[So...I'm back. After what has apparently been 2 years but feels more like 3 months or so for me. I haven't really written in forever, I'm more into writing poems now (they're way easier and shorter and you only need to write one time and that's it) so bare with me because I haven't written fan fiction in forever. I also haven't read the books in forever (and movies are completely out of the question considering the monstrosity that it the PJO movies). So I suppose I owe y'all an excuse now right? So I'm going to be completely honest...I somehow managed to give up and forget this existed at the same time. I have no idea how else to put it so I'll just leave it at that. So I'm fourteen now, and a bunch of stuff has happened over the years, don't expect me to be or write the same. ALSO just a little note, I care a lot about school, my grades are one of the most important things to me and I will do as such as studying and extra credit as I need to maintain my what I think is a pretty good GPA throughout high school. So because of this updates will be rather slow, or I might just give up again considering I ain't that good with commitment.

I ALSO MADE A SLIGHT CHANGE TO THE FANFIC in the way that no one who isn't already dead in the PJO and HoO series is dead in this story. I think I mentioned in one of my earlier chapters that Annabeth is dead, so just forget that happened and instead that she just went on a minor quest either solo or with one of the seven or one of the other characters from other mythologies like Sadie or Magnus or something. So I think that's all! And without further ado, welcome back]

     🌊Percy's POV🌊
     I groaned at the feeling of ash landing on his head. Wait...ash?

     What in Hades happened? How did I get here? Why is there ashes? What's with all the debris?

     Oh wait...

     I couldn't help but feel dejavu at the headache that was starting to form at the return of a sea of memories. But thankfully unlike last time (thank gods Hera wasn't the reason for this this time) all my memories from before came back. From meeting Double Door to blowing up the, what did they call it, the Grimm's rot place? Why do all might powerful wizards name stuff in the most weirdest and confusing way possible? I thought they were supposed to be smart? Maybe it was a wizard thing or something.

     A moan of pain interrupted my thoughts. Demigod instincts kicking in, I stumbled up from my spot on the ground and had my pen (uncapped of course, I may be an idiot but I'm not that stupid) in my hand in an instant. Now that I was higher in the air, I was better able to figure out what happened to the others.

     Red-head and brunette Mrs. Frizzle were lying a bit apart from one another and didn't seem that hurt other than the bleeding on Frizzle's arm and bruise on Red's head. Nothing a bit of magic can't handle, right? I still don't have a clue how all this magic and wizard stuff works but I'm pretty sure all supernatural beings have their own form of magical healing (unless your like Annabeth's cousin Magnus. Apparently they just die and regenerate...I think).

     Turning around I see Double Door, ironically slumped against the double doors that Harry and his friends had walked through earlier. Wait a second where's Harry?

     Another groan answered my question and I had to resist the urge to facepalm at my stupid stupidity. I quickly put Riptide back in my pocked. Embarrassed and with a red face to show it I shifted my attention back to where Harry was lying on the ground and couldn't help but wince at the broken leg and bloody face that was Harry. He seemed to have gotten the worst of us all seeing as it looked as though he got smashed by a door. That was made of metal. Multiple times.

     "You all right man?" I asked as I lent out my hand before quickly taking it back. Wouldn't want another explosion now would we? He opened his eyes and stared at me.

     "I'd have to be bloody crazy to say that I am mate," he answered as he pushed himself off of the floor and into a standing position, shifting all his weight onto his left leg.

     Once he was steady, he started to look around the room with a look of surprise on his face. Confused I followed his line of sight and noticed what he did to.

     Somehow someway the building was still intact. Nothing was broken, other then Harry's bones of course, and nothing was burnt. It was like someone logged into Minecraft and sent off TNT in a room made of bedrock and obsidian. Nothing took damage except what was living, which I'm pretty sure violates all laws of science and the relationship between wood and fire. But who knows I could be wrong, looks like I have another thing to add to my list of things I need to ask Annabeth. After all she is into architect and all that schist so she should know about this stuff.

     "Ron! Hermione!" Harry yelled. Taking my eyes off the ceilings and walls, I turned in their direction. And noticed that the Red head—Ron, his name is Ron now, and Hermyoney(Is that how you say it?) were awake and being helped up by Harry.

     "What happened?" she asked the second after she regained full consciousness.

     "I don't have a clue, I was hoping you could tell us, Hermione," Harry answered. Oh I think I get it now: Her-mi-o-ne, not Her-my-oney. Eh, still closer then I would've thought.

     "Whatever happened wasn't like anything I've ever seen or read about, Harry. I've never heard of anything like it," she replied staring at me warily.

     "So you don't know anything about the weird wooshy wooshy purple thingy?" I asked. I'm pretty sure that's what she just said but to be fair I was only half listening.

     "Herminone not knowing something? Must be a bloody miracle," Ron said with squinted eyes and a slightly slurred voice. Looking him over once again, I think I can come to a reasonable conclusion at this point that he has a concussion. And that bruise isn't exactly healing.

     "Well let's hope it's not because I would really like to know what all this-" Harry gestured around him with his hands "-is so that we don't have the same problem next time."

     "Yay," I muttered sarcastically. Just more schist to get myself involved in that could lead to potential death. I sighed, "why is this my life?"

[So that's the end of this chapter! I don't knowing when I'll be updating again but hopefully soon! I welcome constructive criticism with open arms so please help me make this story better by commenting how I can. And thanks for reading and being so patient with me for these past 2 years.]