Author's Note

NEW A/N (28/08/20): CURRENTLY EDITING ALL CHAPTERS! SORRY IF IT ALL SEEMS LIKE A MESS. I PROMISE IT GETS BETTER.

this is my first fimfiction story ever, so do be more open minded with this story. english is not my natural language so be patient if you find grammar mistakes or the like. as you can probably guess from the title, this is an AU of the popular story "your human and you" by madmaxtheblack, with a lot of percy jackson thrown in the mix. it will take elements from both source material but it will stray from it as to not make it identical to neither.

i just recently got into my little pony so my knowledge is limited to what i can find on the web, mainly from the wiki or from random youtube videos . if you guys see that i am making some sort of mistake regarding the main canon of mlp or percy jackson you can point it out and i will try to fix the damage and learn from it so that i can better improve my writing.

it is not mandatory to read the percy jackson series but it is recommended. however, if you don't feel like reading a lot of books just to understand the few references that will appear later on you can check out this wiki, from which i will rely heavily upon:

http://riordan.wikia.com/wiki/Riordan_Wiki

all kinds of comments are appreciated as well as constructive criticism.
help me help you to create a story that you all can enjoy.
without any further ado let's get this show on the road shall we?

Prologue: Into the Void

I felt myself falling, but that was the last thing i knew before the end.
Right before that, it was the numbness of the void crushing me. Beyond just my body, i felt as if the very essence of my being was condensed, collected together in a singular, miniscule point. Like being forced down a tiny hole the size of a pinhead.

It was not painful. It was not blissful or pleasurable.
It is...nothing. TRUE nothing. I feel nothing, and that is perhaps the scariest sensation of them all. A lack of anything made panic rise within me, a mechanical, almost animalistic response. A way to assure myself, my body and soul, that i still existed.

It is futile though.
Not the sacrifice in it of itself. Oh no, that was worth it. Taking out Gaia out of the picture for good will give them all a chance to truly live without the constant worry of armageddon.
But i had to go down with her. No exceptions or substitutes. So it said "insert prophecy number bleh here".
...
This was the end, i know this. There was no coming back from this and i decided that i was ok with that.
I expected there to be pain. Excruciating pain the likes of which no man or god could handle.
Or a heart crushing grief for all of my life's mistakes.
I never expected an absolute numbness. And yet, a small part of me expected nothing else.
This was Chaos after all: the primordial void. The source of everything. So it would seem logical that to become part of everything, one must first become nothing. Erase the borders that separated everything that made up...well, me.
There can be no "I" on everything, after all.

All of this took less than a second. From an outside perspective, it was already over. I was already gone and yet it is an eternity to me. Between the crushing and the falling, a lifetime could have filled what remained between the seconds.

By god, is it slow. I want it to be over, for all of it to be over. I guess, even as i die i just can't catch a break. I think i am sensing a pattern here. A pattern spamming the entirety of the tragic comedy that is my life.
It is already over for everyone, but here, within chaos...time is meaningless here. It will last for as long as IT wants.
So, with what little time, with what little eternity i have left, what can i do to distract myself from the process of becoming undone?

...

Well, they always say that your life flashes before your eyes at the end. Nothing of the sort is happening to me right now, but i can at least recollect the events that lead to this moment, if only to pass by the few seconds of infinity left in me, as i merge and lose myself completely to chaos.
Let's start simple:

My name is Noah Castellanos.
I am a brother.
I am a teacher and a mentor.
I am a demigod. Son of Thetis. The most powerful sea nymph in the world.
I was the wrath of Olympus.

Yes, that did the trick.

I see them now, the images... Like mirages in my mind's eye, all of my memories come to me without any effort.
The good, the bad...mostly just the bad.
God, now that i can really see it all like this, one memory right after another, it makes me realize how shitty my life was. How miserable i have been, with just the briefest intervals of happiness in between the shitshow that was my day to day.
Ever since that moment, burned into my eyes forever, of the only mother i have known and loved being mauled by a true monster; ever since that night, it has been just one disaster after another.

Though that is in the job description when you are a demigod. To all of us, life is rigged against us from the very beginning. "Occupational hazard" as some called it. "Just the family business".
"It could be worse" they said, as if it justified anything...

What a bunch of bullshit.

It doesn't matter anymore, but even now, here at the edge (and source!) of space and time, i can still feel the anger, the wrath i have tried so hard to contain through all these years.
If there is a single silver lightning to all of this is that this wrath that has brought such misery upon myself and others, will finally end.

