Hey demigods! This is SoulHorse here! So, most of you guys know that this story was originally uploaded on my account, but April and I agreed that we should move it to our collab account. Which is this one. Well, we kinda agreed. Something along those lines. I pitched the idea, but April kinda not really gave me a clear answer? Oh well. So, this part is the prologue and it's written by me…yeah.

This also has some other characters from other fandoms, but they only make cameos; this story is purely PJO. Also, both April and I and two of our friends came up with this idea…a year or so ago…while we were supposed to be doing work…

Disclaimer: April nor I own PJO or Elsword. Or Kane Chronicles. Or whatever fandom we choose to use.

Far off distant future: January 1, 3025.

A young boy, 10 years old, walked around, carrying an armful of dirty laundry on the island of Cyprus, Greece. He was a worker in the palace of Queen Aphrodite and her nine year old daughter, Piper McLean. Aphrodite's husband, Tristan McLean, lived in the palace, but had a lower ranking than Aphrodite and Piper.

Women after all, ruled the world ever since April 24, 3000. It had been 25 years ever since the start of World War 3. Girls around the world united to stop the men from becoming bosses of them. The women had won. And so began the beginning of the exile. Every place had its own ruler. On Cyprus, the ruler was Aphrodite. Piper was the heir to the throne.

But every three years, boys fifteen and above would represent their home/working place in a raffle. They would take a series of tests to prove their worth. If they passed the test, they would move on to the hardest of the hardest: the legendary 12 trials of Hercules. There was only one winner. The winner would get eternal freedom and a chance at a new life. He could also free 13 of his friends. It was a life any man wanted these days.

Everyone (well, mostly the men) was grateful for the highest deceased royal queen: Queen Minerva. She had made that up several years ago, so men could have a better chance to a better life. Before, they had to offer up the finest gifts they had. No man could do that, since no man was paid. Queen Minerva was dead, but her bloodline lived on. Queen Minerva's bloodline was the highest in the world. She and her bloodline was literally the presidents of the world. The current grand ruler was Queen Athena.

The young boy sighed as he walked. He would leave for the city of Thebes in two days. He once had friends and now wondered where they were. Once, they had been together in…what? Russia? It was so long ago, when they were 8.

There was an American blond haired, blue eyed boy named Jason, an chubby Asian boy with short black hair and brown eyes named Frank, a Latino curly brown haired mischievous boy who called himself Leo, a quiet 6 year old Italian boy with pale skin named Nico, and so many more. They had all been together, ranging from ages 6 to 9. They were in Russia, serving a young queen named Eve Code.

Queen Eve Code was older than them, 10 years old and was queen of Russia. A girl with amber eyes, short silver hair, and pale skin, she was a very strict ruler, also being a somewhat war-like girl. After a couple of months, she had traded Jason to the young queen Reyna Ramirez-Arellano of Rome. Frank had gone next, all the way to 13 year old Queen Sadie Kane of Egypt, who lived with her boyfriend and brother. Leo had been traded after Frank, to the princess of Japan, Ara Haan. The Italian boy was traded all the way to Queen Katie Gardner of Venice. Then, it was only him. He had gone to Paris, where he worked for Queen Arophodite Tanaka and her daughter, nine year old Drew Tanaka. He went so many places and now was in Cyprus, working for Aphrodite. The boy sighed again.

A screaming male voice yelled, "Laundry boy! Get those clothes down here now! Or else the Queen will have us punished!"

The boy ran down the halls and dashed into the laundry room.

The other laundry boy grumbled, "You're late. Now the Queen won't give us food. And I'm starved. I'm glad I don't work for Queen Reyna or Queen Eve. We would've gotten a whipping. Those queens are war-like."

The 10 year old boy shivered. When he worked for Queen Eve, every time they were late with food, or didn't do their job, she would have the noblewomen beat them. The treatment there was horrible. At least he was in Cyprus.

That night, the tired, hungry boy slept in his quarters of the airy broken down hut. He had gathered enough wood to make one so he wouldn't have to sleep in the boys' quarters, where everyone piled on each other. There was one toilet and one sink. That was it. After seeing the pathetic sight of the boys clamoring for the one toilet and sink, he decided to get his own place. He slept peacefully, dreaming about the day when he would turn 17. His name was Percy Jackson, and in 7 years, he would take his chance at the tasks for freedom.

Prologue finished! How'd you like? Flames are…not accepted but if you really want to…Flame…if you dare. Also, this chapter and next was written when I was...an amateur I guess? Don't judge.

Anyways, there's your prologue! RRFF! AND VOTE ON SOULHORSE'S POLL!

Ages of Characters in future chapters

Percy- 17

Piper- 16

Jason-16

Annabeth- 17

Leo- 16

Nico-15

Frank-17

Hazel-16

Thanks for reading! Yours in demigoddishness, SoulHorse