Percy Jackson and The New Olympians

*This is a fanfiction, all characters are over the age of 18

The camera pans along to show a view of a beautiful island, adorned with several glass modern houses, along with many other elements painting it out to be a private resort island.

The camera zooms past the main house and towards the pool, which had several waterslides, a fountain, and a mini waterfall.

The camera zooms into the the mini waterfall to reveal a hidden cove and jacuzzi, where 3 beautiful women were lounging.

The first woman was olive skinned with blue eyes and wavy platinum blonde hair that perfectly covered her body in a way to hide her breasts, however said breasts were still voluminous enough to show their shape.

The second woman was a Caucasian woman with green eyes and bright red hair. Her hair was braided in a French braid and over her shoulder. She wore a halter bikini made out of green pearls, perfectly reflecting her ethereal eyes while holding up her breasts.

The last was a brown woman with electric blue eyes and straight black hair, with little mini French braids all around, while wearing a crocheted bikini set made out of vines and gold.

"We are The Fates," they spoke in unison, then the platinum blonde one spoke alone. "I am Clotho, and I have stopped Spinning new Threads."

The redhead picked up immediately, as if they were the same person. "I am Lachesis, and all Threads have finished their turn on the Loom."

The black haired one went next. "I am Atropos, and all Threads have fallen into atrophy."

"All except one," they finished together.

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My name is Percy Jackson, and I have had the most splendid life ever.

You sense the sarcasm yet? If not, lemme tell you, it's all sarcasm.

My life is shit, it's been shit since I was born a child of my father, Poseidon.

It was shit when I grew up seeing monsters all around and living with a monstrous human being called Gabe.

It was shit when I found out I was a demigod.

It was shit when I went through the Second Titan War.

It was shit when I went through the Second Giant War.

But it's been especially shit the past 4 years.

You're going to ask why, I know.

But I'm staring into oblivion right now, so let's just do a quick recap.

After the Second Gigantomachy, everything was supposed to be perfect. The gods were going to respect and claim us, the Greeks and the Romans were friendly, we had cordial relationships with the Egyptians and the Norse, no problems, right?

Except for the fucking Pit.

He was angered about Annabeth and I escaping from him, and so he decided to take the most proactive and destructive attack Olympus ever faced.

First, he made an alliance with Nyx, who wasn't mad about our trickery, but really just agreed to this alliance for her perverse amusement.

Oh, how she would regret that.

Next, he gathered the Power of all the Titans and Giants and monsters that were returned to him when we defeated them, bringing himself to a level of power unimaginable even for a Primordial.

Third, he used the newfound strength to stare into Khaos and grab what remained of Gaia's power, giving it to himself.

Then he swallowed Atlas from his position, and what was left of Ouranos' consciousness and Power went to him as well.

Zeus being Zeus, he avoided all the signs of this happening, like monsters not returning anymore, and the frequent earthquakes, and even Apollo's warnings. (He banished Apollo to be a human after the second time Apollo brought it up.)

By the time Zeus got off his ass, it was too late, and Zeus and all the wind and air gods were too busy keeping the Sky at bay to even help us when Tartarus attacked.

There were no mortals left, and barely any demigods from either camp. The Norse tried helping us, but our power combined was no use against such a powerful Primordial. (The Egyptians were already gone and Faded.)

Tartarus swallowed me, but he kept me alive, letting me watch him obliterate my family, piece by piece. Nyx turned against him, but she was no match, even though she had Pontus, Thalassa, Hemera, Aether, Ourea, and Erebus helping her.

It was over.

So, here I am. Defeated, with nothing left in the known universe except for me and Tartarus.

"I've won, little escape artist," Tartarus gloated to me. "Till the end of Time, there will be nothing left except for -"

Suddenly, he choked, and I felt myself get grabbed.

"NO!" He screamed, but it was too late for him as I got pulled to... Someplace else.

Someplace else was apparently just a room with a couch and two people.

"We are Ananke and Chronos, Primordials of Fate and Time," the lady said. "Using the little bit of Power he got from using his name, Chronos was able to pull you here, away."

I understood she was trying to avoid the Pit's name, because she wanted to keep him away.

"You have very little time," Chronos said. "We've managed to create a way to drag you, and most of the Threads of Fate connected to you, to a Time away from here, where Destiny will be tied to you. It's the only way to save the world."

"Of course," I said, unsurprised.

Ananke looked at me sadly. "The Path will be difficult godling, but do you accept?"

Suddenly, the room started shaking, and cracks appeared on the walls.

"HE IS MINE!" Tartarus' voice boomed as the room got more and more damaged.

"I accept!" I screamed. Fuck being back with his ass.

The next thing I knew, I was suddenly falling into a beautiful pool with a waterfall and waterslides.

"Welcome, Perseus Jackson," three voices behind the waterfall said, then three beautiful women walked through the waterfall.

One of them was in her birthday suit, but her long platinum blonde hair covered her privates while not hiding her... Generous proportions. The other wore a skimpy bikini made out of green pearls that accentuated her less dramatic proportions but still showing her perfect shape, and the last wore a crocheted bikini set made out of vines and gold.

"Who are you, and where are we?" I asked, hands up in fists.

"Welcome to the Elysium Island, we are the Hosts of this Island, we are the Fates; Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos."

"The what?" I asked.

My life never did make sense.

"The Elysium Island," they said. "Several individuals will pine for your love, and people in a universe outside of ours will watch your life here, and they will vote, and the 6 winners will shape the world in the image they like, so long as you are the King in the world."

"This isn't real," I said in disbelief.

"This was the only way Ananke and Chronos could save the world," Atropos said. "This was the bargain they made with Khaos, and she chose to connect this dimension to their world, in a limited fashion."

"Now, let the New Threads Spin," Clothos said. "We will draw the Threads out of you one by one, so that you and our viewers can know who is pining for your love."

"Did you forget my fatal flaw?" I asked.

"I spun that flaw," Lachesis said. "I know you will not stay loyal to Annabeth knowing you will doom everyone else you love, because you are loyal to everyone you are personal with."

I gritted my teeth, not having a comeback.

"Now, the first contestant is..."