? That was a lot harder. The most they could do is try to prepare their chosen demigods and gods and work towards winning the war. But the more power a Primordial has, the harder it gets. And with Thoon, the anti-Fates giant, working on Gaea's side? They used Khione, hidden under Gaia's power, to charmspeak the gods into closing Olympus. It had slipped past them, and created untold difficulties in their preparations.
And now their Chosen were dead.
"So what now?" Lachesis asked.
"Now?" Atropos snapped, snipping her scissors threateningly. "Now we cut the tapestry."
The other two gasped. "But we're only supposed to do that-"
"In situations exactly like this?" Atropos glared at both of them. "We've put far too much effort into Jackson to let it end like this. They should've won, but half of them weren't even trained! No, we'll go back. We'll cut the tapestry to Jackson's beginning, and give him his memories. He can find and train the others, unite the camps sooner. Maybe even find peace with some Titans so they can all fight Gaia."
"You cannot put a seventeen-year old who survived Tartarus back into his twelve-year old body, it will not go well," Clotho pointed out.
"Well, how about we just show him his memories, instead of giving it to him. He won't experience it," Atropos suggested, annoyed.
"You are still traumatizing a child, but better," Clotho admitted. "Still. We need to give him some sort of reward, making him do it all over again."
"He's not doing it all over again, he's just seeing what could happen if he doesn't prepare," Atropos pointed out. "But I don't disagree on about rewarding him. It'll be tough to prepare yourself for a future like this."
"What about that webcomic thing that Zhang likes?" Lachesis asked.
"What comic?" Atropos frowned.
"It's called the Gamer. The main character's life turns into a gaming system. It allows him to harness new powers and level up to get stronger. We could use it to nudge Jackson and the others to discovering powers they never accessed, and give them dungeons to train better. Killing monsters usually gives loot, so it can also give some of them more money as a reward."
"Hmm. That's...a very interesting idea," Clotho murmured. She summoned a copy of the comics out off nowhere. "Is this the only story where this premise is used?"
"I believe there's another one called Solo Leveling."
"Then let's get to reading, gals," Atropos smiled for the first time that day. "We've got a system to build."
Let me know if you're interested! I'll still write this anyway, but I tend to write more if I get comments expressing interest. If you don't know how to comment, I suggest letting me know what you enjoy and what you're looking forward to in the next chapter.
Chapter One will be posted shortly.