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Percy Jackson Died

Percy Jackson died.

He was old enough, he supposed, older than so many of his friends he’d watched die, but not really old. Old enough he was tired, and suddenly finding himself in the lobby he recognized from when he was twelve years old was disconcerting but not particularly surprising.

After all, he was a half-blood, and being a half-blood often got you killed in very nasty ways.

But still.

Percy Jackson died.

Charon remembered him.

“Drown in any bathtubs recently?” he asked dryly, but he waved Percy’s apologies for not having a coin to offer him. “You paid me for passage once and it clearly didn’t stick.”

So Percy Jackson died, and he crossed the River Styx on the ferry, and this time, when he arrived in the Underworld, Cerberus was completely visible.

Last time he came to the Underworld to see Hades, he’d entered the fast-moving line and stepped into the fields of Asphodel. This time, he waited in line to see the judges.

He’d saved the world more than once, they’d better give him something better than eternal stasis.

“Percy Jackson.” Daedalus greeted him warmly, arms full of blueprints and a full toolbelt wrapped around his waist. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Before Percy could respond, he was pushed to the front of the line and was standing in front of three men he had a feeling he should recognize but he didn’t. He didn’t have to speak at all, the three judges talked to each other while flipping through papers Percy couldn’t read, and without actually acknowledging him at all, the one in the middle hit a green button and Percy found himself on the inside of the gated community he’d only seen from the outside.

Percy Jackson died and was sent to Elysium. For a little while, it held his attention. Pretty much anything he wanted, he could have. Blue Coke, straight out of the bottle, better than the blue Coke at Camp Half-Blood. Pizza just like the pizza from his favorite place to go with his mom. Infinite activities, everything he’d ever wanted to do but hadn’t been able to when he was alive. Skydiving, cliff jumping, he got to pilot a plane.

He got to see old friends. Beckendorf and Selena Beauregard, who’d found each other and were happy again. Demigods who’d died in the second Titan war who wanted to hear from him how it had ended, to know what really happened. Heroes who died in the second giant war who wanted to know everything about Camp Jupiter and all of their friends who’d outlived them. Hunters who’d died in battles he hadn’t even known about while he was still alive.

But Percy Jackson was the son of Poseidon, lord of the sea. He didn’t like being contained in one place, and even if Elysium was a paradise for heroes, it wasn’t the same as being alive.

So Percy Jackson died, and Percy Jackson was sent to Elysium, and Percy Jackson chose to be reborn.

Zak Mason was born to a single mom.

He was an ordinary baby, almost. He was born with blue eyes, but they turned brown. He laughed and cried and pooped and spat up. He started preschool with a choppy haircut he gave to himself, and loved sitting on his mom’s lap to listen to Dr. Seuss books and watching anything fast-moving and colorful on TV.

When he was six, Zak’s basketball team won against all of the other first grade teams in their town, and a big picture of his gap-toothed smile holding the trophy he’d helped win with his first three-point shot held the place of honor on the fridge for almost a year.

Sometimes, Zak Mason had nightmares he didn’t understand. Of burning pain covering his entire body, of monsters and shifting Earth and bottomless pits, of faces he didn’t recognize twisted in pain or looking down at him as he fell, of flashing swords and screams and bursts of arrows whistling towards an enemy he couldn’t quite make out. He woke up and forgot the nightmares quickly, but they always left him almost wistful for something he couldn’t quite remember, even with how terrifying they were.

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More News On Lore Olympus Becoming An Animated Series ‼️

I’m so FREAKIN excited!!!!! I can’t wait to hear what their voices will sound like!! I really hope someone contacts Rachel’s dream actors for her characters to see if some of them are willing to voice play 🥺

If y’all don’t know what I’m referring to, check out my post with Frolic interviewing Rachel on her dream cast for Lore Olympus

- You can’t do this forever, my king. Your knees will give out, or maybe your arms will. Or perhaps you’ll look above yourself and notice the sky cracking from where you’re holding it. - What would you have me do? Stop? - A break, perhaps. For just a moment, just a breath. - Convince me. - How? - Lie to me.

My favorite siblings ❤

Rick Riordan characters as things I’ve said/done

Percy- “God hasn’t killed me because he doesn’t want to face me”

Annabeth - “spiders are bitches and that’s that on that”

Jason - “ B I T C H”

Piper - “If I wanted to look good you’d be on your knees begging me to step on you”

Frank - a very convincing cat impression

Hazel - “I’m willing to fucking die for this cat”

Leo - “I haven’t slept in 36 hours and I’m pretty sure I could go on for another 7 hours at least”

Reyna - crushes empty can in her fist

Nico - “I’m gay ,broke and tired leave me alone”

Will - “Look man I don’t care how pretentious I look I’m gonna sit in the sun and play my ukulele”

Samirah - in response to how are you doing “no”

Magnus - “I haven’t stopped screaming internally since I was 11”

Alex - flips off the sky

Carter - “Just… stop”

Sadie - “YEET YEET MOTHERFUCKER”

Went to the Liberty Bell in Philadelphia. How amazing is that? I’m amazed that I even got to go, but Tyche was good to me!

Percy: Bet you can’t make a sentence without the letter "A".

Annabeth: You thought you did something, didn’t you? Sorry to burst your bubble but numerous sentences could be formed without employing the first letter of the English lexicon.