Author's Notes: Ah, yes. Welcome to my new story. So, I hope you enjoy this FanFic. I had stumbled across the idea while reading up on some stuff. Of course, I'm not stealing it or anything. I do hope you enjoy this and that you will stick with me to the bloody end. Unlike my other FanFics, this will be my biggest project – the first of its kind in my FanFiction career. Please note that each chapter in this FanFic will be much longer compared to chapters in other FanFics that I have written prior to this one. So naturally, updates for this FanFic will not be consecutive, or uploaded timeously, so to speak. Anyway, I do hope you enjoy this. Now, on to the story!

*DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except the plot and some other stuff*

It had always been the same dream, over and over and over again, for months now. It ravaged through Percy's mind every night and haunted him every day. It had no mercy. It wasn't scary either. It seemed to be a historical moment in the family. He really had no idea what to make of it. He would enter his room, greeted by his large canopy bed. He would look around to find his textbooks and table he did homework on. His parents had set up a forty inch flat screen television onto his wall. The room was almost as huge as simple apartment with rather large windows a space heater and even his own, personal air-conditioner. He would remove his clothes and collapse on be, only to be greeted by the same dream.

SALEM, 1705

Fifteen people would be gathered in majestic room. It was bedecked with amazing decorations. However, they seemed to be from another century. Fifteen different thrones, all of different varieties, one ranging in obsidian black and another pure gold would be in a majestic hall or room of some kind. The thrones were arranged such that it formed an inverted U. In the center of the arrangement of thrones, fourteen people would be speaking until a woman would enter the room. She was slender, beautiful and had hair as black as the night. Her eyes were grass green and her face nearly looked timeless. She had on a warm smile, but her eyes always bore the coldest emotions imaginable. Everyone would cease their mumbling and take their seats while she waited.

"Greetings, members of the House." She said in a harmonic voice that reminded Percy of singing angels. "I trust all of you are well. Now, on to tonight's meeting." She walked over to the largest throne that looked earthen and took a seat, her black dress billowing around her.

"I call the council to order." Her voice rang out through the hall. "Now, it has been brought to my attention that we have new rivals to the House,"

"Yes," said a man who looked sickly pale. He had eyes that were deeply golden and brown hair. He looked quite young, but seemed to be older than what Percy saw. He sat on a throne next to the woman with green eyes. His throne looked like a grandfather clock, made of dark oak and velvet cushions. "That would be the House of Olympia. They're ravaging the city and tearing apart people with their…magic." The man spoke. He said the last word as if it were a sour grape that had been rotting for weeks and had the incredible displeasure of eating.

"For some reason, they think they can challenge us." A beautiful woman pointed out. She had high cheek bones, beautiful lips that were a deep shade of red and blonde hair that fell well past her shoulders and curled at the tips. "That mere imbecile, Venus thinks that she can compare to me!" The woman said, inspecting her well-manicured nails.

"She should burn to death," the woman carried on. "And, I for one, think that false beauty must be defeated with pure ugliness."

"Silence, Aphrodite!" The woman with the timeless face snapped. She motioned to the man who spoke first. "Continue, Kronos." She said.

"Yes, thank you, Gaea." Kronos said. "Yes, well, they're dabbling in other kinds of magic. They want to overthrow us." Whispering broke out between everyone. The woman who was called Gaea sighed heavily, rubbing her temples.

"Need I remind you, that the House is more powerful than some idiots who have started out in the Arts of Warlocks and Witches? We stand for the good, trying to protect our home." Gaea said. Some of the people in the room calmed down, silencing themselves. But, as Kronos took his seat, another man stood. He wore a very dark blue pinstripe suit and had a stern look on his face. The man had pitch black hair and intensely green eyes.

"We must protect our children, our home and our magic." He said in a stern voice. "If we have no one else to continue our legacy, then it pointless to have these gatherings. We must act now and destroy the House of Olympia before the House of Olympus goes down in flames." Gaea seemed to consider this.

"Very well, Zeus. I will conjure a spell shortly to enhance the defense of Olympus. I think it is time that I blessed the House once more. Take your seats of power, my brethren." Gaea said.

