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Everything was destroyed: Olympus, Atlantis, and the Underworld. Nothing was left standing. Not even the gods. How did this happen? In such a short amount of time, too? The tapestry for this world was unraveling. Nobody but the fates knows why, and even then, they had only a slight clue. With everything destroyed and his immortal wife and children gone, Posidion went to his last remaining child, Percy Jackson.
“My son. There is not much time left before I fade with my wife and children.” Poseidon said with tears in his eyes and regret in his voice. “I wish I could have raised you as I wanted. You grew into a kind yet powerful man. For this i will use the last bit of my power to save you.”
“Save me how, most of the other demigods are gone either from the war or from their godly parent fading. There is nothing left to save us.” Percy responded to his father sullenly. Annabeth faded with Athena, and Athena was among the first of the Olympians to fade. The love of his life gone, they may have been having more and more arguments about how strong Percy was and how he needed more control. She was still his first love, the one who went through Tartarus with him. Who had stayed beside him even as he insulted almost every deity they came across.
“My fountain. The one that Athens declined.” Poseidon said.
Percy looked at him, confused. “What about the fountain? I thought it was basically Iris messages, but for mortals?” Percy was pretty sure that was what Annabeth said, though she only lightly brushed the fountain before ranting about how good Athena’s olive tree was.
“That was what I told them, it has a secondary use, though. Someone can use it to travel back to the time of its creation. A ‘gift’ of power,” Poseidon said this with a slight sneer, “something I kept hidden as it resembled the Titan King too much for my taste. With this, at least you will survive. You might even keep this from happening.” Poseidon spoke softly, likely losing energy.
With that, Posidion slammed down his trident, and a fountain appeared from the cracks that formed from his strength. Once the fountain was fully there, Posidion fell to one knee, and the fates arrived.
“Are you going to stop me?” Percy asked, trying to sound confident, lifting his chin slightly higher.
“No,” three voices spoke.
“We are going to bless this journey so that you won’t fully remember the future; it will just look like prophecy,” Clotho spoke.
“The Tapastry is falling apart. You are the only chance we have left,” Lachesis said calmly.
“We are even writing a message for younger us that will be transported to them as soon as you arrive in the past, so they will know what will come should you fail,” Atropos stated finally.
Poseidon suddenly spoke up, “I can’t hold this much longer. Step through my son. You will still be my child, you will always be a child of Posidon. I love you.”
“I love you dad,” Percy said sadly to his father, someone he will no longer see. Even if he is a child of Posidon, he will not be a child of his father. “I will try to fix this, hopefully I can if my memories are gonna be messed with.” With that, he started walking to the edge of the fountain.
Percy looked around one last time and dropped into the fountain’s water. It started glowing with a divine light. The water started shaking, just barely staying within the fountain. Once the bright light was gone, so too was Percy. The fountain had used up its power, lost its color, and started crumbling.
Poseidon, seeing his son has gotten to safety, fell fully down and felt his extremities starting to turn into seawater.
“Will he be safe?”
Atropos declared, “He ascended as soon as he touched those waters, just as he was meant to at last.”
“He will be raised as a son of the mind and the sea. If he ascended earlier, as he was meant to, maybe this wouldn’t have had to happen at all,” responded Lachesis.
“His life will be full of love and action. He will have a domain over prophetic dreams, which is how he will know what to change without remembering the present day. This is the last act of kindness we can give to him,” stated Clotho.
Poseidon closed his eyes with a smile on his face as he fully turned to sea water and faded from this world. He returned to Khaos to be with his family. Now, only the three sisters remained of the Greek Pantheon.
“We have sent the message to our past selves. It’s time to stop holding on.” They spoke aloud as one. This would be the last time they could in this timeline. They stood in a circle holding hands as their bodies started to unweave themselves like the threads they worked with for millennia.
“Percy better make this work.” Were the last things the Fates thought.