Percy sighed, "I have no idea. One moment I'm in Olympus fighting Kronos, the next thing I know I'm here."
The Fates looked surprised. The middle one spoke, "Kronos? He sent you here?"
"Ah yeah, I guess so," Percy shrugged, "anyway what happened with the war? Is Annabeth alright? And the Titans?"
"We cannot say-"
"-doing so would break destiny-"
"-After all, no mortal, be it even a demigod, should ever find out about the future."
Percy blinked, "well I know that, but I'm not asking you about the future. I'm asking you about now, or have the Gods not returned to Olympus yet?"
"The Gods have not left Olympus. The Titan's army has not risen, nor has Kronos awoken."
Percy looked very confused as he squinted his eyebrow, "what are you talking about? I know the Gods have left, they went to fight-"
"Here we are!" the waitress from before came back forcing Percy to shut up.
As she placed the drinks down one of the Fates asked, "my dear, can you please tell us the date today?"
"Why it's February 23rd of course."
"And the year?"
The waitress looked concerned, "oh, well it's 1994 ma'am. Why?"
"No reason," The Fates then suddenly took out a 20 pound note from their dress and gave it to the girl, "keep the change as tip."
All questions went out of the waitress's head as she gladly took the money forgetting about the strange questions the Fates had asked.
Percy turned to the Fates, "it's 1994?!"
"Yes," they nodded as one.
"B-but how the Hades is that possible?!"
"You fought against the Titan of time, what do you think happened?"
Percy slumped back in his seat looking horrified as realization dawned on him, "I...I was sent back. Kronos...he sent me back in time."
The Fates nodded, "yes...he did."
"Why?!"
"As a finally form of revenge we believe," the Fates on the left spoke as she sipped from her tea, "if you are correct then the Titan war is over, you won, the prophecy has been fulfilled."
"B-but why here?! Why London?!"
"Because we did not allow you inside America," they replied.
"What?!"
"There are too many important delicate things going on in that country. If someone altered time then that will cause catastrophic damage to the future. And if that person also happened to be a child of one of the big three that had just turned sixteen….well, one could only imagine."
Percy looked down, he couldn't believe this was happening. "W-what about my parents? Friends?"
"They are all alive and well, in the future."
"Can you send me back?" Percy asked in desperation.
"No, we cannot. Only Kronos has the power to do that."
"Then what the fuck am I supposed to do?!" Percy roared as he got up.
The waitress looked startled, she came to try and stop whatever was brewing but one look from the Fates stopped her in her tracks. The three sisters turned as one and started at Percy, "you have no choice, you can only do one thing, wait."
"For fifteen years?!"
They looked back with blank eyes, "yes."
Percy gaped at them not believing what he was told. 'No...no, it can't be true, it can't be!' Percy took off as he ran outside. He looked to the road and spotted a newspaper stand in the corner of the street.
Percy ran, 'this can't be true! It can't be!'
"Want a paper?" the man at the stand asked as Percy snatched one from the stand, "hey! You need to pay for that first!"
Percy ignored him completely as he looked at the paper's headline: Scandal at Prison, it spoke of some criminal escaping with help from the warden's wife. But Percy didn't look at that, he looked at the date; 23rd Feb, 1994.
Percy's hands shook as he fell to the ground startling the newspaper man. "Mate? You alright?"
"He'll be fine," The Fates walked up to the man as one of them handed him a note, "here, for the paper."
Percy looked at them, "what should I do?"
"Come with us Percy, we'll tell you."
Percy nodded as they slowly walked towards a bench. Percy helped the apper in his hands as he started at the date. The road was filled with cars honking and people yelling, but when the Fates spoke everything else seemed to die down.
"You must stay here Percy, no matter what you cannot enter America."
"When can I?"
"When did you leave?"
"2009, on my birthday."
"Then that is the only day you can return."
"Then what I am supposed to do till then?!" Percy snapped, "I have no life here, no family, nothing!"
"No, that isn't true," The Fate closest to him reached into her dress and pulled out a coin. She gave it to Percy, "tell me Percy, what do you see?"
Percy looked at the coine, it was a two pound coin, "it's a coin. A two dollar, I mean, pound, a two pound coin."
"Correct," on of the Fates said, "tell me Percy who is on that coin?"
Percy looked again and found the coin featured a woman with a greek style helmet with long flowing hair with a trident over her shoulder. Percy was a bit taken back, "she looks greek to me."
The Fates nodded, "that is Britania, the representation of Britain in the ancient world. Most believe it was just something created by the Romans to distinguish the country, but in reality Britannia was very real. Britannia was just an ordinary sea nymph, she was one of Poseidon's many children. She however was unlike her brothers and sisters, she was not content with simply remaining in Atlantis, she wanted to explore the world. And she did, and eventually she came upon this country, Britain. And she fell in love with it."
"Her father, your father, ordered her to return, but she refused telling him that she wished to be this lands protector, she wanted this land to be her kingdom. Poseidon loved the little nymph, much like he loved you, and he was more than happy to let Britania have this land as he own, since no one else had claimed it so."