Percy POV

I awoke groggily, it is extremely disorienting to be dead and suddenly revived. I felt my forehead and chest, extremely relieved to find smooth, soft skin. I half expected a gaping bleeding hole.

This is not technically scientifically possible. But then again, have myths ever followed the regular rules of science?

No scars on my chest, no blood either. My clothes were completely clean. I decided to try something completely reckless and impulsive. But I’m known for that.

I rummaged through my pockets, I found it! The Stygian Iron whistle. I whistled loudly, looking around at all shadows.

Mrs O'Leary did not exit the shadows.

I turned away. Disappointed.

Suddenly, I was tackled to the ground by a mass of fur and dog slobber. Mrs O'Leary bounded forth from the shadows, pouncing on me.

I was crushed under about 500 pounds of pure muscle and fur. She heard my call. Great. It seems like monsters from our mythology can enter, but celestial beings cannot.

Mrs O’Leary POV (bet you didn’t see this coming)

I was mourning. Sort of. I was just told my new master died. Percy Jackson. Now, Percy Crescent. I miss master.

He always fed me fresh meat from his hunts. And he always brushed my fur. And he’s dead. But also not dead according to other young master. (Nico)

Then my ears perked up, a whistle. The whistle that master has. I can’t believe it! No. I must be dreaming. He’s dead.

I placed back and forth for a few moments. This could be a trap. But then again, this could potentially lead me to my owners whereabouts.

Before I changed my mind, I ran straight into a tree.

I appeared in a strange big room. Master was in front of me. His back was turned and he smelled....sad. And dead. Definitely dead.

Dead people have this weird smell. Like Poplar trees. And a sickly sweet smell. Weird.

I jumped onto him.

Percy POV

I tried to speak, but my windpipe was currently being crushed under her huge weight. Also, my face was flat against the ground. It’s a bit difficult to speak with fur and floor in your mouth.

I tried to shove her off, only getting her more excited. She licked me all over, drenching me in her slobber.

I tried to say : Come on Mrs O'Leary. Get off me.

But it sounded like, “Kufm uwn Missuf Oo'Weary. Gemp oof meu.”

Not my best moment.

I laughed as she slowly clambered off me, sniffing me head to toe. She excitedly grabbed me gently in her mouth. Before she ran into a wall. I knew she was about to shadow travel.

Except I was stuck here. So, her body passed through the shadows easily. But me? Not so much. I was slammed against the wall and slumped to the floor.

I heard a sickening crack and a wet snap. Before I passed out again. I’m pretty sure I passed out. Maybe I died again, guess I’ll never know.

I woke again much later on. Just in time for the dinner / air raid horn to blare. It certainly did not help my throbbing headache.

I trudged to my feet, groaning in annoyance. I was going to go home later on today. Possibly later.

I stalked towards the dining hall. I picked at the food. The steaming bread, potatoes and venison. Venison from Saehrimnir's frontal right flank. 

I ate soundlessly. I missed home. As much as this was an amazing trip, I wanted to just get back to the hunt. My personal tent, my family and Zoë.

Triton POV

When I got the news to Percy’s death. It hit me. Literally. The letter appeared in a small case. It materialized in front of me, and smacked me in the face.

I would love to say, I finally got rid of the little pest. He was only a symbol of my father’s infidelity.

But no. I had grown extremely fond of him. I cared for him when he was but an infant. He was a good brother. And an amazing warrior.

I readied my ceremonial armour. The Atlantis army will prepare a noble funeral. He will be blessed with a Princes funeral. Indeed.

I blinked away my tears as I swam off. Whoever did this will pay. They will pay for taking my brother away.

Phoebe POV

I sat down, utterly devastated. Officially, our little brother and best male friend was dead. All the hunters thought Thalia was joking.

Zoë hadn’t left his palace in 3 days. She was not seen since his death. We left food outside for her, in case she never ate. But they were not touched. They collected outside the old wood doors.

We planned his shroud. A dull golden hourglass in the centre of a white cloth. Below that, a silvery bow crossed with a sea green trident.

The symbols of the Olympians would line the edges. His name in was embroidered on in Greek. The scary thing? His body literally crumbled to gold ashes a day after.

Milady was also devastated. Her cheerful self was gone. Instead, she would stare blankly into the distance as if in a trance.

