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silent tongues speak no prophecies by Tatortot367
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan
11 Oct 2024
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Percy was seven the first time he woke screaming, the taste of blood in his mouth and the howling of hounds resounding throughout his head. His mom rushed into his room to cradle him in her arms. When she asked, he bit his tongue, told her only of dogs chasing after him. He didn’t tell her of the boy with the goat legs, the pain of being torn apart, and the warm light that engulfed him at the end. She held him until he fell back asleep. Elsewhere, a young daughter of Zeus made her final stand.
Percy was nine when he opened his eyes, phantom lightning crawling over his skin and the echoes of a woman’s last moments still ringing in his ears. If he closed his eyes, he could still see the twin onyx eyes staring back at him.
When his mother told him the story of his namesake, of Perseus the son of Zeus, he didn't tell her he already knew. Had already seen a mother and her infant set adrift in a raging storm, watched a boy travel far and slay monsters for the sake of his mother’s safety. But he didn’t tell her this. He was young, but he knew already what happened to people like him. People who see.
He was no prophet; he would not suffer their fate. He would bite his tongue and let the prophecies pass him by.
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- Part 1 of silent tongues speak no prophecies verse
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bitten tongues and heavy eyes by Tatortot367
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan
11 Nov 2024
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Every night for the past two weeks, Percy Jackson has had the same exact dream. To most people, that would be an odd happenstance but nothing to write home about. To Percy, who's dreams had always shown him more than most and, more importantly, had almost never repeated themselves, the repetition of this one specific scene was...concerning, to say the least. Every night he woke with the searing heat of a poisoned tree running through his veins, and every night he fell apart just a little bit more.
The more Percy's dreams repeated, the more obvious it became that they wouldn't stop showing him the same thing over and over again until Percy fixed the problem. The problem being the dying tree that had once been Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus.
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- Part 2 of silent tongues speak no prophecies verse
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bent knees and curled shoulders by Tatortot367
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan
21 Dec 2024
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Percy knew it wasn’t a good idea for him to accompany Thalia and Annabeth to Westover Hall. He couldn’t explain it to them—not without spilling a whole host of secrets—but a feeling of cold dread filled his bones every time he thought about their upcoming trip.
Not to mention, Percy’s dreams the week leading up to the mission had been full of snowy cliffs and long falls in which he always woke before he hit the ground. The two children of Hades crouched on the edge of the cliff, cowering from something Percy never managed to see. He always saw himself, though, placing himself between the two demigods and whatever had them trapped on the edge of a cliff.
Every dream ended with a fall, and Percy woke up sure he was about to smash into the ground hard enough to break every bone in his body.
Nothing good would come from Westover Hall, Percy knew, but Grover had asked for help, and Percy could never ignore a friend in need.
He was beginning to think he should learn how to, though.
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- Part 3 of silent tongues speak no prophecies verse
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wide eyes and bared teeth by Tatortot367
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan
07 Feb 2025
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Chris Rodriguez never recognized Percy. Never acknowledged him past mindless babbles and the occasional wordless cry.
And yet, every weekend, like clockwork, Percy went back to his room. Sat at his bedside and endured his maddened rambles. Ignored the sting of madness prickling his spine.
Percy sat, and he kept his friend company. Spoke softly and calmly as he told his friend about his week, never raising his voice, never letting any negative emotion bleed through into his tone. Brushed through his hair carefully, when Chris let him, and untangled the knots with gentle patience.
Week after week, Percy returned to camp.
Chris Rodriguez never recognized Percy, and, these days, Percy didn’t recognize him either.
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- Part 4 of silent tongues speak no prophecies verse
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bloody teeth and cursed sight by Tatortot367
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan
28 Apr 2025
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Percy had always seen more than he should. As long as he could remember, he’d dogged the footsteps of long-dead, ancient heroes in his dreams—Heracles, Theseus, Odysseus, Perseus, Achilles—sometimes the heroes he watched were younger, more recent, sometimes he stared at their faces in his waking hours too because he knew them, sometimes he watched himself.