Just as everyone sat down, Gaea stood, her eyes ablaze with green flames and her dress shifting between a robe made from dust and grass. She raised her hands to the ceiling and she erupted into green and blue flames. She still stood there, unharmed by the flames. Everyone's seats began to glow with a different colored light. One was purple, like lighting. Another was black and another was blue. Those thrones seemed to glow the brightest.

"Kronos, Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Hera, Athena, Aphrodite, Demeter, Artemis, Apollo, Dionysus, Hephaestus, Hermes and Ares!" Gaea said in a much more intimidating voice. "I name you protectors of Olympus House! From this age and onwards, your children you shall protect without a doubt. Fight with magic and bestow upon them your gifts, let no mortal know your secret twist. Do not allow mortals into our coven, for surely, your bones will be broken. I issue this blessing, upon you the Crests of Magic, nor shall your ending be tragic!" when the last word was uttered, the golden chandelier that hung directly above Gaea exploded into lighting, arcing all over the place and finally striking each throne, slowly the tendrils of light thickening. The three thrones that shone the brightest erupted into flames – purple, blue and black. All three occupants began speaking.

"I am the sky," Zeus said. The next man to speak looked a bit like Zeus but had sea-green eyes and a slightly darker tan.

"I am the sea," He said. The last man to speak was sickly pale and had eyes that were pure black. His hair had been combed to one side and when he spoke, his voice scared Percy the most. It sounded like … well, Percy didn't know what it sounded like.

"I am death," he said. The next thing that happened, shocked everyone. A fireball, as big as a meteor, struck the room and blew a crater into the wall. What was outside seemed to be a really old-fashioned city. Immediately, Gaea spun to face the crater. A woman walked in with a smug look on her face. She had the same grass green eyes but rather different facial features. She looked more disciplined and authoritative.

"Terra," Gaea sneered. Terra seemed to be amused by this.

"Well," Terra said, in a sickly voice, "it looks the Olympians were busy." The rest happened in a flash. Terra lifted her hands and created a dust storm around her. When the dust cleared, there were fourteen people around her. They looked similar to a specific person in each room and had smirks plastered onto their faces.

"Be gone, Terra! This is a matter for the House of Olympus!" Gaea flicked her wrist and the people that joined Terra just moments ago were thrown back into the wall behind them by an invisible force. Terra stood there, her hands erupted into flames.

"You wish to challenge us?" Gaea said, her voice laced with rage. "You have no idea what you're playing with!" Terra sneered and launched a fireball at Gaea. Gaea moved her arms in front of her, forming an 'X' pattern. Immediately, the fireball stopped – midair – and grew larger. It turned into miniature whirlwind made from sand. Gaea surged both arms forward and the whirlwind of dust stormed towards Terra. It exploded as soon as it came into contact with Terra. But, when the dust cleared, Terra still stood there, her black robes billowing around her, her face contorted with rage.

Gaea still had her hands in front of her, as if to fend off another attack. After the fourteen people around Gaea seemed to snap out of their shock, they all stood on either side of her. Seven to the left, seven to the right. Terra sneered as the people that she summoned dropped to the floor and joined her the same way Gaea's ranks already did. Immediately, Gaea spoke, her voice blazing with power.

"You dare interrupt us?!" Gaea bellowed in rage. "You will suffer greatly for this, House of Olympia!"

"Please, you are pathetic!" Terra scoffed. She flicked her wrist and Gaea's face contorted with pain, dropping to her knees. Finally, the warlocks and witches around her decided to act. Zeus spoke a word that immediately ceased all chaos and holds on their side. Lightning broke out, arcing throughout the room and striking at people the people who stood with Terra. Some of them summoned whirlwinds of ice, dirt, fire, et cetera and diverted the lighting strike while one man in particular deflected the lightning off of the palm of his hand.

