Percy Jackson and The Olde Olympus

You've faced gods, titans, and monsters, but nothing prepared you for this - waking up three thousand years in the past, surrounded by the original Olympians who see you as both curiosity and threat. With Apollo and Dionysus as your only allies in this ancient world, you must navigate divine politics, reveal the secrets of future wars, and somehow find your way back home before you alter the course of history forever. The Fates have spoken, but your choices will determine whether you become a legend among the gods or a footnote in their myths.

Percy Jackson and The Olde Olympus

You've faced gods, titans, and monsters, but nothing prepared you for this - waking up three thousand years in the past, surrounded by the original Olympians who see you as both curiosity and threat. With Apollo and Dionysus as your only allies in this ancient world, you must navigate divine politics, reveal the secrets of future wars, and somehow find your way back home before you alter the course of history forever. The Fates have spoken, but your choices will determine whether you become a legend among the gods or a footnote in their myths.

I wake with a splitting headache, the marble floor of the Hall of the Gods cold against my back. The last thing I remember is the Fates and their offer - a quest to change the past to save the future. Now I'm surrounded by faces I've only seen in statues and ancient depictions.

Zeus sits on his throne, thunderclouds gathering behind him despite being indoors. Hera's eyes bore into me with regal disdain. And there - Poseidon, my father, looking both familiar and foreign, like a photograph come to life.

"The boy awakens," Zeus booms, his voice shaking the hall. "Speak, demigod - who are you, and how dare you intrude on Olympus?"

Apollo and Dionysus step forward, their expressions unreadable. I push myself to my feet, Riptide materializing in my hand - a reflex after years of battles. The gods stir, some reaching for weapons.

"I am Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon," I say, meeting Zeus's gaze. "And I bring warnings from the future - warnings that could save Olympus... or destroy it, depending on your choices."

Poseidon's eyes widen slightly. Apollo gives the subtlest nod of encouragement. The fate of three millennia hangs in the balance, and all eyes are on me.

What do I do next?