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Perseus Poseidōnios Jackson was his name given to him in this life. He was currently physically 8 years old. Mentally he was around two hundred and seventy-eight years old. That was because he had been reborn, separated into three distinct timelines, featuring entirely different lives. The first was Timothy Jackson Drake, living as a full-time vigilante and CEO until the age of fifty-six from a heart-attack caused by a slow-acting fear toxin. The second life he lived to Two-Hundred years of age as Hadrian Lillian Potter, a powerful wizard working as an unspeakable in the department of mystery as Head unspeakable after mastering all subjects in the department and had died by the veil with all his belongings in a mulch-skin pouch around his neck with it tied to his soul’ and magic because of his sour relations with the goblin nation. Pansy Parkinson, he had seen before she pushed him into the veil of death. The last twenty-two years were his first run-through as Percy Jackson, dying from a curse Achlys had sent to him. Awakening with his memories unlocked the second time as an eight-year-old Percy Jackson gave him a terrible migraine for a few days. He eventually was able to utilize Occlumency to sort and review his memories during that period. Rebuilding his mental barriers and defenses to what he had gotten them to before while he was working on them. He reassured his mother eventually that he was better now and that he felt better and his headache had lessened. Giving her a warm smile and a hug. She insisted and required that I stay in bed for one more day before she would let me out of the house again. And eventually sent me to third grade. Gabe was ignoring us as his favorite hobby outside of throwing punches and finding ways to insult both me and my mother. That time I used it to reinforce my core magic. It being the size and power of the day I died as Harrison Potter. Then figuring out how to ground the magic into the mist hiding me and my scent from anyone's view. Which was hard and needed runes to hold without my attention. Then I decided to lay out a game plan to build my strength and silently scout a large group of people, buildings and different contractors planning on introducing my company back on the market again. Getting ready for the adventures that would start when I turned twelve. First would be the bolt’s quest being cordial with Luke, finding a way to pickpocket Ares or fight him again. Save and hold onto the lotus casino cards, hope and pray to the fate that the other big three kids are with me. Collect the master bolt and return it to Zeus. Then the Quest to the Sea of Monsters for the golden fleece. Skip socializing for school that morning and head straight to camp with Tyson Sail to the sea of monsters with Clarissa and someone else. Save Grover, grab the golden fleas, make sure Polyphemus lives and remains stuck on the island so he’s not a problem for us during the second war. Deceive Luke and reveal his plot and revive Thalia. Then the quest to save Annabeth and Artemis right after saving Nico and Bianca. Try and make sure Bianca doesn't go on the quest and get killed but let everything else happen. Then the labyrinth and the battle right after, both have deaths that could have been avoided and I will actively strive to save them. Especially Beckendorf. The three days of battle to safeguard Olympus and defeat Kronos. That went as well as it could go. He'll have to get the Achilles blessing again and spend more time at camp training the campers and getting a good supply of arrows and weapons ready. Next, he would need to protect his own memories from Hera’s manipulations, which should be easy to protect with his mastery of the mind arts. Pull on Timothy Drake’s past persona, and use the praetor title at camp-Jupiter as is his right as the child of Poseidon and Neptune. Help there as much as he can and burn down and rebuild the Neptune altar. Then free Thanatos in Alaska, the land beyond the gods. Try and get there and back as fast as he can. Though make sure Hazel Levesque gets her curse fixed. Stop Leo’s possession and journey to Greece for Annabeth to start her journey to finish the mark of Athena. Or any child of Athena that may end up going instead. Percy, armed with this knowledge, decides to save Annabeth or whoever ends up in the position and take the journey through Tartarus himself, meeting the group on the other side of the doors. Though he privately settled to kill off Achlys when he had the chance and fully explore his powers when he would be forced to journey through Tartarus.