"Jupiter," Zeus sneered in disgust. The man named Jupiter smirked and appeared to be carrying a cane. He struck the ground beneath him and immediately thunder shook the building. Cracks appeared in the walls all around them. Terra cornered Gaea somehow and summoned boulders that floated in the air. She urged her palms forward and the boulders sailed towards Gaea. Gaea brought up her palms to her face and shattered the boulders to dust. There were other battles happening, but oddly, only between two people – all of whom who looked sickeningly alike except for minor differences in their facial features. The man who claimed to be the sea had a trident – a three-tipped spear or even a large fork, if you will – in his hand. He spun it around in the air and immediately a miniature hurricane – about the size of an F4 tornado – swirled around him like a never-ending vortex. The man levitated off of the floor of the room to the middle of his hurricane and shot blasts of water and ice at anyone dared come near. One brave soul did. He looked a lot like the man in the hurricane, except he had a cold grin in his eyes.

"Poseidon!" The man outside of the hurricane shouted. "Leave your little ticks out of this and come face me!" The man in the hurricane – who was obviously Poseidon – sneered.

"You'll leave if you know what's good for you, Neptune!" Poseidon shouted. Poseidon launched his hurricane forward and slammed into Neptune. But as soon as he did this, the hurricane evaporated into mist and Poseidon came crashing down. However, he managed to save himself by slamming his trident into the ground, softening his fall.

That was not the end of it.

Immediately, cracks began to start from the points of the trident that were embedded into the ground. The building began to tremble violently. The cracks traveled all around the room and shattered the porcelain tiles, knocked over people that came with Terra. Then, the man whose throne glowed with black flames reared back both hands, forming a sphere of obsidian flames. His eyes glowed pure black as he launched the sphere into a man who made a golden spear appear out of thin air and vaporize the flaming sphere.

"Pluto," the man with black eyes, growled.

"Hades," the man with golden spear said, a smirk gracing his lips. Immediately Hades stomped his feet and skeletal hands broke through the ground, grabbing hold of Pluto, his smirking falling off of his face. Hades grinned maniacally as he flicked his wrist, causing Pluto to be dragged halfway through the floor.

What happened next made everyone stop. A piercing scream coursed through the halls, emanating from Gaea. The fourteen people that were with Gaea were taken by surprise. Terra had an evil grin on her face as her eyes glowed a sickly shade of green. She raised her hand, causing Gaea to dangle before everyone's eyes.

"Listen well," Terra said. "A curse upon your beloved leader!" The room was beginning to full with tendrils of green smoke as Terra spoke.

"Your Earth Mother shall not see the light of day, until the blood of innocent lovers are drained away. Should anyone but these lovers try to break her slumber, they will die from endless shudders. I decree the House of Olympus' lineage end here, for all children will die, be it a him or a her!" With that, Terra flicked her wrist, as roots as thick as oak trees broke through the floor, entangling Gaea. They spread up to her throat choking out very last breath, Gaea spoke her final blessing:

"I name you my children –" Gaea said as Terra began to shriek. "I name you the Guardians of Olympus. The Wielders of true Magic. Fight till the last breath, until Mother Earth wakes, to bring the House of Olympia dread!" Terra sneered as she made a choking gesture with her hands and Gaea's face was covered with roots, suffocating her to her likely death. The roots grew thicker and began to grow higher until it formed a magnificent tree. It looked like a weeping willow and an oak tree all at the same time. Branches formed accompanied by the most beautiful green leaves. Gaea's acclaimed children just stood there, their mouths agape. Terra turned around, with a satisfied smirk. She spread her hands, and the building began crumbling, slowly falling apart.

"Well, it's been fun, Olympians. For now, die!" With that, all of the people that accompanied Terra evaporated into thin wisps of vapor. Gaea's group still around in shock. Everyone looked to Kronos. He motioned for everyone to join them. Aphrodite began crying as did many of the others. Kronos, Zeus, Poseidon and Hades, however, were the only ones who weren't crying. The building began to cave in all around them and dust filled the air, choking them. The fourteen huddled together as Kronos spoke a simple word, muttering it under his breath. Immediately the building groaned as the ground caved in and the entire ceiling came crashing down, the huge chandelier heading straight for everyone in the group. There were piercing screams, as the building crumbled into dust and slowly, into nothingness, leaving only the tree of Gaea standing tall.

