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Title: The Trial of the Chosen – Living in a World of Mutants

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus; AU

PJatO Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Rick Riordan for he created the awesomeness that is Nico di Angelo. And everything else related to Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus. Aside from the Gods, of course. They are all copyright by the old Greeks. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.

Warnings: shounen-ai, underage, explicit intercourse, masturbation, anal, hetero, shoujo-ai, mutants

Main Pairing: Nico/Percy

Side Pairings: Octavian/Percy, Leo/Percy, Ethan/Percy, Jason/Percy, Piper/Annabeth, Charles/Silena, Chris/Clarisse, Frank/Hazel, Grover/Juniper, Malcolm/Katie, Tyson/Ella, Jake/Will, Lou/Miranda, Drew/Thalia/Bianca

Percy Jackson Characters:

The Sirens of Poseidon: Perseus Jackson, Piper McLean, Silena Beauregard, Drew Tanaka, Lacy Hunnigan, Mitchell Logan, Tyson Jackson

The Fighters of Ares: Nico di Angelo, Clarisse la Rue, Frank Zhang, Chris Rodriguez, Bianca di Angelo, Hazel Levesque, Reyna Anderson, Mrs. O'Leary, Aurum, Argentum

The Crooks of Hephaestus: Leo Valdez, Nyssa Black, Charles Beckendorf, Jake Mason, Travis Stoll, Connor Stoll, Grover Underwood

The Hunters of Zeus: Jason Grace, Thalia Grace, Zoe Nightshade, Calypso Nightshade, Phoebe Burge, Hylla Anderson, Kinzie Cohen

The Avengers of Hermes: Ethan Nakamura, Annabeth Chase, Lou Ellen, Katie Gardner, Miranda Gardner, Juniper Gardner, Malcolm Cage, Luke Castellan

The Seers of Apollo: Octavian Simmons, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Ella Dare, Will Solace, Austin Barton, Kayla Hein, Alabaster C. Torrington

Court: Counselor Paul Blofis, Judge Chiron Brunner, Counselor Nancy Bobofit

Summary: Poseidon, one of the most powerful mutants, used his son to spy on his enemies. But what after they got caught? How will Percy struggle through the trial? And through love?

The Trial of the Chosen

Living in a World of Mutants

Prologue: The Trial Begins

"Give your name to protocol, please."

"Perseus Jackson."

"And what is your relationship to the defendant?"

"He is... my father."

"Ah. And how long are you living with your father now, Perseus?"

"About a year."

"And with how many men did he force you to sleep in that time?"


"Your Honor, tell the witness that he is still under oath."

"Young man, you have to tell the truth."

The truth. It's a simple concept, isn't it? It's not a lie, it's what's obvious, raw, pure, there. The truth. The one, sole truth. The only problem about the truth however is... there is none.

There is no ultimate truth in this world.

"He never forced me to sleep with anyone. I greatly enjoyed every second of it."

"That is unacceptable! Young man, would you please give your age to protocol."

"I'm sixteen."

"Sixteen. And with how many men did you... sleep willingly on the account of your father?"

Another one of those false concepts. The free will. We're all born with it. With the right to decide ourselves what we want to do. To choose our paths ourselves. But how? There are always the people around us – not only those close, but also society itself – that dictate us how to do things. How old we have to be, what gender... We're always defined through the outer circumstances.

We don't have a free will to decide what we want.

"Five, ma'am."

"Five men. And your father has nothing to do with it. What did he ask you to do?"

"He asked me to befriend the heirs of the Big Seven. Not counting myself here though."

"Befriend? Then how did you end up sleeping with them? Didn't he rather force you to bed them? I know you want to protect him, but you have to tell the truth. Why did you sleep with them?"

"Because I thoroughly enjoyed it."

"Okay. Starting again... Why did your father want you to 'befriend' them?"

"Because they are the heirs of the Big Seven."

"And what do you know about the Big Seven?"

"What every kid learns at school about them, I suppose. They are what remained from the original Olympic Twelve – the first great mutants to go public with their powers and help humans."

"And your father is one of them, isn't he?"

"Yes. My father is Poseidon."

"Then why should he need you to befriend the heirs of the Big Seven?"

And that exactly is where it gets complicated. Oh, well, I suppose it did get complicated earlier in the story. But let me begin... in the middle. It's more fun that way, isn't it?

The middle would be where we are at the moment. My father's trial. What he is in trial for? Incitement to prostitution. Who he forced into prostitution? Me. Well, at least if you believe the nice lady from the prosecution. Note the sarcasm. I for my part have a different tale to tell about this.

But before I can get started on my tale, I should probably explain the situation at hand first.

We live in a world full of mutants – human kind evolved more and more with the centuries. The generation of my father however was the first that stood strong and proud to what they were. Twelve of them – acting under the pseudonyms of the old Greek gods to protect their families and friends from the protesters and anti-mutant fraction – fought hard for a certain balance in the world. Though their plan didn't work properly. While mutants gained some acceptance in parts of the world, others only saw their use as weapons, started to catch and collect them, to force them into labor camps, special armies or wherever they and their abilities may come in handy.

To make it short, my father and his friends failed. Some of the original Olympics died at the hands of the government. Other went into hiding, building secret mutant organizations.

All with one aim though. To find the Chosen.

Mutations are separated into three categorizations. Body, Mind and Soul. A bodily mutation would for example be extreme strength or the ability to shift, anything related to the body. A mutation of the mind would include mind reading, extreme forms of eidetic memories, mind-stuff, you understand, right? And soul... that's the rare one. The one controlling an element, like fire or water.

The Chosen is a legend. The legend of one mutant with abilities of all three categorizations.

The organizations formed by the remains of the Olympians search the Chosen, believing be may bring peace to the world, unite humans and mutants, or fight the humans until mutants are free.

I'm Percy Jackson, I'm a mutant and this is the story of how I got involved in my father's search, what I did for it and how I may have broken five hearts by doing so...