Greece...home of the wise Greeks that have invented and developed the basis of today's learnings

Rome...home of the brave and strategic Romans that created one of the greatest empires of all time. What could only be called as a strong example of Invictus, the unconquerable soul

Egypt...home of the ingenious Egyptians that mustered one of the most beautiful and powerful civilizations of all time

Scandinavia...home of the resourceful and perseverant Vikings who sailed through the seas with might and power

Greeks had Olympians. Romans had the Roman Pantheon. Egyptians had the Demon Gods. The Vikings had the Aesir.

Greeks clashed and lost to the Romans. Romans fought and defeated the Egyptians. Vikings traveled the lands of the Byzantine Roman Empire.

All hell broke loose when they fought angrily with each other. When peace swept all of their lands, we could only assume that it would stay that way.

Unfortunately, we were mistaken.

This time, though, its not mortals doing the fighting.

Zeus panted heavily, one knee on the ground as he struggled to support himself. Behind him was his throne, shattered and broken. By his right, he was barely holding his Master Lightning Bolt, giving off blue flickers of light as the tip touched the ground. He looked defeated, because his head never looked up.

"You're finished, Zeus" a lizard-like voice hissed

"Apophis..." he trailed

A large man came into view. He wore robes, made of what appeared to be sheathed snake skin. His eyes were like a serpent's, green and narrow, vicious and venomous. He had an evil smirk on his face. Trailing him were thousands upon thousands of slithering snakes. He walked toward Zeus, every step accompanied by a flurry of hisses from the snakes. He stopped right in front of the beaten sky god.

"Any last words?" the snake-like man asked, his hand raised as if he was about to cast a spell. Zeus grunted

The snake-like man croaked loud. "And to think that Loki nearly convinced me on how powerful you are. You didn't even match my expectations. How can you call yourself a god? Even Nephthys seemed like a stronger enemy than you. You're so pathetic!" He pointed the raise hand to Zeus "Good riddance, worthless god!"

Those were his last words before all the snakes charged the defeated god.

Percy Jackson woke up quickly after that. He sat up and glanced around his cabin. Everything was still at its place. He sighed.

It's not that Percy wasn't used to dreams like that. In truth, that's what most of his dreams are: not dreams. It was more of visions. And that's what troubled him

'What was that?' he thought to himself. Sometimes, visions would mean things that could and might actually happen in the near future. That was one of the...unique things that demigods have, aside from having dyslexia and ADHD. Sometimes, it would be useful to the dreamer. Often times, it was a pain. Unfortunately, that was what Percy Jackson's dream is.

Some visions had straightforward meanings. Others, most of the time, makes little to no explicit explanation at all. Yes, demigod dreams are a real pain. It makes him wonder if Morpheus even bothered to give them a dream at all. He sighed again

"When will I ever get a decent dream?" he asked himself. He already knew the answer: never. The sun was glaring its rays through the window, signaling everyone to wake up and start the day. Judging from its position, it was just 7:00 in the morning. He got out of bed and got himself dressed. No point in falling back to sleep. He'd just get another strange vision if not oterwise. And he was starting to get fed up with the visions.

He got out of his cabin and went straight for the sword arena, Riptide firmly inside his pocket

As he hacked as slashed the air, his mind drifted off to the dream that he had. Normally, he doesn't think about his dreams. Heck, he barely thinks at all. He found nearly easy, if not offensive, to believe that his head wasn't filled with a brain but of kelp. But somehow, he found himself thinking deeply. Maybe some of Annabeth's Athena-ness rubbed off on him.

It was Zeus, the king of the gods, being defeated by a snake-like man. Zeus addressed him as Apophis. Who the Hades is Apophis? Percy flipped in his mind all the gods and goddesses he knew, and mind knew he knew a lot, but he didn't know of any Apophis. And then, there were the snakes. One of Ares' sacred animals was the snake. If that's so, then how come it wasn't Ares who was controlling them? Did he miss any news about Ares' losing his authority over snakes to some other god names Apophis? He would've smirked at the thought of Ares losing something, they never did quite get along. But if it's because of Ares losing authority over the snakes that Zeus lost and died, then it's definitely no laughing matter. Apophis mentioned about Nephthys and Loki. Who are they? Other minor gods he didn't know of? He made a mental note to ask either Annabeth or Chiron about this.

What bothered him most, something he would rarely do nowadays, was that it was from a dream, and demigod dreams are usually visions; visions that have a possibility of happening. If that's the case, then he has to prevent it from happening. He sighed. He had to save Olympus' sorry ass. again.

The conch horn blew. It was time for breakfast. He was surprised. He was up by seven o' clock. Breakfast usually begins by nine. He was thinking for 2 hours. 'I was that deep in thought?' he thought. Then he realized what a dumb question it was and mentally slapped himself from doing so. He already saw a few campers walk towards the mess hall and decided to get some grub as well. He capped his sword, turning back into a pen, and placed it in his pocket. He walked out of the arena, straight for the pavillion.

The dream never ceased to bother him

Jason Grace sat up after experiencing the horrible dream.

He was in his bed sheets, all alone inside the Jupiter cabin-er, tent. He always wondered why Romans had tents while Greeks had cabins. It seemed unfair. Maybe because Greeks were laid back and Romans had to be always on the move? He sighed. Sometimes, he wished he was Greek. But then again, he was happy enjoying his time as a Roman leader. Technically, he didn't have a choice. All Jupiter kids needed to leaders. It was the way things went.