SALEM, PRESENT DAY

Percy snapped his eyes open to hear a banging on his door. Percy sat up, running a hand through his hair. He groaned as the banging on his door persisted. Standing up, Percy briskly walked to his vanity mirror slipping on some pajama bottoms. He ran his hand down his sweaty torso. Percy sighed as he walked to the door and opened it to find his mother standing there.

"Well," she said. "Someone decided to finally wake up."

"Morning to you to, mom." Percy said, yawning. His mom was rather beautiful. She was a few inches shorter than Percy. She had warm brown eyes, beautiful brown hair that cascaded well past her shoulders, curling at the ends. However, now she had her hair up in a lazy bun. She smiled warmly as her son stretched his arms above his head.

"You need to get ready for school." She said. Percy nodded and closed his door, despite his mother's protest. Since he had a bathroom in his bedroom, he was taking it easy. He went into his closet – walk-in closet, of course – and grabbed a dark blue T-shirt and a pair of black jeans. He tossed them onto his bed. Grabbing a towel, he headed for a shower. When he was done, he toweled his hair as he stood before his bathroom mirror. He let the towel drop to the floor as he grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste, working on cleaning his teeth. When he was done, he grabbed a pair of boxer-briefs and slipped them on, repeating the process with his jeans. He put his shirt on and quickly searched the room for his cellphone and wallet. Sighing, Percy went to exit his bedroom. He opened the door, only to be greeting by the smell of pancakes wafting through the air. He walked out of his room, along the hallway. Their walls were graced with marvelous pictures – in frames – of Percy when he was young, their family vacations and other various events. Percy reached the stairs and walked down into the lounge. In the center of the room, there was a magnificent fireplace. Three red couches faced the fireplace while the other part of the room contained a rather large flat-screen television set mounted on the wall. Again, three beautiful black couches faced the television set. Then, he heard his mother's harmonic voice call for breakfast. He chuckled upon entering the kitchen. It was rather large and had a breakfast counter. Whereas, like the lounge, the other side of the room was dedicated to a dinner table. Percy grabbed a plate as his mom placed a stack of blue pancakes in another plate. Well, he loved it. Percy chuckled as he grabbed some syrup, smothering his breakfast in the gooey substance. His father was the next to enter the kitchen, still a bit groggy.

"Morning, Poseidon." Percy's mom chimed. Yes, his father was in his dream and Percy was too afraid to talk to him about it. Poseidon smiled as he grabbed a plate and settled opposite Percy.

"Morning to you too, Sally." Poseidon said. "So, Percy. What's good?"

"Nothing really, dad. Just going to hang with our group as usual." Poseidon nodded at this knowingly.

"Well, I do hope you enjoy school." He said. Percy nodded in acknowledgement and continued eating his breakfast.

Mornings in the Jackson house always went like this. Never anything else. It was boring. Percy could admit that, however, his friends were an entirely different story. Percy munched on his pancakes for another five minutes before checking the time. It was just after seven. Well, Percy thought. Better get going.

Percy moved to set his things in the sink. He grabbed a quick glass of orange juice and downed it in one gulp.

"Well," Percy said shouldering his backpack. "I gotta run. See you guys later."

"Bye, sweetie." Percy's mom called as he walked out the door.

His mother really loved gardening. Sure their house had two stories and his parents were rather wealthy. But, his mom liked the outdoors. On one side of the yard, there was a massive swimming pool and on the other, his mom's garden. It was fenced with short bamboo strips of wood and had all the flowers imaginable. From junipers to roses, they were all there. There was a gray birdbath in the center of the garden and four stone paths that met the birdbath. It was quite a sight to behold every morning. Percy took a turn and jogged behind his house to the garage. He opened it with the remote control on his car keys and slid underneath the already retracting garage door. His car, was simple. Well, he liked to think so. It was a beautifully crafted Jaguar – the color of midnight. He liked it, a lot. He got in, cranked the car and exited their property via the back entrance to his house.

