Disclaimer: Percy Jackson belongs to Rick Riordan.
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"Thoughts"
"Speaking"
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This is basically an idea for a way to make Percy Jackson travel to other worlds besides:
"The Tartarus"
"Percy sent to another world or time by a god"
"Waking up without knowing how he got to another world"
"The moiras or they send him to another world"
or the labyrinth
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In the beginning, before the heavens were adorned with stars, before celestial bodies were formed, before time was etched into the fabric of reality, long before the multiverse existed, there existed a vast and unfathomable void. In that void there were no gods or mortals, but only the raw potential of creation.
This essence, this potential was not merely the breath of creation, but the primordial source from which all beings, mortal, divine, physical, abstract, and more that would eventually emerge with the birth of the multiverse and its subsequent expansion over the eons. With each act of creation and destruction he wove new kingdoms, new universes, rich in unique energies and life forms. Universes, galaxies twisted and danced to the rhythm of creation's influence, and worlds emerged adorned with the myriad expressions of existence.
But with the multiverse, different kinds of gods emerged...
On some occasions the gods were born from the belief, faith and prayers of mortals, or they were mortals who achieved mythical acts for which they were worshipped and for these same reasons transcended from the mortal to the divine.
In other situations they were mortals who had the good fortune or misfortune to become gods by eating fruits or other foods imbued with great power or even divinity itself... Or because they were exposed to powers incomprehensible to them and survived being transformed...
Just as on rare occasions they were born from events that marked the history of mortals...
Born of the clash of energies beyond mortal comprehension...
And with the ever-endless expansion of the multiverse, many more ways to get to divinity emerged...
But among the abysmal number of gods, there were some who were born or descended from the creation of the multiverse itself, such as the Greek gods who descend from Chaos, one of the first and oldest deities born at the beginning of the multiverse.
The primordial Chaos is a formless being, a swirling mass of potential, untamed and unrecognizable... From this primordial being various beings emerged and still more descend from it. And among his various descendants, there were several who were divine figures such as Zeus, Poseidon and Hades who have such authority that only few gods throughout all of creation can compare and even fewer who can truly match them.
Not all, but several of the Greek deities hovered over the ever-expanding multiverse, their forms fracturing like tiny fragments of light across countless dimensions, across different universes. And each fragment contained a very small part of their essence, of their power, but each one was isolated, allowing them to have their personalities, but unable to grasp the true totality of their divine nature.
Aeons passed like waves on an untouched coast. Time was irrelevant in a vacuum, but at the vast intersections of existence, waves of energy began to vibrate. Each iteration of Earth witnessed births and deaths ruled by ancient destinies, but the true gods remained distant...
Their divine realms flourished as a myriad of lower beings exerted their will without the hint of higher interference. Sometimes, Olympians would merge with their fragments, absorbing remnants of memories and echoes of existence. On some occasions this was a necessary ritual to remind their fragments of their role, their responsibilities, while keeping them ignorant of what they really were, as well as to learn about their divine descent, the mortals who worshipped them, and the legacy they had borne.
In the luminous chambers of the true Palace of the Sea, Poseidon, god of the seas, storms, earthquakes, and various other domains, awoke from a deep reverie. The blue waters of various worlds responded to his emotions, swirling tumultuously as visions filled his mind.
The shocking memories came with force and speed: ships shaken by storms, the laughter of sailors, people taking refuge from storms or hurricanes, the prayers of those who were tied to the waves, of those who suffered from the shaking of the earth or drought, of those who were grateful for the rains of the crops, good fishing or good weather for sailing.
But one memory pierced all others like a harpoon through flesh: a bond of blood, and a hint of unmistakable divinity, forged within the mortal boundaries of distant realities: a son.
"Percy Jackson," whispered Poseidon, and each syllable echoed like thunder from a storm across endless expanding seas. Instantly, he was drawn into multiple memories of his findings, fragments of himself scattered throughout countless universes, each representing a different choice, a different life. In many of those universes Percy existed, not only as a singular hero to a generation of demigods, but as a symbol of countless legacies, modified only by the possibilities of fate.
Poseidon felt a tide of longing flow through his veins, but he was also weighed down by the weight of abandonment, regrets, and remorse; those paternal ties, neglected over eons that its various fragments had for their son. Remnants of himself who loved their respective version of his child.
And so, Poseidon, with his trident arched to the heavens, decided to scrutinize the threads of time and space to witness his son's different journeys. A deep breath drew his essence into the very fabric of reality and he felt himself transcending the boundaries of his domain, navigating the rivers of existence: a cosmic odyssey through the different versions of the ever-changing Earth.
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From the shore of Long Island, sunlight bathed the horizon in an ethereal glow. It was the summer solstice, and as the heat danced across the surface of the water, Percy Jackson was far from the furious embrace of the ocean. He was simply a 17-year-old boy who had to balance ambitions and misconceptions of those he met. His only links to the sea were his dreams of grandeur, of sailing in treacherous waters, and of being more than a mere mortal or demigod, oblivious to the royal powers that lurked beneath the surface.