Ever since the Terra incident, the Greek and Roman demigods started mingling with one another. From time to time, some Greeks decided to visit the legion camp. They were all welcomed heartily. But the Roman way of welcome wasn't as heartily as everyone would think it would be. The Roman welcome is usually composed by a Gladiator battle. The Greeks might come out of the dome with a scratch or two, if not more. At worst, they might not come out at all. It was because of that that only a few Greeks come anymore. 'Sissies' he thought.

Still, it seemed to him that being relaxed Greeks were a lot more fun than being warfreak Romans.

The Greeks rubbed off on him. He mentally slapped himself for thinking that way.

He was grateful that he was the only Jupiter kid in camp, or else he would've been fish meat. In the Legion camp, no one is allowed to show any fear. Showing fear meant being weak. And weak people aren't allowed in camp. Showing fear was definitely suicide. The least that could happen was having their head mounted to the entrance. And that's the least that could happen.

Getting the whole camp to know that he woke up from a horrible nightmare would ensure just that. No one from the Roman camp wakes up from a nightmare. Only sissies wake up from nightmares. He'd be the laughingstock of the whole camp if ever they found out. Come to think of it, though, being a laughingstock seemed like a much better option than being headless. Oh, who was he kidding. Headless meant not even hearing the endless ridicule of his fellow legionnaires.

The Greeks really did rub off on him. Maybe even too much. Heck, he was showing weakness. He never showed weakness. Ever.

'I am not a sissy!' he said to himself 'I am not weak!'

He wasn't lying. Just like magic, the tension that he had from the nightmare suddenly disappeared. He got up from his bed. Judging from the sound coming from outside his tent, it was already time for the daily legion training. That would mean he was late. He dressed quickly and went out, meeting up with a bunch of impatient demigods asking him why he was late

"What took you so long, Jason?" Bobby asked "You usually wake up earlier than us"

"So?" Jason replied to his bespectacled friend.

"What do you mean 'So?'," retorted Dakota "do you know what time you woke up?"

"Um," he looked at the dull bluish color of the sky "6:00?" he guessed

"6:15!" Hazel corrected "That's 30 minutes late!"

Jason nodded at the thought. Then, someone slapped him in the face.

"You can't just nod, Jason" she said, glaring at him with stormy grey eyes "Do you know what Lupa will do to us if we're even a minute late?" Jason shrugged, which earned him another slap in the face "Gods, Jason. You've been back for 5 months. How could you not remember after so long?"

"Maybe because I was never late 'till now?" he replied sarcastically. She glared at him again, anger in her eyes.

"The Greeks really got to you, didn't they?" she said "You were once very responsible and strict. Now you're laid back and relaxed. Damn, I hate it" she sighed at her response. She turned her back from him and started running

"What's her problem?" he asked. The 4 who were left chuckled.

"Reyna's a perfectionist if you haven't noticed for the last 5 months" Gwendolyn answered "She doesn't want to have a smear on anything. She wants everything to be perfect. Typical Minerva spawns"

"Oh" Jason replied "Now I remember"

"It's been 5 months and it's only now you remember?" Hazel asked him, obvious irritation in her eyes. "Well, at least one thing didn't change. You're still a bonehead"

"Hey!" he exclaimed. offended

Hazel turned her back and ran, ignoring him all the way

"You should start running" Bobby urged, pushing him in the back as if gesturing him to move "You don't want us to get into more trouble than we are now"

"Funny how I got my first late after 5 months"

"It amazes as us well" Gwen answered sarcastically. "Now will we please stop stalling around and start running? We've got a lot more training to cover" She started running as well

"See you back here in 30 minutes" Bobby replied as he took off with a sprint.

Jason was left alone. Seeing no other thing to do, he ran.

'fault of one is a fault of the group' he thought of Lupa's words when he first became late a few years back. He remembered the puinshment he received along with his friends: 100-pound weights around the neck for the whole day. And Lupa even said that it was a light punishment. If that was light, then he wasn't looking forward for the heavy. He ran faster, catching up with Bobby along the way.

All the while, he was still bothered with the nightmare, scratch that, horrible, non-scrary dream he had. Jupiter, his dad, losing to a god named Apophis. Who was Apophis? a minor god he didn't know of? If so, then how was he able to defeat Jupiter so easily? this Apophis guy mentioned two other names: Loki and Nephthys. Who the Pluto were these gods?

Whoever they are, he had to stop it. Demigod dreams usually showed things that might happen in the future unless someone tries to stop it. And the dream he just had didn't give him a choice. He had to save Olympus. again.

Now he had to figure out who the Pluto he was dealing with.

RJS23423 here. This fic has a lot of first. First Crossover. First book Fic. First PJatO fic. First TKC in another chapter. first HoO fic. aside from that, it's my second fic. My first one's a bit neglected. For Pokemon lovers out there, you might want to check out my first fic, Power Hungry. It was once posted as Threat. Then, some computer issues *cough*slow internet*cough* came around. Long story short, the original post was gone. so i posted another one. It still has no reviews. anyone willing to do just that?

I don't like my starter chapter. It's...not exactly what I intend to give to my readers. Still, I hope you enjoy the story. I assure you, its going to be exciting

RJS23423 signing out. Peace