Percy drove along the roads rather quickly, not really bothering to catch his breath at the sight of other houses just like his. Oddly, just like his dreams, there were houses that were arranged just like the thrones in the majestic hall. And even though he knew every single family, there was a fifteenth house that he hadn't noticed up until a week ago. The house, was obsidian black and was surrounded by a wall that looked like multiple graveyard stones cemented together to create a stone fence. The grass was horribly brown, yet short and tame. Even though most of the surrounding houses on their street – known as Olympus Drive – had two stories, this one had three. The second floor of the house was an entire balcony that surrounded the entire floor. Perhaps they were balconies to the different bedrooms? Percy didn't know. He spurred on, exiting his drive to be greeted by the rest of their town. For some reason, the town they lived was still under heavy prejudice. Why? Because this is where the Salem Witch Trials were held so long ago. And up until this day, people think that those are still alive and waiting for an impending strike. Well, Percy thought, Can't fix stupid.

Their town was surrounded by a forest and even though it was quiet, strange things had begun happening. People would see the light of fires in the woods in the dead of night. There would be strange events after that, like people dropping dead, houses caving in and even people going missing. So, like idiots would, the townsfolk would blame it on these 'witches'. Unfortunately, the fifteen families that lived in Olympus Drive were accused of being those witches. There have been countless times when people would threaten to kill them or dump holy water on their children. Percy didn't really care, though. Not at all.

When he got to school the kids that lived in their drive – all of them his friends ever since he was born – were already gathered around the tree they hung around during every morning. It was an old oak tree that was about twenty meters tall. The only thing was that the roots were terribly gnarled and it was a sickly shade of ashy grey. The tree was dead, but they liked it that way. Percy parked his car and as he got out, he was greeted by the snarky comments and snide remarks of Kelli and Tammi – both of them cheerleaders.

"Ooh, the son of the witch approaches!" Kelli said. Tammi snickered.

"Morning to you too," Percy mumbled. Kelli regarded him with a look of disgust.

"Whatever," she said, flipping her hair over her shoulders. "We'll leave to your rituals in honor of the devil. Can't wait until you and your gang are hanged and your souls burn forever in Hell."

Percy kept a blank look etched on his face. "Say what you want to, Kelli. Just because our families aren't Christians doesn't mean you can say what you please. Not like we go around insulting your religion and –"

"Oh, but you do!" Kelli said. "Why, by rejecting the Church you have already insulted us!"

In that moment, some of Percy's friends began to walk towards him, noticing the bashing he was getting from Kelli.

"What's going on here?" Annabeth asked. She was really pretty. She had blonde hair that cascaded well pass her shoulders and startling grey eyes that would make someone terrified of her during their first encounter. Kelli smiled sweetly.

"Oh, just making sure that you all know you're going to burn in Hell when you die." Kelli spat.

"Well, if it isn't the local saint," Jason said. Jason was a cool guy. He had short blond hair, regal cheekbones, electric blue eyes and an athletic build.

"Yeah, Jason." Thalia cut in. Thalia, was rather short. She was Jason's brother and even though they were in the same family, you would swear that she and Jason weren't related. She had an athletic build and the same electric blue eyes. That was about it that she had in common with her younger brother. She was pale, had hair black as night wand always dressed as if she couldn't decide whether she was going for a gothic or punk look.

"Seems like she wants some attention because her family doesn't give it to her." Thalia continued, glaring at Kelli and Tammi.

For the moment, Kelli looked stunned. But that was quickly replaced by sheer anger. "You know nothing, you witch!" Kelli spat. When no one replied, Kelli huffed and stormed away, dragging Tammi with her. Percy turned to face his friends.

"Seriously?" He asked. They all replied with a vigorous nod and some smiled. Percy couldn't help chuckle. All four of them decided to join the rest of the group around the tree.

"'Sup?" Luke asked. Luke was rather scary when he wanted to be, but was kind enough to his friends. He had a good, even tan, was pretty muscular and also had icy blue eyes along with sandy blond hair. The striking thing, however, was the long white mark on Luke's face. It looked like a knife mark, but it wasn't. Not really anyway.

