A/N: Alright, so what happened was life. Last year, I stopped writing a Percy Jackson story because I lost interest and I didn't have the time. Well, I was having a hard time just letting it go. About two weeks ago, I went back through and re-read my earlier work in The Dawn of A New Age. And basically I hated every work I wrote. But I still really loved the premise of it. After sitting down, I came up with a different take on my idea and I think I have something good here.

It's different. Originally, I had the first chapter up, but I didn't like the way it ended. It was awkward and weird, so I combined the first three chapters into one big long chapter. The first third is slow but it gets better.

So, please give it a chance. That's all I am asking. Enjoy.

I down the last of my cold coffee as I walk into my first hour class. It's bitter but I welcome the rush of caffeine. After another long night of research, I am struggling to stay awake. Seeing my best friend Percy in the back near our desks, I chuck my empty coffee cup at his head. As it nears him, my smile grows wider. I have never been able to catch Percy off guard but it looks as though today will be the day. And…and…damn! His head whips around so fast all I can see is a blur of black hair. Catching it right before it hits his face, he yells, "Not today, Colin Duvall, not today."

"Damn it. How do you do that every single time?" I ask, completely serious.

"Because I know its coming."

"But how?"

"Dude, you throw something at me every single morning. It doesn't take a genius to catch on." I figure that Percy didn't mean to insult me. He's not like that especially considering he's a bit slower sometimes in the mental department.

"Have you seen Parker yet?" I ask Percy. Since his step-dad works here, Percy is one of the first people in the school.

"I'm right behind you, you idiot." Parker says. "Whoa, you look like death." I hear Percy snicker but when I turn to look at him, he composes himself.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Stayed up way to late last night." I know I should just let my research go and just give up. But I can't. And I don't really know why. Parker just gives me a disapproving look and rushes past me and Percy to put his stuff down.

"Did you guys hear Olympus' news last night? They are planning on having another press conference and this time the major gods are going to be there and stuff." Parker says. I just roll my eyes. Of course I know the news about Olympus. Ever since the Greek gods and goddess came down off their high pedestal and told the mortal world about themselves, I have been obsessed. Any development, major or minor, I know about. That is what my research is about-I'm trying to learn everything about the ancient Greeks. I probably know the most about any topic-past and present-including information about the mysterious all powerful demigods.

"Come on guys. Let's just talk about the baseball game last night. I don't want to talk about any of this stuff anymore." Percy has always been like this. At first, he seemed somewhat curious about the Greeks, but then I guess it wore off and now he never wants anything to do with the Greeks.

"In a minute. Do you think the gods will say anything more about what's going on?" I ask Parker. All us mortals know is that there is a shadow war going on with monsters. I guess it isn't a shadow war anymore. In fact, it is pretty common to see monsters on the street nowadays. But they never seem to bother the mortals.

"I hope so. I don't like being in the dark. What frustrates me most is that they aren't saying anything. I mean, you can't just drop the bomb that not only do Greek gods exist and every other creature ever written about, but also children of the gods are real! That's what is frustrating. You can't tell who they are, not unless they want people to know." It is weird seeing Parker like this. Normally he is all cool and collected but he becomes a bit fired up when it comes to the Greeks. It all started two months ago. That is when Zeus, the head honcho of the Greek world, dropped the bomb that the Greek myths were, in fact, real. Of course, nobody believed him. I mean, who would? Then that led to an angry Zeus, who tore down the Mist, the thingy that kept us mortals from seeing the mythological world. And then came the wide spread panic. People were up in arms, trying to make sense of the world around them. And then they came. The monsters were everywhere. Trust me; it was awesomely terrifying to see a hydra in the park. But they never attacked mortals, never, unless there was a stupid one who engaged in conversation with one. Anyway, after the big shock, things pretty much went back to normal. Sure, there are some people who are completely against the gods and there are some like me who want everything to do with the gods, but most people, like Percy, really don't care all that much.

I hear a bell faintly ringing in my head. It took me a second but then I realize that it was the school bell.

"Alright class. Get out your homework from last night." The teacher says. I sit down. I suppose it is another conversation for another time.

I trudge through my morning classes and sigh with relief when lunch finally comes around. After grabbing lunch from the cafeteria, I see that Percy and Parker are already sitting at our normal table. Parker is eating the school's chicken sandwich and Percy is looking at his phone.

