I tried teleporting away to the Void or the Mansion of Night, but I couldn't. My little stunt had used up a lot of my energy and left me with the strength of a demigod. I was not able to get my powers back either because of the fact that I'm not really in my timeline or universe.

Great, now I miss my power.

I started to laugh when the water grabbed Nancy Bobofitt and dumped her in the fountain. It looked hilarious. I was tempted to vaporize Mrs. Dodds when she approached me, but held back. If I was in the past, changing the course of events would be dangerous. If it was another universe, I could meddle only if it was alternate and not a parallel universe. This stuff was freaky.

I followed Alecto and young Percy through the museum. I saw myself shaking my head, thinking it was ADHD whenever Alecto beat hear wings and moved further away.

I followed them deeper into the museum. Alecto finally stopped and turned around and looked at little me.

Their conversation went on just like I remembered.

"Die honey," she screeched and lunged towards little me. The weirdest thing was that Chiron did not come with a sword in hand. I realised that if someone doesn't do something now, little me would die. I wasn't back in time or in a parallel universe. This was an alternate universe.

"What ho Percy!" I boomed and threw him my uncapped pen. He looked surprised when it turned into sword, but his ADHD kicked in, making him slash at Alecto, turning her into dust.

I then willed the pen to return to me and it vanished from his hands. He didn't even seem to notice. He was busy looking at the sand castle dust on the floor.

"What the hell was that?" He mumbled, looking as if he was going to piss himself.

"Fury," I replied.

"A what?" He stammered.

"A fury. One of Hades' hags," I replied.

"Hades as in the Greek god of the underworld?"

I nodded, "That would be him yes. Dark humour, bad taste in clothes and horrible appetite."

"You sound as if you know him," young me replied.

I chuckled, "more than you think, Perseus Jackson, son of Sally Jackson."

He immediately backed up. "Woah, how do you know who I am?" He asked cautiously.

I was loving this.

I thought about whether I should tell him or not. It would make a huge difference if I told him who I was.

Just before I was about to reply, there was the sound of hooves, as Chiron ran in.

"Who the Hades are you," he yelled, pointing Riptide at me.

"I was just about to tell young Percy here, before you oh so rudely interrupted," I replied.

He gestured with his sword for me to say something, but I thought the better of it.

"Take him to camp," I said gesturing to young me. "There was a Fury sitting right underneath your nose, waiting to kill him."

Chiron stared at me as if I had grown a tail. "How do you know?" He asked. "Who are you?"

"I'm from the west," I said, giving him a peek of my tattoo but not the whole thing. I nodded to him swiftly, before walking away. He just stared open mouthed at me, probably mumbling something about Romans.

Great, now I just need to pray to the Primordials that he doesn't tell the gods about me and that everything moves smoothly.

I know what you're thinking. Why did you walk away? You could have helped little you. The reason why I did so was because I did not want to meddle with his life or anyone else's life. My own fate was messed up, despite not being under the control of Ananke or the Fates.

I hailed a cab to Central Park and made my way to a secluded spot. I crouched towards the ground. I then made a slight cut on my arm and pressed it onto the ground. I let a few drops of my red and silver blood drip onto the ground.

"Aunt Gaia," I whispered. "I need help." I just hoped that the Primordials had control over all universes and were not contained in just one universe. I did not want to wake up a new Gaia.

"Wake up," I said, prodding the ground. All I got was a sleepy groan. "Common, wake up," I said, prodding the ground harder.

All of a sudden, I was then swallowed into the ground. I looked around and found myself underground. A sleepy face then appeared from the ground. "Thank you for waking me," she said. "What do you want?"

I am pretty sure I was now paler than my mother Nyx. Ooooh boy. "Gaia?" I asked uncertainty.

"Mmh?" Was all I got.

"Do you remember or know me?" I asked, silently praying to the entire Primordial council that she did.

"It seems vague," she said, "as if my consciousness was pulled out of a dream and dropped here. I think your name is something from P and that I know you from somewhere."

I didn't know whether I should be sad that she didn't know me fully or happy that she at least finds me familiar.

"Gaia, I was trying to get to the Primordial throne room from Keto and I went too fast and ended up getting teleported to an alternate universe that is this. Please help me." It sounded as if I was a captured princess in a Disney movie and was writing a letter to my knight in shining armor. It sounded much better than being a part of a Greek myth though.

"Gaia's eyes shot open, swirling with green and blue. The next thing I knew, she had grabbed my ear, and was twisting it in a dangerous angle.

"Ow ow ow ow ow Gaia stop," I yelped.

"Do you have any idea how worried your mother has been," she burst out. "Bed empty, no note, throne missing. Do you know how worried the entire council has been?"

"How long was I gone?" I asked. "An hour?"

"Five," she yelled in my year. "Five Chaotic days."

"Sorry," I said uncertainty. It sounded more like a question. "Can you take me home now?" I asked like a little kid.

Gaia shook her head. "No. You meddled in what you were not supposed to meddle with. That younger you was meant to die. You need to make sure you correct this mess. Resolve whatever problem is going on. Once you're done, use the shadows and ask Erebus to pull you out of this place."

I nodded towards her. "Can you spit me out now?" I asked. Gaia nodded and a moment later I was spat out of the ground. For some reason, Gaia found it funny to spit me out right under a group of feeding Pigeons. They squaked at me and flew away. I beat the feathers off me and looked up to a pair of obsidian black eyes and an arrow pointed towards me face.

"Who are thee boy?" The figure spat.

WHAM!

The next thing I felt was a sharp pain at the back of my head and my vision turned black. I didn't think I could be knocked out as a Primordial but I guess that teleporting really drained me.