A wrath born out of pain...out of loss...

There is a new memory now. A new picture.

There, in the darkness of what remains of my consciousness, lies the image of a boy, barely out of childhood, with black hair and sea green eyes. Hopeful, determined eyes that haunt me even now. It hurts just to think about him, even here where it shouldn't matter anymore.
But if there was any consolation to his death, was that he was spared of this fate. Percy is in paradise now, or as close as one can get in the underworld. A better man than him.
Elysium has nothing on Percy Jackson.

It was almost funny in a way. I spent the better part of my life raising him, protecting him, training and guiding him in any way i knew or could. But in the end, it was him that proved to be better in every way. Above and beyond what i could ever dream of becoming: a true hero. Nothing like the legends or myths the gods made up to disguise their pettiness and self centeredness.
No, Percy was the real deal. A real human being that cared. He simply cared, and that saved me more times that i could count.
Times where brute strength and a sharp mind weren't enough. Times where simply surviving didn't cut it.
I know little of anything else, but i tried percy, i really tried to be more like you. No blood connected bonded us. We knew it, and yet you kept reminding me of how much you loved me. We were family in all but blood.
But when you were gone i..changed.
I changed for the worse Percy...becoming less than a man and more of an animal. A weapon for the gods.
Are you ashamed of me?
Do you pity me?
Can you see me now?
Have i redeemed myself for killing you?

His image fades away, and with it the memory of him. A part of me fades away with it, never to come back here, in this world.
The end is close, but i am not even halfway done through my life.
My heart is missing. Where is my heart? It's not here, it was never here...where is it?
There is a new manifestation, a new image, flashing down on me as if to answer the question.

A girl, woman really, donned in silver. Tall, graceful, and gorgeously beautiful: dark brown eyes look at me and i could swear to all the gods and devils of the world that my body felt warm, even though i knew i no longer had a body. Her copper-colored skin tantalized and teased me, even now. Silky locks of dark hair hugged her strong yet regal face; a face that made the most beautiful Persian princess look like the ugly sister by comparison.

There it was...that's my heart.
Of the many regrets that i have, meeting you was never one of them my little Nightshade. Even if we weren't meant to be, know that my heart will never belong to someone else other than you.
Because you are my heart Zoe, you are my love.
...
Wow.
Even as i am dying i can't help but sound incredibly cheesy and corny. I hope Chaos gets sick of it and pukes me out, though i won't hold my breath.
Her image dissipates away too soon for my liking, but i don't have time to dwell on it. I literally have no time left.
I can feel it. Or rather, i cant anymore.
And soon but now and already done.
Confusing, but nothing else in my life has ever made sense so why start now.
As if summoned by my command, a barrage of memories crash through my mind, a parade of moving images and emotions, all connected through me.

I see my mother being mauled by the nemean lion.
I see myself, taking my little brothers hand and just running away from all of the blood and into the unforgiving streets of New York.
I see us in said streets, taking what we need, stealing what we didn't had and avoiding all kinds of monsters, mythical or just plain human.

Sometimes, humans could be worse than any monster.

I see little Percy.
I see myself teaching him all the things that should have been his by birthright. All the things that were robbed from him that night.

Time passed, taking its toll on the both of us.

I see our promised land. Camp Half-Blood stood at the distance, a minotaur hot on our tails.

From there on it is just a downhill of fleeting sensations and emotions. I can't hardly make sense of it all as time runs out for me.

I recall being blamed for stealing a weapon of immense power. A weapon i didn't believe to be real till that exact moment.
I remember descending into the underworld in search for such a weapon. The first, but certainly not the last time i would visit the realm of the dead.
I remember being separated from my brother when our lives got even more complicated. Quests and prophecies dividing us and the time we had for each other.

I remember a labyrinth. Foreboding and dangerous, filled to the brim with monstrosities i want to forget.
I can still feel the literal weight of the world in my shoulders. Threatening to crush me, and the world in a forbidden embrace that never should have been.
I see myself taking on more and more of these quests for the gods, time and time again for no real reasons.

Maybe i was looking for a purpose beyond taking care of percy, like some sort of identity crisis, i don't know.

I remember the revelation of my heritage, the truth of my reincarnated soul.
I remember meeting Thetis for the first time,. I can see the tears in her pale face, as if asking for forgiveness for all the things that had happened to me, and will inevitably happen to me.