"Who are you texting Percy? Would it happen to be a Miss Annabeth?" I ask, teasing him. When I met Percy freshman year, he already had a notorious reputation as the kid who blew up the school. Although the records don't officially say anything according to Percy, he was still stuck with that image. Anyway, he was an odd one and if we didn't have an English project, Parker, Percy, and I probably wouldn't have become friends. Percy was always gone and somewhat secretive. He was gone all freshman summer and then he mysteriously left sophomore year only to show up at the beginning of junior year, this year, as if nothing happened. When I asked why he was gone, all he said was that a family emergency popped up. But anyway, now he can't go, like, two minutes without checking up on his girlfriend.

"Shut up Colin." Percy mumbled.

"You seriously need to get a girlfriend." Parker said to me.

"And you are one to talk. Where is yours?" I shoot back to him. Parker just gives me a glare.

"You know that I am too busy right now to get a girlfriend." That's Parker, always the responsible one, putting family before his self. "Why don't you ask someone out?" I glance down at my sad looking meal. There is no way in hell we are going to talk about this now.

"So, Percy, you watched the basketball game last night, right? What did you think of that amazing jump?"

I zip my jacket up as I walk home. It is a bit colder than I expected. The sky is cloudy and gray, as though it is contemplating whether or not to rain. Or snow. It is cold enough that it probably could.

It is a short walk from school to the apartment where my family lives. I glance at my watch. 3:30 p.m. Mom should still be at work. She won't be home for another four hours. Dad is probably sitting on the couch, watching TV. You would think he would have found work by now. It has been a year and a half since he was laid off, but he still can't seem to find a job. Just one of the many arguments my parents have.

I open the door to the apartment with my key and walk in. Home sweet home.

"Hey, how was school?" My dad calls from the living room area. I grit my teeth and walk to him. We go through this everyday. He asks this question or a variation of it, I give him the same answer and then we ignore each other. I go to my room. He stays here.

"Fine. Didn't really learn anything." I turn around, ready to leave, but then he changes the routine.

"I heard from your brother." Dad says casually. I freeze in my steps.

"Eric? You heard from him? What did he say?" I ask trying to keep my excitement contained.

"He sent a letter. He gets to come home for Thanksgiving." This is big news, great news. I haven't seen my older brother for two years, when he signed up for the army and left.

"Have you told mom yet? Thanksgiving is in three weeks, she is going to go crazy." I tell dad. All of a sudden, today doesn't seem too bad. In fact, it is has been positively great.

"I did. She is ecstatic." My dad actually turns around and smiles, which is a surprise, since I haven't seen him smile in a while.

"That's awesome." I stand there awkwardly, unsure of what to say next. "Anyway, I should probably go do my homework before this big conference."

My room is fairly small, just big enough for a twin sized bed, a small desk, and a dresser. Posters of action movies and sports team cover my walls. My desk is covered in papers and sitting on top of them all is my laptop. Technically, it is not mine. It's Eric's. But I get to use it until he comes back for good. I kick dirty clothes away from my chair and shove loose papers off the desk. I drop my math book on my desk and it makes a satisfying sound as it smacks the desk. I open the book and attempt the first problem, but I can't finish it. I put the pencil down and lean back in my chair, rocking it back and forth. After a few minutes, I look back at the problem, but my eyes stray to the only picture of my family in my entire room. It was taken right before Eric left. It was back when we were a happy family. In the picture Mom and Dad are smiling at each other. Eric is looking straight at the camera, with his arm slung around me. And of course I am copying Eric, looking at the camera with my arm around him. This was before my massive growth spurt. I was still short, battling acne, and I don't even think my brown hair was even brushed. I remember asking Mom if I could go get a haircut. I wanted it buzzed just like Eric's. She let me and I hated it. I was glad that my hair grew back quickly.

But then Eric left and everything seemed to fall apart.

Forcing myself to look away from the picture, I return my attention to the math problem I am attempting. Normally math comes fairly easy to me, but today I can't focus. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wonder if this is how Percy feels all time. However, it is way back there and all I can think about are the Greek gods. Most of everything about them is researchable. The past is the easiest considering the myths are already written and analyzed. So it is easy to put together clues about the present. I can look up monsters and gods and know about them. I know how to defeat a hydra if I see one, or where to hide if one is after me. I know about the gods and their personalities. Sort of. I know what to do to keep on their good side, not that I will ever meet one, but it is still good to be prepared.