"Are you kidding?!" her best friend Annabeth Chase challenged her. "You're practically a walking legend waiting to come true!"
Percy chuckled: "Yes, if the legends also include getting caught up in school disasters and monster attacks"
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The 15-year-old was standing in front of a man in a Hawaiian shirt, who had a trident in one hand and the other was placed over the teenager's shoulder. The two of them were standing on a hill overlooking the sea as the sun set in the distance.
"The sea always flows, it always moves. It's life. A cycle of ups and downs, a care for life and a harvest of death. It's always moving, it's always going somewhere, even if it's sliding blindly. He will not stop, he will not be restrained, and he will not bow down to anyone but us"
Poseidon turned his head to look at the demigod
"You're my son... The sea will always accept you wherever you are. If you ever feel lost, dive into the waters and keep diving. Let life and its power flow through you. Let the sea guide you"
The black-haired teenager paid attention to him, although he struggled a little to understand his father's words
"Then get up, refreshed, and you're good to go. Show the world what it means to be a child of the sea, my son... Do not give in to your fury, be the toughest of waves. Be the softest of the waves if you have to, and then lift them up hard. Do whatever it takes to win, Percy. This war could destroy everything we both know..."
As he said those words, the god could tell that his son was somewhat uncomfortable and worried with the last words
"As much as you hate it, you are destined to be greater than any other demigod born in this era. You are a born leader... a born warrior... When you draw your sword to head to Olympus, don't hesitate to be the last one standing if necessary... Nothing can stop you, because the sea always flows, always moves"
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"Kill me?... No one can kill a god!" exclaimed a mortal covered in fire, lightning and darkness, a mortal with great power, but in the end a mortal with delusions about what divinity was
Several meters away from him was Poseidon's 20-year-old son who looked at him with an incredulous expression at what he heard before his expression changed to one of defiance and decision to exclaim: "Do you want to bet?!"
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Inside the Palace of Atlantis, Poseidon and whom Percy assumed to be Triton, were reclining in equal chairs with golden legs, shaped like a crab, and a large one, as well. They looked at him stoically for a moment with identical expressions of stony displeasure.
"I can see the family resemblance," thought the time-displaced demigod and the seconds passed in an awkward silence. "I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to speak first, but honestly, Poseidon can go fuck off." The god's eyes narrowed suddenly. "Oh, Gods, I really hope the gods can't read minds!" the demigod begged mentallyThey're definitely going to beat me up if he knows what I'm thinking"
After a moment, Poseidon spoke, "It is appropriate to greet the host on your knees"
Percy blinked and bent his legs behind him, floating upright. "Hello, Lord Poseidon," he said, with all the false respect he could muster, aided in part by the little act of rebellion in which he was giving himself up and for which he is known at the time of the time from which he comes. He turned to the other god, with two blue tails, bluish-green skin, and sea-green eyes matching his hair tied back, and bowed sincerely, "And greetings, Lord Triton, it is a great honor to be in your blessed presence"
Sally Jackson's son knew that perhaps he had exaggerated a little, but since Poseidon had already shown that he could and would do for flagrant offenses, Jackson was determined to take advantage of any opportunity to commit pettiness. From Poseidon's look, Percy guessed he knew what was going on, but since the god hadn't started throwing him tridents or threats, he didn't really care.
"Have you thought in any way about how you will compensate for your offenses?" Poseidon finally asked.
"How could I, a mere mortal like me, offer advice to a God," Percy lamented dramatically, before mentally reprimanding himself. "Too much, it was too, idiot"
Sure enough, although Poseidon remained reclining, his trident appeared in his hand. "Take care of your tongue demigod"
"Yes, yes, Lord Poseidon," said Percy. "Yes, I got the message loud and clear"
The god sighed and rubbed his temple. "Very good. Since you can't conjure up a more satisfying penance, when your training comes to an end, you'll travel to the city of Pylos in Messenia, where you'll serve under King Pylas. You will help him to put his wayward vassals in their place..."
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Different universes, different worlds, different lives, different stories, was what Poseidon saw, and in the vast majority of the worlds where Percy Jackson existed, the fragments of the god cared for him in their own way, varying in each universe the level of affection, attention, and paternal affection given by his remnants.
For some Percy was just a passing worry that came up from time to time, while others of his remnants wanted to make Percy a god in their respective worlds to prevent death from taking them away, whether it was due to old age or fighting... to turn him into a young god of very little power who would only affect the world where he lives, unlike the real Poseidon and other beings whose presence, as well as power, spanned diverse worlds in the multiverse.
But there were also worlds where the remnants of Poseidon only saw Perseus as a pawn, a tool, or a servant.
However, most of the fragments of Poseidon where Percy Jackson existed, in those worlds they used to be divided into at least two aspects, Greek or Roman, his son being born as Greek in the vast majority of them, in others as Romans, in others there were even more aspects in which his fragments were divided such as the Etruscans and even in some Percy was born as the combination of at least 2 aspects...
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