Before we begin this, Let me clear something for y'all.

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson's Greek Heroes, Mr. Rick Riordan does. I'm just putting the text of the story before the conversations of the characters to avoid the confusion of the readers. I'm not getting any financial profit by that, the sole purpose is mentioned beforehand.


"So, you had a happily ever after too it seems?" the guy on the couch asked.

"Sums up pretty much," Percy said, "But I had to live through a lot, right? Kronos, Gaea, Tartarus, my own brother who's your namesake… Yup, those are just main bosses. Just happy to naturally die with your wife at the same time and same bed."

"Sounds mythical, but no monster attacks? That's not realistic now is it?" the girl by the TV who was playing mythomagic with a guy asked.

"Wonders of modern technology," Percy grinned, "This guy Leo made us bracelets that cloak us from monsters."

"You mean common monsters," Annabeth said, "Didn't stop beef boy coming to your 99th birthday party now?"

"Pretty much correct, my love," Percy said, putting his arm around her shoulders.

At the moment, the doors opened and a man dressed in white robes entered, a club was in his hands.

"Look at here! Who invited a god to the party?" Percy wondered aloud, "What brings you to our humble place?"

The man looked surprised, "No, no. Not a god," he said, "Look, you're Percy Jackson right? The greatest Greek hero of all time?"

"I don't go advertise myself as the greatest, but some do call me such. Hop in, you're not alone for the ride. They're from different realities as well." Percy said, "Something weird is going around, the multiverse is falling into Chaos. Somehow, we are getting the demigods from different universes. And it seems they had good lives as far as heroes go from what I heard. Perseus didn't get murdered or Atalanta and Hippo didn't turn into Lions – "

"Don't call me Hippo!" the guy who was playing with the girl whined.

"But Hippomenes is mouthful dude." Percy objected.

"You should listen to yourself!" Hippomenes said, "Isn't having two names kind of mouthful?"

Percy shrugged, "Whatever," he turned towards Heracles, "You didn't become a god, huh?"

"Why would I ever do that?" Heracles asked, "They didn't want Zoe to be immortal, so – "

"Wait," Percy said, "In your universe, you and Zoe Nightshade… "

"I don't know this Nightshade deal, but Zoe is my wife's name," Heracles said.

Annabeth whistled, "Quite the wild ride we are having huh?" she said to Percy, "Let's read your book to them," She suggested teasingly.

"What? No! Are you crazy Annabeth?" Percy flabbergasted, "They might not like it!"

"On the other hand," a woman who just entered the room, "I enjoyed the book. They will love it, the demigods in here and are yet to come."

"And you are?" Percy asked.

"Psyche, the goddess of the human soul. We better wait for all of them," She said, "You're right about the multiverse falling into chaos Percy. That's because Chaos is rising and the reality itself is becoming unstable. We have to make united front as heroes, so reading the books might help us to understand each other."

"Sounds interesting, a book about us?" Perseus said.

"Well, not us." Heracles said, "It's about our alternate selves. Alright, anyone got a copy?"

Much to Percy's worry, Annabeth handed Heracles a copy.

"Alright," Heracles began to read.


"That's a way to start a book," Annabeth said.

Look, I'm only in this for the pizza.

"We had those in Elysium," Perseus said, "They were quite good, but I don't know why you give in this easily?"

The publisher was like, 'Oh, you did such a great job writing about the Greek gods last year! We want you to write another book about the ancient Greek heroes! It'll be so cool!'

"There was a book about Greek gods? Written by you? I got to read that," Hippomenes said.

And I was like, 'Guys, I'm dyslexic.

"Which means?" Atalanta asked.

It's hard enough for me to read books.'

"There's your answer," Hippomenes said.

Then they promised me a year's supply of free pepperoni pizza, plus all the blue jelly beans I could eat.

"I see," Perseus slowly nodded, "There are more than 1500 pizzas, well played Percy!"

"Thank you, Percy!" Percy grinned.

Annabeth shook her head, knowing this Perseus pun going to be a major headache during the reading of the book.

I sold out.

I guess it's cool. If you're looking to fight monsters yourself, these stories might help you avoid some common mistakes

"Which will lead to your death," Atalanta said.

like staring Medusa in the face, or buying a used mattress from any dude named Crusty.

"You mean Procrustes?" the dude who just entered the room asked.

"Theseus?" Heracles asked.

"Do I know you?" the brunette hero asked.

Heracles' eyes look somewhat hurtful, but still, he let it go. This is a different Theseus than the man he knew.

But the best reason to read about the old Greek heroes is to make yourself feel better.

"How so?" Atalanta asked.

No matter how much you think your life sucks, these guys and gals had it worse. They totally got the short end of the Celestial stick.

"Celestial stick?" Atalanta asked, "I do understand the moral, but what do you mean by getting the short end of the celestial stick?"

"It's an idiom honey," Hippomenes said.

By the way, if you don't know me, my name is Percy Jackson. I'm a modern-day demigod – the son of Poseidon.

"You're a brother of mine?" Theseus smiled, "Half brother, but still my brother!"

"Brother from another mother, man!" Percy said giving him a thumbs up.

"I've had some bad experiences in my time, but the heroes I'm going to tell you about were the original old-school hard-luck cases. They boldly screwed up where no one had screwed up before.

"I have a feeling that our counterparts suffered through a lot," Heracles said, then continued to read.

Let's pick twelve of them. That should be plenty.

"For 12 Olympians," Psyche said, "12 Olympians, 12 titans, etc."

By the time you finish reading about how miserable their lives were – what with the poisonings, the betrayals, the mutilations, the murders, the psychopathic family members and the flesh-eating barnyard animals – you should feel better about your own existence.

"I don't know Percy –" Annabeth tried to say.

"What?" both of Percy's replied, which made Annabeth huff, "The seaweed brain."

"OK, listening," Percy threw his hands in the air, but smile tugging his face.

"There can be people who suffer more than the Greek demigods," Annabeth said, "Take my cousin, he has died many deaths. And so he will continue to do so."

If that doesn't work, then I don't know what will.

"Perfect way to make people feel better," Hippomenes said sarcastically.

So get your flaming spear. Put on your lion-skin cape. Polish your shield and make sure you've got arrows in your quiver. We're going back about four thousand years to decapitate monsters, save some kingdoms, shoot a few gods in the butt, raid the Underworld and steal loot from evil people.

"Sounds adventurous when you put it like that," Atalanta said.

Then, for dessert, we'll die painful tragic deaths.

"Can we take away those two words? Painful and tragic?" Atalanta asked.

"No," Percy protested, "What would be the fun in that?"

Ready? Sweet. Let's do this.

"Ready," Heracles said, giving the book to Theseus.


It's been a while. Yes, I won't be able to update as much as quick I updated my first one. But I promise that I haven't abandoned any of my stories. I hope for your reviews. Lots of Love!