He started by exercising in his bedroom while Sally, his mother, went to work and Gabe was busy with his poker buddies. And because New York is a near replica of Gotham in the way the city has. Almost always tall buildings with fire access stairs on the outside of the buildings. He spent the week growing his strength and flexibility, and working on building up my stamina and developing my Demi-god related powers. And overreached them back into the powers he had gotten before. Meaning he would eventually start Mithridatism to build up his poison tolerance. He also, before he went back to school, enchanted a pair of glasses to shift anything in its view to Greek so his schooling days would be a lot better. And a pen to translate what he wrote in Greek into English for his teachers. Though he worked hard to read and write in the league dialect again, as it would be safer to use a language scarcely used in this reality, if at all. When he turned nine, he had rebuilt himself a phone and laptop that was magic-proof and did not ping my location as a Demi-god. He was proud of his accomplishment, now able to access the divine networks of Twitter, Instagram, and similar platforms. He slowly created a private account under Perseus Poseidōnios Jackson, which wouldn't appear unless searched for by name. He developed a system separate from the app to track particular accounts and alert me to significant changes, rather than following them directly. Furthermore, he gradually enhanced the water and pressure resistance of both devices for instances when his phone might be submerged or dropped in the sea. He had eventually gotten into the good graces of the surrounding teachers at school and could get accommodations for his dyslexia. Extra time and allowed to use a translation device after explaining that my reading and writing years were with my father and I learned strictly Greek and Latin. But with my dyslexia, English gave me a severe headache when trying to read it. I could speak all of them fluently, but English just hurt my head and was almost impossible to read. So they allowed me to verbally go through my work with them on Friday to get credit when I wrote my work in Greek or Latin.
I had convinced my mom to let me jump ahead in school online while still allowing me to physically go to a school she picked in my age group. I had finished high school education by the time I turned eleven and had scanned for which college I wanted to go to. Decided to do Columbia University in Manhattan online and started scouring the sea for lost relics and gems. Expensive things to get the money to pay for the classes. He spent a week spreading out his finds to sell them to the highest bidder and as he found a Burmese Ruby and made sure it wasn’t a Sunrise Ruby as that sold around Thirty million and he only needed One point Eighteen Million the other one sold for. University is about Eighty-One-Thousand Dollars roughly for four years and around One-Hundred-Twenty-Thousand for six years roughly. Though he’s spending most of the summer break before his Sixth Grade flying through the courses for business, engineering, medicine, computer science and coding, as well as marine biology. He had flown through all the courses and was required to come in and show that he understood the material before they would give him his degrees in all the subjects he took. His mother, who hugged him tightly, knew. She secretly took a week off from Gabe. They both stayed in a visitor dorm room for the week. They heavily tested him verbally through all his subjects and tested him in projects right then and there for all his majors. At the end of the week, they awarded him his degrees and featured him in the newspapers for his achievements before he and Sally went home. He had translating degrees as well for the language he picked up as Timothy Drake. He found he was as physically fit as he could be at age twelve and agreed with his mother to go to Yancy Academy and attend classes to socialize. But he had designed and made a celestial bronze trident, sword, and a few knives before he entered the school. It had taken him two weeks to find and craft the material before making it into a ring for the sword, a necklace for the trident, and two bracelets for each wrist for the multiple knives. For now, he has his hair pulled into a bun, as it was twenty-six inches long, reaching about the middle of his back. He had been putting off contacting his father because he had no proof of his incarnations until now, as he was able to create a pensive to show his memories. He made small offerings to his father daily at Yancey when he arrived, as he loosened his scent-blocking spell to allow Grover and Chiron to find him. When December moved in, he sent a warning to his father that the prophecy was going to pick up in preparation during the winter solstice and it would be best if he quietly prepared his kingdom for war and started diplomatic talks with Oceanus to try convincing him to stay neutral. He caught worries and curiosity through their godly connection as his child before he received a hug from his aura. He spent the school year at Grover’s side, letting him know through hints that he knew about the Greek world, but he was ignoring the hints or didn’t understand.
When we finally went to the Metropolitan Museum of arts, I sent a prayer to Apollo as a sort of hello gesture. Missing the close friendship we had in my past-future. I watched as Alecto was giving myself Grover and Chiron death glares. But seemed to be mean mugging me particularly hard over the others. I reached out to dad through my mind-scape and told him that one of uncles furies’ was here and seemed to be at its breaking point trying to act like a mortal. I got a wave of worry and anger so I pulled a tiny piece of his conscience into my mind-scape. Poseidon blinked into the space in confused awe. “Dad, erm father. I wanted to do this later. Explain some things but with your anger I didn’t want you to do anything rash. I need to focus on Alecto but my subconscious will guide you and show you the information you need to know okay?” Poseidon gave a firm nod as I faded from view. We were in the bat cave. Timothy, my subconscious librarian, walked down the steps. “Hello father,” He greeted, gesturing for him to sit at the chair. “Just some background, this is technically our fourth life.”