Chapter 1:
My name is Michael Trevor Jackson and this is my story on how I saved the world like my father. I live in the year 2037 and I am 16 years old I live in New York. I am a demigod, son of Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase. I am part of a resistance. Its called the Demigods Resistance, DR for short. I am the leader. The only reason is that because of my father, Percy, is the god of heroism. My mother didn’t accept the offer because she knew I wasn’t dead that night. The night that monster came through and knocked me unconscious. She believed that I was alive, while my no-good father strongly believed that I wouldn’t come back and joined the gods. I came back though and my father turned his back on me, but not on my mom. He believed that I was a devil child, one to die by his own stupidity. But my mother doesn’t believe him, she always believes me and cares for me, but she got captured by the same monster and she was killed.One day I’m going to prove my dad wrong. Maybe today is the day, who knows?
“What’s today’s plans?” I asked my right hand man, John Crocker.
“You’re going to Olympus sir, while we survive.” He answered.
“Is today the day for saving the world?” I questioned.
“Yes sir.“
“Call me Mike and how will I be traveling?” I chuckle a little.
“How do you want to travel si.. I mean MIke?” He asked.
“Helicopter, John. It’s time I go visit my father. It’s the least I can do.” I smile a little.
“I would like to visit my mom.” John said a little wistful.
“I can’t go without my right-hand man now can I?” I asked, rhetorically. “Come on, you can ride shotgun.”
A few minutes later, we’d arrived at Olympus.
“Stick near me John and whatever you do, don’t wander off. It’s easy to get lost.” I sigh, looking at the Olympus doors. “If you do, take this.” I tossed him an earpiece and put in mine. “Can’t keep the gods waiting.” I push open the doors, John following closely. The gods were there. Twelve of them, sitting in their thrones. I looked at each one, the names popping up in my head automatically, Aphrodite, Hermes, Demeter, Poseidon, Zeus, Hera, Ares. I stopped in front of my father’s throne. Ever since Dionysus, the god of wine and parties faded, Percy took his throne. I saw out of the corner of my eye that he was looking at me. I continued walking. I walked up to Zeus. “I’m ready.”
“Kneel Michael!” Percy’s voice boomed. I calmly turn around and look him in the eye.
“I will never kneel to you.” I sneer. “You should never tell me what to do. I could walk out of here. I don’t care about saving the world. I care about saving my mom and my girlfriend.”
“You will kneel to the gods. Your friend is kneeling to his mom.” He gestured to John who was kneeling in front of Aphrodite.
“I don’t have to do this. He’s only kneeling because his mom actually cares about him. Unlike you, who thought their only son was dead.” I calmly reason. “Now, let me do business with Lord Zeus, Jackson.” I turn back to Zeus.
“Michael Jackson, you are to travel back in time to destroy the monster. You shall protect Jason Grace, Piper McLean, Leo Valdez, Annabeth Chase, and younger Percy Jackson.” Zeus said, sternly. “You will be transported in the year 2015. You will be out of your uniform and into-”
“Trendy clothes that year!” Aphrodite sang out.
“Thank you Aphrodite. You will also have your sword with you. Do you have it now?”
I take out my sword. “I always have it. Besides, it always reappears in my pocket.”
“Good. Any questions?”
“How old will I be?”
“Same age.”
“Name?”
“Alex Mathews.”
“Who will be my godparent? If I can’t say anything about the future, and I can’t be un claimed because of your oath. I can’t be un claimed if I’m 17.” I asked, my mom side kicking in.
“I will.” Zeus agreed. “Do you agree?”
“Transport me and I’ll save the world.” I smiled charmingly. I ran my hand through blond hair. I took a quick look and saw that John was standing off to the side and my dad was smirking. Then I saw absolute blackness.
My name is Michael Trevor Jackson and this is my story on how I saved the world like my father. I live in the year 2037 and I am 16 years old I live in New York. I am a demigod, son of Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase. I am part of a resistance. Its called the Demigods Resistance, DR for short. I am the leader. The only reason is that because of my father, Percy, is the god of heroism. My mother didn’t accept the offer because she knew I wasn’t dead that night. The night that monster came through and knocked me unconscious. She believed that I was alive, while my no-good father strongly believed that I wouldn’t come back and joined the gods. I came back though and my father turned his back on me, but not on my mom. He believed that I was a devil child, one to die by his own stupidity. But my mother doesn’t believe him, she always believes me and cares for me, but she got captured by the same monster and she was killed.One day I’m going to prove my dad wrong. Maybe today is the day, who knows?
“What’s today’s plans?” I asked my right hand man, John Crocker.
“You’re going to Olympus sir, while we survive.” He answered.
“Is today the day for saving the world?” I questioned.
“Yes sir.“
“Call me Mike and how will I be traveling?” I chuckle a little.
“How do you want to travel si.. I mean MIke?” He asked.
“Helicopter, John. It’s time I go visit my father. It’s the least I can do.” I smile a little.
“I would like to visit my mom.” John said a little wistful.
“I can’t go without my right-hand man now can I?” I asked, rhetorically. “Come on, you can ride shotgun.”
A few minutes later, we’d arrived at Olympus.
“Stick near me John and whatever you do, don’t wander off. It’s easy to get lost.” I sigh, looking at the Olympus doors. “If you do, take this.” I tossed him an earpiece and put in mine. “Can’t keep the gods waiting.” I push open the doors, John following closely. The gods were there. Twelve of them, sitting in their thrones. I looked at each one, the names popping up in my head automatically, Aphrodite, Hermes, Demeter, Poseidon, Zeus, Hera, Ares. I stopped in front of my father’s throne. Ever since Dionysus, the god of wine and parties faded, Percy took his throne. I saw out of the corner of my eye that he was looking at me. I continued walking. I walked up to Zeus. “I’m ready.”
“Kneel Michael!” Percy’s voice boomed. I calmly turn around and look him in the eye.
“I will never kneel to you.” I sneer. “You should never tell me what to do. I could walk out of here. I don’t care about saving the world. I care about saving my mom and my girlfriend.”
“You will kneel to the gods. Your friend is kneeling to his mom.” He gestured to John who was kneeling in front of Aphrodite.
“I don’t have to do this. He’s only kneeling because his mom actually cares about him. Unlike you, who thought their only son was dead.” I calmly reason. “Now, let me do business with Lord Zeus, Jackson.” I turn back to Zeus.
“Michael Jackson, you are to travel back in time to destroy the monster. You shall protect Jason Grace, Piper McLean, Leo Valdez, Annabeth Chase, and younger Percy Jackson.” Zeus said, sternly. “You will be transported in the year 2015. You will be out of your uniform and into-”
“Trendy clothes that year!” Aphrodite sang out.
“Thank you Aphrodite. You will also have your sword with you. Do you have it now?”
I take out my sword. “I always have it. Besides, it always reappears in my pocket.”
“Good. Any questions?”
“How old will I be?”
“Same age.”
“Name?”
“Alex Mathews.”
“Who will be my godparent? If I can’t say anything about the future, and I can’t be un claimed because of your oath. I can’t be un claimed if I’m 17.” I asked, my mom side kicking in.
“I will.” Zeus agreed. “Do you agree?”
“Transport me and I’ll save the world.” I smiled charmingly. I ran my hand through blond hair. I took a quick look and saw that John was standing off to the side and my dad was smirking. Then I saw absolute blackness.