His first dream had been the death of Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus, and he'd woken with phantom claws in his skin and dazzling light bursting across his eyelids. The death of a hero, he’d known then, even at the tender age of seven.
He’d thought then that he’d understood his destiny. He was the seer, the prophet, not the hero.
Then he’d learned who his father was, and he’d realized his destiny was that of a hero’s, too.
A hero, like the kind he watched in his dreams—Heracles, Theseus, Odysseus, Perseus, Achilles.
They thought him to be Achilles, he knew, though they never said it to his face. Great, brilliant, shining, god-like. Doomed.
Sword in hand, Olympus at his back, Percy was beginning to realize that he wasn’t Achilles.
He was Paris.
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- Part 5 of silent tongues speak no prophecies verse
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The world wasn’t made up solely of quests and deaths and wars, wasn’t made up entirely of fighting and betrayal and hatred. Life was comprised, mostly, of…smaller moments.
Or, alternatively: a bunch of small scenes and side quests that didn’t fit into the books. Not necessarily in chronological order. Will be updated a lot more sporadically than the main series.
Requests are welcome!
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- Part 6 of silent tongues speak no prophecies verse
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impressions of a mortal hero by Tatortot367
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan
30 Sep 2025
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That son of his was…different. Too perceptive sometimes, too oblivious others. Knew too much sometimes, too little others. Defiant and yet respectful, impertinent yet polite. He was a walking contradiction, it seemed. Oh, but he was a true son of the sea, that much was for certain.
Percy Jackson was an enigma. Even before she’d met him, before she’d realized what he was to Apollo, Artemis had known that he was…different.
That Percy Jackson boy was…interesting. Too smart sometimes, too perceptive sometimes, too secretive. Too disrespectful, certainly.
A series of first impressions and a little bit of godly perspective on the events of the books. Or, alternatively: Percy Jackson being literally impossible to hate for however many chapters.
Requests are welcome!
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- Part 7 of silent tongues speak no prophecies verse
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of lost oracles and taken memories by Tatortot367
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan
16 May 2025
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Percy Jackson was missing. Taken, they said. This, according to everyone Jason had spoken to, seemed to be a big deal.
The Oracle of Dodona, the favored prophet of Apollo, they called him.
The son of Poseidon, the Hero of Olympus, others said.
Our friend, the gruff girl from the Ares cabin told him.
Our brother, the head counselor of Aphrodite whispered.
The love of my life, Lee Fletcher said.
Jason wondered if, somewhere far away, there were people saying these sorts of things about him, wondered if he had people looking for him the way Percy did.
He hoped he did.
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- Part 8 of silent tongues speak no prophecies verse
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of forgotten dreams and frostbitten fingers by Tatortot367
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan
12 Sep 2025
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Percy Jackson knew one thing, aside from his name. There was a boy named Lee, and he was waiting for him.
Percy was quite sure that, if not for that singular piece of knowledge, he would be dead a thousand times over. Every time he stumbled, scraping his knees on the ground and struggling to get back up, that thought spurred him on.
There was a boy named Lee, and he was waiting for him.
Not even the slew of monsters straight out of the myths that seemed to have no purpose except to stop him from getting any rest, relentlessly driving him across the state, nor the migraines that pounded behind his skull every time Percy tried to remember where he came from, could keep him down.
Because there was a boy named Lee, and he was waiting for him.
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- Part 9 of silent tongues speak no prophecies verse
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of hard choices and haunted pasts by Tatortot367
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan
12 Dec 2025
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I can feel the rain again, Lee whispered, unaware that just below him, Percy Jackson was tilting his head up to the gentle warmth of the first day of summer like he’d never before tasted sunlight.
Reunited with each other after six torturously long months, Lee and Percy felt ready to take on the world. Which was great, considering that was kind of the plan.
But the Doors of Death were still open and firmly under Gaea’s control. And she had no qualms about letting out the worst of the worst monsters to stall them.
The longer the Seven spent on the Argo II, sailing for the ancient lands and trying to learn to work together, the clearer it became that while the past was the past…that past was far from dead.
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- Part 10 of silent tongues speak no prophecies verse