CHAPTER 1: HOW IT HAPPENED

Hello, reader of Percy Jackson! Do not believe the lies that Rick Riordan has told you! Well, I guess you could say that it was true until the "Hand me the knife," comment made by Luke.

You see, Rick wanted a happy ending so he made it happy. Percy didn't hand over the knife, Kronos took back over and killed Percy. Luckily, Hecate put a spell on Kronos where he can't go to divine form.

Well—that's just the beginning.

All the demigods who fought in the battle were killed. What happened next showed Kronos had half a heart. Or, maybe half of a half. Probably even half of that, too. He spared camp. Apparently he still wants a challenge so he left us to rebel.

To tell you the truth, until I came, no one was really fighting back,

What started the day, which started the battle, which started my camp life, which started the rebellion started like this:

The blown streets of NYC looked like an atom bomb had blown up. Our government wouldn't tell us what had happened. Later that day, I learned what had really happened.

My guardian, Katie, rushed up. "Help!" she yelled. I looked behind her to see what had scared her so much. A tank-sized, black furred, lava red-eyed hound bounded down the street. Toward—toward—me. I turned and followed Katie, rushing after her as fast as I could.

The huge paws came closer. I wanted to look back to see how close the huge dog was, but I was scared of the face. Scared of his—size. Three people jumped from the top of a building and held swords made of bronze. They rushed the hound.

I turned to see the fight. The people were thrown back, clearly hurt. They still fought, but failed miserably. Seeing the blood scared me.

Who were these people?

"Far left," said one. The others jumped and grabbed onto a clump of fur. They climbed up and stuck their swords into the hounds back, doing nothing whatsoever to effect the huge monster.

Then, back-up flooded from buildings. Soon, hundreds of people were beating down the beast. Then, green dust exploded from the dog-pile. The warriors cheered as they stumbled away, covered in the dust.

"You're the one they were after," said a girl, walking up to me, stooping in horror. I put a questioningly look on my face, not really sure what had happened. The girl sighed, clearly agitated. "C'mon. I'll explain."

Thirty minutes later, we were going into a summer camp looking place. Twelve cabins we,re shaped like a U, each looking different. I looked at the girl, who I now knew was named Sam, and she nodded. "This way, Jeremy" she said, and lead me to a cabin.

"The Hermes, where all the un-claimed go. Make yourself at home," said Sam, setting me in a small opening. She briskly left, shutting the door behind her.

I laid back, dreaming. Me being the hero of the world, me causing world peace—me ruling the world.

But it was interrupted me when a blonde haired, brown eyed boy tapped my shoulder. "Hey, I'm Ivan. I'm a son of Hermes. I guess—are you un-claimed?" he asked.

"I don't know what's going on," I replied honestly. It was true. No one had told me what was going on, and I didn't know what to think. Everything was happening too fast, and it was hard for my ADHD brain to keep up with everything all at once.

"Gods, Chiron has to catch you up. We're the only survivors of the demigods. Kronos spared us to watch us rebel, so we'd die in war. He likes war. We try to avoid it," Ivan explained.

"Well, why don't we take him down?" I asked.

"He's too strong," whispered Ivan.

"I saw everyone here! We can group and take down one person!" I said.

"Kronos has an army bigger than you could imagine," Ivan pointed out.

"SO DO WE!" I retorted.

"Not big enough. Add a million to us and we'll still lose," said the son of Hermes.

"No—y'all aren't willing to try!" I accused.

"Rebelling is impossible. Kronos is invincible," Ivan argued stubbornly.

"So was Hitler," I whispered to him, "And now he's in his grave."

Why aren't they fighting? Why aren't they getting their freedom? These thoughts ran through my mind wildly. It was hard to be thinking those thoughts, since I hardly even knew the people here.

"Listen—we're all scared, I'm sorry," said Ivan.

"I'm not! Why can't you get that? I WANT KRONOS' HEAD!" I roared, punching the air.

A horn suddenly blew and Ivan said it was time for lunch, completely ignoring my out burst. We headed to a pavilion and sat on table eleven.

"Why are you scared?" I asked.

"Because—even Perseus Jackson couldn't beat him," said Ivan.

"He could be Zeus and I wouldn't care," I said, getting in his face (Yes, I did some research!) Ivan pushed me away. I was determined. I had to do this!

"Yes, you do care. Zeus had the Master Bolt, Kronos has his scythe. It almost over-powered the Master Bolt," said Ivan.

"Listen: I believe even Demigods—when we put our hearts to it—can overthrow Olympus. Not Olympus, intentionally. Maybe Othrys. Yeah, Othrys," I said, mentally checking my myths.

"I don't think anyone would want to follow you," said Ivan, awe-struck, pointing at something over my head.

Cliff hanger, ooh! Sorry it's rushed and short- and un-clear- but it's supposed to be un-clear! It's made to be confusing! It's supposed to make you GUESS!

~Derek