No. What is the most frustrating and confusing are the demigods. Parker hit it right on the nose. All the old demigods are dead. Like Theseus and Orion. And information surrounding them is unclear. All that is really known is that they are half human and half god, making them very powerful. They are the heroes, the protectors. And in the 21st century, they are all new. Past myths won't help me at all. So I am hoping that the press conference tonight will clear up the air.

Its 11:30 p.m. by the time I climb into bed and turn my light off. My head is still reeling. The 12 most powerful Olympians were at the conference tonight. They didn't look like gods though. They were dressed up, but they looked completely normal, human. The only difference was the eye color. They were much to clear. It was slightly unnerving. They answered the normal questions, who they were, what they do, how much do they interfere in human lives, if there was anything dangerous going on.

But with the last question there was some slight concern. Zeus actually hesitated. He started to go say something but then stopped. It was Poseidon who answered. This was the first time he's ever made a public appearance, so it was kind of a big deal for him to speak. But he actually seemed pretty cool. He was the only one not completely dressy. He wore a button down, beachy looking shirt with dark jeans and didn't seem stuck up like the others.

"A few summers ago, there was an uprising. Kronos, the Titan King, was pieced back together and attempted to restore himself to power. And just last summer, the giants were waking up. Both times they were stopped by a group of demigods, led by my son. They fought and won, so there are no threats at this moment." My breath caught as Poseidon continued talking. A war. Two wars that nobody had any idea about. I wasn't the only one interested in this news.

"What do you mean the demigods fought? Where you guys? Why did you not help?" A reporter asked, camera lights flashing at the gods. I saw all 12 of them sit back and glance at one another. They seemed uneasy.

"During the Titan War, we were helping to bring down Typhon, the father of all monsters. He was the storm system that destroyed half of the country. The demigods were left to save Olympus. They defended New York City. And last summer, we were…incapacitated. In order to bring down the giants, there had to be a conflict in our personalities." Athena, a beautiful goddess with gray eyes, explained.

"Please clarify a conflict in personalities." Someone asked.

"No comment. Any other questions?" Zeus said briskly. He seemed to be uptight and controlling and that was just what I got through interviews on TV.

"Yeah. Who are these demigods? How old are they?"

"Well, they aren't the ones from your stories if that is what you are asking." Poseidon said with a smile. My mouth dropped open. A joke. A god just made a joke, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. But then he turned serious. "They are our children. There are just a few because…well, they don't always live very long. The more powerful a demigod is, the more likely they are to be hunted and killed. And unfortunately," at this point, his voice got very soft and his eyes became sad, "my son is the most powerful. I hope that answers your question." By this point, I was almost falling off the couch, as though that could help me get closer to the conference. I thought there would be more questions, but it seemed as though the gods didn't want to talk anymore. And now I am lying awake on my bed, with my mind racing a million miles an hour.

This was more information than I have ever been able to get. Two wars. There have been two wars. Probably with death, I don't know. But it isn't possible to have war without death. And it was demigods who saved everybody and defended them all. Look at what they have done with their life. They are probably only a little older than me and already they have become heroes. And here I am, completely ordinary, with no special set of skills. I will never be as great as they already are. Why wasn't I born a demigod?

I walk into class in the morning and hold my empty coffee cup. I see Percy at the back again and lift my arm to throw the cup when I remember what Percy said to me yesterday. Slowly, I lower my arm. I need a new strategy. So, instead of throwing something at him, I put the cup in the trash.

When I look up, Percy is staring at me. Somewhat weirded out, I make my way toward him. When I get to my desk, Percy is staring with his unusually green eyes.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I ask him. I dump my backpack in my seat and pull out my math binder. I finally finished the homework as I ate breakfast this morning.

"Oh, sorry. I was just thinking." I want to raise an eyebrow, but since I can't, I don't humiliate myself.

"But why were you staring at me?"

"You didn't throw anything at me today." Percy says, as though he can't believe it. I sigh.

"Yes. I remembered what you said yesterday and I put it to use."

"Good, that's good. It's all about strategy. Who knows, maybe one day it could save your life." What is Percy doing? He has never acted this way before, not in the years I have known him. All serious and mentor like.

"Are you sure you are okay?" I ask again.