In other words, it was utterly miserable.

Percy POV

I was rather annoyed. Odin told me I would be able to go home soon. That soon was now 2 days. The funeral and shrouds would have been planned and prepared already.

I was just about to call Odin, hopefully to speed up the whole process. I just stepped out and I was nearly stabbed by the beak of a raven.

Magnus called it barf-mail. Since, the ravens would barf out the mail in a pellet. It was kinda disgusting, but then we were used to Hermes Express.

The raven coughed, it’s whole body shaking in a spasmodic seizure. Finally, a small black pellet with gold engravings was dislodged from its digestive tract.

It read :
“I, Odin, give permission to Perseus to leave Valhalla. May he transition into his old life easily.”

And apparently I was free to go.

"Transition into his old life easily", sure. I can just die and come back to life and transition easily. Amazing.

I may as well die again. I was afraid of their reactions.

Nico POV

It was official, Perseus Achilles Justice Honour Mercy Crescent was dead. Officially dead. Or faded.

Zoë had emerged from her room for the first time in 3 days. Those 3 days were rough for her. She reflected her depressed emotions.

Her skin was no longer tan, instead taking on a shade that better matched me. She seemed to have lost quite a lot of weight.

She was now bone thin, and completely malnourished. It didn’t take a child of Apollo to be able to tell, she looked like she would faint soon. In other words, she looked like a living zombie.

I hoped Percy was out there somewhere. His absence left a huge impact on everyone.

Shadows seemed darker, a storm lasted 2 days and beaches needed to be evacuated. 

Percy POV

I marched out the Midgardian gate from Valhalla, and then I noted I was in Boston and not New York. I flashed off, quickly. I don’t need them to think I was dead any longer than necessary.

I flashed to the border of camp, something was blocking me from entering. Somehow. I strode in, surprisingly, I could walk in, but not flash.

When I arrived, I was met with an interesting sight. The camp was gathered around a shroud. The shroud was really nice, I assumed Athena weaved it.

All the gods were gathered there too, Mum and Zoë were hugging each other. Dad was silently standing at the side.

I was honestly a bit curious on what they had to say about me, so...I stood by the edge and watched. I’ll reveal myself soon.

Zoë looked terrible. I almost couldn’t recognise her. She was much paler and skinny. Her eyes sunken in.

I creeped up behind her and my mother. I slinked behind them, draping my arm casually over their shoulders.

“Who died?” I asked, as if didn’t already know.

The only reply I got was a bow aimed at my forehead and a punch aimed at my nose. Too stunned to do anything, I felt inchor slowly trickle down my nose.

“In case you don’t know, my only son is dead. Leave, mortal. Before I regret what I do.” My Mum told me harshly.

Zoë was silent, cradling her fist. She was muttering “Not worth it...” Tears silently streamed down her pale cheeks.

They didn’t seem to recognise me, nor even look at me. Both their gazes were fixed on something behind me.

I stood there for a moment, swiping my finger under my nose, only to be covered in a thin layer of inchor. I took a step forward, into the light in front of them.

“Aww, come on guys, you can’t recognise me?”

I was faced with a wide eyed Mom and Zoë.

Zoë POV

I was attending Percy’s funeral, grieving with Milady. And some idiot decided to place his arms around us both.

Does he not know that my mate just died ? That Milady's son is dead ?

I punched him right in the face. And Milady had an arrow pointed at his face.

Percy wouldn’t want this. He wouldn’t want any fights. Oh gods, I miss him.

The strange figure stepped into the light, his hair, his facial features.

His hair was black, deep rich colour that only the big three had. His eyes were a deep sea green, mixed with silver. He was a miniature Poseidon.

Percy.

He was alive. Somehow, this had to be a cruel hallucination. I understood my father’s pain back atop Mt. Orthys, or Tamalpais.

It was truly heart-breaking to see someone you love and saw dead, to be alive.

Artemis stood stiffly. Her entire demeanour frozen. Her eyes were wide and she turned pale. She reached a single hand out, as if afraid he would vaporise on contact.

Her hand contacted his skin, firm flesh.

We stood there together, trembling in shock, surprise. I mean, this idiot thinks it’s funny to gate-crash his own funeral?

He stepped into the light, grinning like his usual self. “Hey, did ya miss me?”