I remember a war. A bitter, meaningless war. Demigods choosing sides, fighting the people they once thought as allies. A war were friends killed friends. Brothers and sisters killing each other for the sake of the world; for the sake of deciding which world order would prevail.

Traitors killed traitors and there came the awful sensation of having the one you though your ally, stab you in the back.

I remember the glimmers of the wrath surfacing within me, in the form of resent for the gods, who saw their children, their own flesh and blood, as nothing more than tools or weapons to use when suited. Nothing like an actual family.
Through the pain and loss, i see a hunter in silver. I remember falling so hard for my little Nightshade. I remember all i had to do just to get her to recognize me. It was worth it.
Her love was worth it, even when we were not fully free back then.
i see myself change even further. power streaming through my veins. power i could not even comprehend.
I remember becoming the strongest of my generation, gaining the favour of the gods in the process.
the blessing of the Styx and the curse of Achilles made my life restless and violent.

I see expanding my horizons, seeing a world filled with gods and men of all types i thought i would never encounter in my lifetime.

But then there is pain.
Nothing physical. just the pain of my heart breaking in two.

I see my brother falling. there is nothing i can do. he is too far away...
that is no excuse but i am rooted in place, a war around me and i cant move a muscle. mesmerized and too powerless to stop it.

...and then the blinding wrath was born, compelling me to completely destroy my enemies without a single shred of mercy.

...the undying rage that pushed me away from the love of my friends.
...
the images finally banish, and i am left alone. alone in the depths of chaos and just...alone.
i hate being alone.
It just stings so horribly.
But now it doesn't matter.
None of it matters now.

There it is now. the numbness is spreading. i will follow soon after and the man known as Noah Castellanos will banish from the face of the earth, taking with him the earth primordial and mother of all. If it weren't so depressive it might end up making a pretty good legend.
"The man who saved the world by destroying the World". It sure has a flair to it, doesn't it?

Nut at least it will end, right?
No more fighting.
No more crying.
No more loss or suffering.
No more broken hearts.

But that also means no more family.
No more love.
No more happiness.
No more me.

No more.

And among the plentitude of mistakes and regrets that bloody my ledger, leaving the few friends i have behind is going to hurt the most. more for my sake than for theirs. as far as i am concerned, their lives are better off without me in them. but i will miss them.
i will miss them alot.
I spend my final moments moping about how horrible my life has been, about how i wished i had never realized my own heritage, but they made it bearable. even after i lost percy. specially after...

They cuenched the wrath that was born in me the day my brother died.
They made my life somewhat complete after the void that Percy left behind.
It isn't fair to them that i failed to sometimes who them my gratitude and love.
Then again...this world isn't really fair at all, is it?

Understatement of the century.

There...
The second is over.
So, once more...from the top till the end.

My name is Noah Castellanos.
I am the son of Thetis.
The Wrath of Olympus.
Brother.
Mentor.
Friend.

...

My name is Noah Castellanos.
I am the son of Thetis.
The Wrath of Olympus.

...

My name is Noah Castellanos.

...

My name is-

And then he was gone. undone, unmade, deconstructed molecule by molecule. dust to dust, the one that was once known to the world as Noah Castellanos no longer exists in this plane of existence. At the same time, another the being known as Gaia, mother of the world, suffered the same fate.
Neither of them were spared.

Such is the way of chaos. But if there is one certainty about the primordial void, is that it is uncertain.

And now, at the climax of narration, at the apex of fate, events will unfold in ways even the immortals can't comprehend.
Chaos transcends thought.

It transcends the concept of lucidity and madness while also being tied down to them.

It is free of fate, and yet it works within it.

There is no knowledge unknown to it.

Nothing is hidden from its sight and grasp.

It is everything and nothing, all at once, shifting between the two planes like a pendulum.

Good and evil are nothing but a bad joke to it.

It stares at the movement of the atoms and the rotation of galaxies and sees little difference between them.

Who can possibly comprehend such inmensity, such and eldritch concept too far above the mind of gods and men alike. Who can possibly question it, when it will never consider you?
Who can stand against it? Who can match it in size and power?
Who can negotiate with it? Appeal to it? What could such a being want from you?

So there it is. There is nothing to be done about it.
Chaos will do as chaos does: What it wants.

So what does Chaos want now?

Well...why don't we ask Noah?