The story in town was that Luke's family were performing a ritual that involved slicing open their palms, but something went wrong when his mother passed him the knife. Apparently, she wasn't looking because people assumed she became possessed by the devil and she cut Luke straight down the cheek. Of course, it wasn't true. As far as he knew, they weren't like that. He was so sure that the families that lived on Olympus Drive didn't do what the town said they did. Oh, how wrong he was. Sure he knew the other kids could do some stuff. But, he was sure they did nothing evil. Yeah, well, he knew his family had magical … histories, if you wanted to call it that. And to help things, each and every person he saw in the hall were actually his friends' parents. Strange right? You have weird dreams about you friends' parents and you don't know what to make of them. Sure, he'd hear about the things they had done in the past, but he didn't think that they were that old. He seriously needed to talk to Luke and Jason about these things. They would know, Percy thought. He'd only found out that his friends could practice magic about a month ago. He didn't want to say anything to his parents, because of the things Luke had mentioned. Apparently, some guy named Gabe Ugliano had found out about the family's history and threatened to reveal them.

He was never heard from again.

"Just the usual," Percy replied, sitting down next to Luke who grinned like an idiot. Percy knew what was going to come out of the blond's mouth next.

"I think she has the hots for you, even though she thinks you're an evil witch." Luke said. The rest of the group busted out laughing. Percy really hated these idiots sometimes. Of course, if he told them, he would probably be blown to bits by magic. Percy never really considered dueling his friends with magic. Unfortunately, he couldn't. That would mean his parents finding out about his premature access to parts of his family's secrets and Percy would probably be punished if Kronos ever found out.

"Very funny. Just thinking if I should tell my parents about ... you know," Luke and Annabeth seemed to understand.

"Maybe you should wait until they tell you," Annabeth said, lowering her voice.

"If the heads of the family find out that you came to know about magic prematurely, you would be dealt with harshly. Even if it was because a pair of twins weren't using their heads!" Luke said. The twins were Luke's little brothers. Travis and Connor. Travis and Connor both looked the same. They both had blue eyes, brown, curly hair and the only way you can tell them apart is by their height. Travis was the taller of the two.

"Oh, come on Luke!" Travis said.

"Yeah, he was going to find out anyway." Connor said. Luke rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, well, if our parents find out, it'll be tickets for all of us." Jason said.

"Doesn't really matter," Percy said. Suddenly, all eyes turned to face him. "A new family moved into the Drive, and I didn't know up until a week ago."

Everyone in the group looked to each other for help.

"Yeah … that's the –" Annabeth didn't get to finish. The school bell sounded and it was time for them to get to class.

"We'll tell you later, Percy." Luke promised. They all got up and made for the school building.

It was quite impressive. There were four buildings, all of which dedicated to specific subjects. Building A was where most of the laboratories were and including rooms for Math. Building B was where the sport facilities were situated. Some outside the building, some inside. It contained the swimming pool, locker rooms, the gym, basketball court and shower stalls. Building B was closest to the baseball pitch. The baseball pitch was actually just a quarter of the entire ground. There was marathon track, a volleyball court and even a small area stationed off for tennis. Building C housed the kitchens for Home Economics, the Cafeteria and the English classrooms. Lastly, there was building D. that was the Administration Building but it also contained the student lockers. Yeah, their school was not an easy one to walk through to get to their next class.

Their principal was Chiron. He had a warm smile with warm brown eyes to go along with it. His brown hair was shaggy, yet it was neat. His beard was scruffy and he was rather tall. He was a kindhearted man and always did his best for the children.

Well, Percy had to get to class. He had English with Dr. Boring – no, seriously, that was his real name – and they were studying The Great Gatsby. Life couldn't get any worse.

Author's Notes:Right, then. That was the first chapter. I really do hope you've enjoyed this. So please, favorite, follow and review. Also, the next update won't be anytime soon since I have this very torturous thing called 'school'. Ever heard of it? This alone took me three weeks to complete. And, finally, should I continue this FanFic? Should I end it? Please, give me some feedback via your reviews. I would really like to know if you want me to continue. So, hugs and kisses. Love all round. And please review. I really find it depressing when you guys don't review. Bye for now. I look forward to reading all of your reviews.

~TheSun'sShadow