"Of course I am fine." I just give Percy a look that says, 'if you say so'.

At lunch, I told Percy that Eric is coming home for Thanksgiving.

"Seriously?" Percy asks.

"Seriously." I say with a smile. I was going to let Parker know at lunch as well, but he hasn't be seen all morning. He wasn't in first hour and Percy hasn't seen him in his other classes. It is unusual for Parker to miss any school, so something big must be going down. That was when I saw him come into the cafeteria, practically running to our table. When he gets to our table, he is out of breath, his backpack is falling off his shoulders, and he seems frazzled.

"Whoa, you okay?" Percy says, taking Parker's arm and guiding him toward a seat.

"Where have you been all day?" I ask.

"I'm fine, just had a lot going on this morning, but I have news to tell you guys." He takes a deep breath and points to my water bottle on my tray. I hand it over immediately and he guzzles the drink. Swallowing, he looks to Percy and then to me.

"Did you watch the press conference last night, with the gods?" I nod and am surprised to see Percy nodding as well. I wouldn't have thought he would even turn the TV on last night since he said Annabeth was going to be over.

"Well, apparently there is a group has been gaining power. They are against these gods and anything associated with them. They don't have a name, but today they staged a protest. My mom was already out of the house and my dad got called out, so I was stuck with the kids this morning until Owen's kindergarten class started." Owen is Parker's little brother who is five years old and Ellie is his sister who is in fifth grade, so Parker gets stuck babysitting them sometimes. His parents trade off on work so they can stay home in the morning with Owen while the other goes to work. His dad is a police officer and his mom is an accountant.

"This group is calling for the eradication of the gods, their children, and the monsters. Anything supernatural must go. Apparently after watching the conference last night, they have deemed the Greek world unsafe for the mortal world and a threat to humanity." I sit there in stunned silence. How could this happen? The monsters don't bother anyone and the gods were protecting us mortals. It's outrageous. But whatever I was thinking was nothing compared to Percy. He sat there with his mouth wide open, in shock like I was. But then he changed. His face hardened. His fists clenched into fists and his eyes looked as though he was having a difficult time controlling something. Then, with no warning he stood up and slammed his hand down on the table. I have never been scared of Percy before, he looks as though he couldn't hurt anything, but today I was terrified.

Percy looked up and saw Parker and I. It was if he could recognize us because his face closed up, wiped of all emotion. "I'm sorry, but I must go call Annabeth. I forgot I promised her I would do that." And then he left. Parker and I watched him retreat in silence.

"What was that?" I asked. The sounds of everybody else eating continued. Nobody noticed what was going on at our table. There were still sounds of laughter and conversation. Nothing had really changed, but I felt as though a mountain had just moved.

"Perhaps he cares more than he lets on." Parker suggests. I shrug and go back to eating my sandwich.

"One question or maybe more. I don't know. How does this group plan to get rid of the gods and the monsters and everything? I thought the gods were immortal." I ask. It's now Parker's turn to shrug.

"I'm not completely sure. My dad said they arrested one guy who gave them some information. And what I'm going to tell you now, you cannot say anything. This is not public information and I only know this because I eavesdropped on my dad." I give Parker my word not to say anything and then he continues. "The group is going to target the demigods. Since they are half human, they can be killed using normal means. The groups hope is that once all the demigods are dead the gods will fade-an immortals way of dying."

"But what kind of logic is that? How do they know they will fade?" I interrupt.

"They don't know. But they are hoping that with no children, the gods will be depressed enough to fade. It's a stupid faith but it is what they believe. Anyway, they are going to try to find the son of Poseidon. Their strategy is that if they take down the strongest, the others will fall into place." I sit back in my seat. It's a lot to take in. It can't work, it can't, but there still is a possibility that it will. The gods have been around since almost the beginning of humanity, and they were the reason that advances had been made.

"We can't allow this to happen." I say to Parker. He nods at my assessment, agreeing with me.

"How are we going to prevent it though?" Parker asks. I think back to last night, at how completely helpless I felt, how useless everything was.

"We are going to find the son of Poseidon."

A/N: Sorry it is so slow right now. Please give it a chance. I promise it gets better. And I will finish it. Right now I have almost all the chapters done. Updates will be on Mondays and Thursdays. (Please Review, they give me constructive criticism on how to make my writing better.)