Percy Jackson and The Next Incarnate

In the bustling streets of New York City, as the average New Yorker minds their business and goes on with their day, in the distance a male teen is walking out of a Barnes and Noble holding a bag of books. 

See his face, the teenager is of African descent maybe Hispanic, and has a smile on his face "Man, I can't wait to read Percy Jackson And The Titian's Curse" he says while walking down the busy street. While walking he decided to put his headphones on to listen to music. 

Heading towards the subway, he's stopped by a green light. Pulling out his phone to distract himself till a red light, scrolling through TikToks to pass the time in the corner of his eye he sees a child run into traffic chasing a basketball he must have dropped.

Stopping in the middle of traffic to pick up his ball the child didn't notice the several speeding cars coming his way. Unsure what to do he yelled "HEY KID GET OUT OF THE STREET" Seeing his advances didn't work he put matters into his own hands.

Dropping his bag and phone he dove into the street of incoming traffic grabbed the kid and rolled out with the cars missing them by milliseconds. As we get up the kid starts sniffling cause the kid's knee and elbow are all scraped up. 

Just as I was about to make sure he was alright, a woman came rushing toward us with a terrified/ worried expression. Pulling the kid in a grip-tight hug as she began to check him out and ask if he was okay mid-sob.

Watching the interaction the teen decided it was his time to get the stuff he dropped, but as he was about to turn the presumed mother of the child grabbed his arm. "Thank you... thank you so much for saving my child's life their no way I could ever repay for this act of kindness," this lady said with tears coming out and gasping for air.

Seeing her in tears the teen put on a kind smile, cupped her hands, and said "It was no problem really, I saw a person in trouble, a little kid at that so I decided to help it was no big deal". After saying his thoughts he walked back to where his phone and bag were and picked it up.

Continuing his way to the subway he finally made it to the stairs. Making it to the turnstiles he jumped as he didn't have a MetroCard. Waiting for the 3 train, he looked at the notice and it said 5 minutes, rolling his eyes he knew it wouldn't be accurate. 

After waiting for around 7 minutes he heard and felt the train was about to pull up so started walking towards the yellow line. As he stood there waiting for his train to stop he violently shoved from behind onto the track of a highspeed train.

BOOOOOM! Instant impact this 16-year kid was dead his body mangled and blood splattered everywhere. Everyone there was shocked! Surprised! This happened suddenly an NYPD officer who happened to be patrolling the station tackled the attacker, put him in handcuffs, and radioed for backup and an ambulance.

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In a deep space of darkness, there was a tiny ball of light 'Where am I? One minute I'm waiting for my subway, the next I'm in the middle of nowhere' the ball of light thought. As the ball continued to be confused a giant flash of light exploded and out of the flash come out a figure in the shape of a human made of light.

"Damien, unfortunately you are dead" the light figure said as the background began to shift into a the subway station where Damien was pushed onto the tracks. "While you were waiting for you train you were violently shoved onto the train track just as the train was coming in killing you on impact" the light figure said while showing Damien what unfolded.

He stood their silent for a minute as he wasn't sure what to do, until "So what happens now, you're a R.O.B right?" Damien asked while still trying to acept his death. "Yes i am, and Fortunately for you i have decided to give the chance at reincarnation in another world" R.O.B said be summoning a wheel.

"Unfortunately, you don't have any control over where you going but you do get some wishes to help you on your journey" As R.O.B finishes talking he spun the wheel. The wheel spun for a while before landing on PJO verse. "Ok, you will be going to the world of Percy Jackson. Before we complete this reincarnation you have 4 wishes" R.O.B said.

After careful contemplation, Damien revealed his desires with a measured certainty, "For my inaugural wish, I desire to be reborn as the demigod offspring of Hecate, the Goddess of Magic. As my second wish, I wish to wield the vast spectrum of magical arts from the PJO universe, or any other magical realm. My third wish extends to acquiring a Grimoire laden with an abundance of spells. And finally, my fourth wish is to attain supernatural combat mastery, whether armed or unarmed".

As Damien's wishes echoed through the mystical space, R.O.B, the enigmatic wish-granter, waited patiently until the last desire was spoken. With a voice like the whisper of ancient winds, R.O.B responded, "Your wishes carry weight, and I shall weave their threads into reality. The first wish, a straightforward boon, requires no constraints – your power is yours to command."

As Damien eagerly absorbed the words, R.O.B continued, "Now, your second wish delves into the realms of magic from other universes. A compelling choice, indeed. However, the path to this arcane reservoir shall not be paved without effort. For every ounce of mastery you gain over these foreign magics, the wellspring shall deepen, granting you even more profound abilities. Magic, after all, is a reflection of the soul's journey."

The notion of growing in tandem with his magical prowess intrigued Damien, a challenge to be met with dedication and resilience.

"Your third wish, young seeker, unlocks the potential within your very essence. A grimoire, gifted by the mighty Hecate herself, shall find its way into your hands when you reach the age of twelve. This tome, a key to the arcane mysteries, will evolve with you. As you harness its knowledge, your spells will surge in power, unlocking new incantations along the path of your mystical journey."

The prospect of a grimoire gifted by a deity promised a future laden with magical discoveries, a testament to Damien's destiny as a wielder of arcane forces.

"And for your final wish," R.O.B declared, "Consider it granted, an irrevocable conclusion to this pact. May your wishes shape the course of your destiny, young Damien, as you tread the intricate web of magic, both known and unknown."

"Furthermore, there are two conditions to consider. Firstly, the restoration of your memories is bound by the passage of time, dormant until the eve of your twelvth birthday. However, as a token of my gratitude for your heroic act in rescuing that child, anticipate a special gift from me on that momentous day," R.O.B announced, the snap of his fingers marking Damien's sudden disappearance.