The audience went silent. The only thing you could hear was hyperventilating cousins. Thalia and Nico, they were pale, and turning red.

The shock, acceptance and finally fury set in.

How dare he? How dare he return so late. He knew the regulations, three days. So. How. Dare. He.

He chuckled nervously as we approached him. “Now, guys. Erm, why not we step back a bit?”

His voice rose to an unmanly squeak as a arrow whizzed by his ear.

He paled, and he did the logical thing. He ran.

He had, his cousins, Thalia and Nico. His mother. The 40 or so hunters. And me. All chasing him, yelling bloody murder.

“WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?”, “WHY NOW?”, “ARE YOU DEAD?”, “ARE YOU A GHOST?” Were the common questions yelled during the grand chase. Usually punctuated with multiple vulgar expletives.

He ran until we cornered him against a wall. He laughed uneasily. “No need for violence.”

He gulped as  he saw the knives and multiple sharp objects we wielded. “I can explain everything.”

So, we walked back to the crowd, heading toward the amphitheatre.

There he explained the “adventure” he went on. Zeus was nodding to the mention of Asgardian gods and Athena took all the notes she could, she also wanted to research on bone steel.

Bone steel is a Norse metal. The metal is heated using bones of one’s enemies or ancestors. Then cooled in an enemies blood. Gruesome, but completely Viking style.

Percy was give a extreme beat down from everyone. I decided to wait for now, I would get him later. The gods flashed back to Olympus and Percy and I to his palace.

He went to shower and change out of his clothes, which were now bloody (inchory?) and burnt.

He changed into a fresh set of clothes. His bruises and scrapes from earlier seemed to have healed from the shower.

We stared at each other. I was not admitting to how much I missed him. And it appeared that neither did he.

Finally, I settled for a punch in the gut and kicking him out the room. He wisely decided not to argue. Smiling at me before disappearing down the hallway.

The next day

I woke up to the delightful smell of pancakes and maple syrup. I snuck into the kitchen, watching Percy flip pancakes.

I snuck behind him, before suddenly jabbing him in the side. It caused him to flip the pancake too hard. It graced the ceiling and landed on his head. The blue batter was half cooked, dripping on his head.

He looked mildly annoyed, though he did nothing. With a wave of his hand, the mess was gone. I laughed happily. It was good to have him back.

Artemis POV

Percy visited with Zoë, Thalia deliberately shocking him. Which left his hair on end. A lot of the hunters took turns “playfully” shooting him.

We introduced him to the new recruits, who were uneasy of the thought of a big brother. Given their backgrounds, it was understandable.

But upon seeing their older “sisters” they decided to trust him. To which I replied that he would be spending a lot of time with us being my son. And all that.

Apollo POV

This is bad. Athena and I just checked out the newest prophecy, and it’s not good. When has it ever been good?

We checked out the “mortal heroes” bit. They are apparently called the Avengers.

It’s run by Nicolas Fury, also a legacy of Invidia, the Roman form of Nemesis. Surprisingly, he takes after his younger uncle, Ethan, and Fury has only one eye.

There’s also Tony Stark, he is an unclaimed legacy of Hephaestus. His great-great grandfather was a demigod son of the forge. After that, no more divine blood was mixed in the gene pool.

Well this is a mild problem. We just lost Percy. And just got him back. If I told my sister about this, I may be spending another week in my own infirmary.

She is extremely protective of Percy, and she is definitely not going to be taking any more chances of him going to battle.

Oh well.

Unknown POV

Those Earthlings won’t know what hit them. Soon, very soon. My attack will leave then in ruins. And I can claim what’s rightfully mine.

The throne of Chaos.

Nick Fury POV

Argh. I glanced at my tattoo, it was burned into my skin some 40 or so years ago. It was a wheel. Representing my grandmother, Invidia.

The demigods and legacies. I hadn’t been back to Camp Jupiter in a long time. I was in the forth cohort, I still remember.

I wonder how their doing?

I received news about 20 or so years ago, regaling tales of the war against Kronos. And Terra (Roman Gaia).

Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Jason Grace, Piper McLean, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang and Leo Valdez.

Incredible. Not even gods would stand up to a Primordial goddess, yet 7 demigods did. 

Maybe I should visit camp.

Soon...