A half-blood child of the eldest gods,
shall reach sixteen against all odds,
And see the world in endless sleep,
The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap,
A single choice shall end his days,
Olympus to preserve or raze.
Percy was a half-blood child of Poseidon, one of the eldest gods.
He hit his 16th birthday, despite all his near death experiences.
Morpheus (the god of dreams/sleep) put every mortal in Manhattan to sleep.
"The hero" does not refer to Percy, but to Luke, whose soul was reaped by Annabeth's knife, cursed because of a broken promise.
Percy's choice to give Luke the knife allowing Luke to kill himself and therefore killing Kronos ended his days.
Olympus was preserved because Luke decided to sacrifice himself to kill Kronos.
Hi. My name’s Percy Jackson, and here’s a few things you might need to know.
A few years ago, I found out that I was the son of Poseidon, God of the Sea, one of The Big Three, brother of Hades and Zeus, etc, etc. I have ADHD (my natural battle skills) and dyslexia (my brain is hardwired for Ancient Greek) and until I met Grover Underwood, I’d never had any friends. Then I was attacked on a school field trip by some crazy monster thing and found out my teacher was a horse, or really a centaur, and my best friend was a satyr, half boy, half goat.
I have a pen that, when uncapped, becomes a sword named Riptide. It can’t be seen by mortals, who see it as just a pen, thanks to the Mist. The Mist also guards naïve mortals against certain things in our lives that they…wouldn’t understand. Such as the camp where kids like me are trained to survive.
Camp Half-Blood is a camp on Long Island for a bunch of kids that are sons and daughters of the Greek Gods—yep they’re real, and they’re really annoying. At camp I met Annabeth Chase, (who has an awesome Yankees cap that turns anyone who wears it invisible!) daughter of Athena, along with other kids like Clarisse, daughter of Ares, and the Stoll boys, sons of Hermes. Not to mention Luke, son of Hermes, and the kid that ended up betraying us all and running off to help bring Kronos, the Titan, back to power.
Somewhere along the way, Aphrodite appeared to me, told me she was gonna cause me some pain in the love department. That’s when I met Rachel. She’s a mortal that can see through the Mist. For a while, she and I were best friends, much to what appeared to be Annabeth’s annoyance. Rachel helped out me and Annabeth when we were in the Labyrinth.
Thalia, daughter of Zeus, was turned into a tree when people found out that Zeus broke the oath he, Poseidon, and Hades had made to not have any more children. (This was haunting for me. I did NOT want to die.) When Clarisse brought back the Golden Fleece a couple years ago, she popped out of the tree, punk clothing and all. A little after that, she joined Artemis’ ranks and became a huntress, never aging, so, if she were the child of the prophecy that everyone was freaking out about, we would never know, because she would never reach her 16th birthday.
We also met Bianca and Nico di Angelo, son and daughter of Hades. There was speculation about whether or not one of them was the child of the prophecy, but we found out they had been born before the oath was taken and had been imprisoned in the Lotus Casino, which makes people stay their same age and not realize time is passing. Grover, Annabeth, and I had been trapped in it for days on my first quest. It was plain to see that the twins felt rejected, and soon enough, Bianca became a huntress. Unfortunately, soon after that, she died. Nico, to this day, is one of my best friends.
Somewhere in the Labyrinth, specifically under Mt. St. Helens, Annabeth and I were about to be blown up. Annabeth…jeez, Annabeth just had to get out of there. I kept insisting she go. I would survive…probably. And then she kissed me. Not on the cheek. And it was possibly the greatest moment of my life.
All of this was leading up to my 16th birthday.
I was supposed to fulfill the prophecy that said a half-blood child of the eldest gods (meaning me at this point) was going to reach my 16th birthday, after a bunch of near death experiences. Luke had been slowly allowing Kronos to use his body to become powerful again. At the last minute, of course, he realized how wrong all of this had been and destroyed himself and Kronos using Annabeth’s knife, a knife that he, Luke, had given to her years before. They’d had a…thing.
The events leading up to the battle were scary at best. I’d bathed in the River Styx, turning invulnerable, all except for the small of my back, the only part on my body that could be injured. Achilles had his heel, Luke had his armpit—we’d all made the same decision. Becoming invulnerable was the only way to stay alive for us.
Against all odds, we won the war, Kronos was gone, and Olympus was trashed. Athena assigned Annabeth to rebuild it. Annabeth loved architecture—that was putting it mildly. Then there was the slight matter of Rachel, who decided to fly off on my Pegasus. Uh huh. Not cool.
She reached camp—and at first, I had no idea how she made it past the magical barriers—and Apollo was there. Long story short, Rachel was our new Oracle at Delphi. Much better than the creepy skeleton in the attic.
It had all been changed. It was August 18th, I hadn’t even realized I’d turned 16 until Annabeth showed up with a large, misshapen, blue cupcake. Tyson, my half-brother/Cyclops, had helped her bake it. (The blue thing: blue was my favorite color, and my mom made a big deal about how foods can be blue, too.) We—Annabeth and I—just sat there for a bit, taking it all in. The war was over, the next Great Prophecy had been foretold, and I was hoping we could leave it to another generation of Demigods. There were more important things to take care of…
Earlier that day, the Council of Olympus had wanted to make me a god. But there was someone else on my mind. The exact girl that had been on my mind when I was trying to stay grounded at the River Styx.
“Anyone in particular?”
“You’re laughing at me.”
“I am not!”
“You are so not making this easy.”
“I am never, ever going to make things easy for you, Seaweed Brain. Get used to it.”
When she kissed me, I had the feeling my brain was melting right through my body.
All credit of characters to Rick Riordan. He will FOREVER own them. im simply using his story to stretch my creative muscles.
i hope this cleared some stuff up!