Full Summary: It is said that "love conquers all." For Ortheus, Percy, and Thalia, it has brought nothing but pain. Ortheus has lead the Assassins for 3,000 years. A group shrouded in mystery that predates the existence of the Olympian gods, but a loved one from his past threatens to haunt is future. Percy Jackson has been accepted into New Rome to the delight of his mother and girlfriend, Annabeth. Even as he commits himself, he fears every day that he will fall short of everyone's expectations, most importantly Annabeth's. Thalia is forced to watch as her closest friends and brother grow older every day. All the while, she remains the immortal Lieutenant of Artemis, doomed to outlive the greatest family she knew. A threat to humanity has driven them together, but the trials they must face threaten to tear their souls. As the Apocalypse Looms, everyone faces the reality of not only losing their lives but themselves.

A/N-The world of PJO belongs to Rick Riordan and any characters that I use from the book, for the most part I'll be using oc or characters from actual mythology. The plot is 100% mine.

Credit goes to thepurplewriter333 for her amazing betaness.

Is this thing on…?

Okay, there's a red light! So…so I just speak into this thing…?

Alright. Good.

Here we go.

Alright, look, I haven't got much time with this. Percy and Thalia are both waiting for their turn, so I guess I better get started. Before I start, though, Atalanta, if by some miracle of the fates you happen to stumble upon this tape, I just want to let you know that I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough. I'm sorry I couldn't be a better brother to you. I...I wish I could have done more. I've missed you. I just hope you know that these past few months were the best of my life, even if you didn't realize it was me.

Oh, who am I kidding? You still don't.

Alright. I'll start now: My name is Ortheus, and I'm a son of Apollo. You know, the Greek god of music, prophecy, medicine, and a lot of other things that no one cares about anymore. What you're holding in your hands right now is the most important artifact you may ever carry in your entire life. Protect it with your life; whether you believe it or not, it's worth more than yours. Trust me, by the time we're done, you'll understand.

For you to understand, though, I need to backtrack to about... 3,500 years ago. It was the day I officially joined the Assassins. Not like Assassin's Creed – no, that's completely unrelated. The Assassins is a group of people coming from every pantheon. We hide from the world. Well, at least we used to. Anyways, we're constantly making sure balance is maintained and societal order isn't completely overturned. We also make sure that nothing tries to destroy the world, which is the situation we find ourselves in right now. I'm getting sidetracked though. I need to get back to the point.

So where was I? Ah yes, day I joined the Assassins. I still remember it vividly after all these millennia. The sun had set for the day, and my work in the field was done. I had tucked my sister into bed, finished all my nightly chores and turned in for the night. It had been a regular day, but it would soon become a very abnormal night. I don't know when exactly, but I remember hearing the faint sound of my mother screaming.

Now, before I continue, let me tell you something. My mother was no damsel in distress. If she screamed, it was for a very good reason. And that was what terrified me.

Without sparing a moment to think, I ran out of the house and saw a giant horde of monsters that had evidentially sneaked up on us. I wasn't sure what all of them were, but I could remember the dracaena, empousa, and I definitely remember the Manticore. I could never forget him.

I instinctually went for my bow, but my mother stopped me. "Take your sister and run!" she yelled. When I made a move to protest, she continued, "No, do not worry about me! Go!"

I wanted so badly to argue; there was no way she could possibly take all of them by herself. But then I reminded myself about Atalanta, only seven years old. Helpless, alone, afraid…if they somehow got to her first, I would never forgive myself.

I doubled back into the house to grab my sister. I didn't wait for her to wake up- there was no time. I dragged her off the bed and started to run, turning her in the other direction than the fight. I didn't want her to see what was going on, but she somehow managed to figure it out. Atalanta let loose a barrage of punches, kicks, and curses. She cried at me to turn around and help our mother. It took all my energy just to ignore her. My sister's safety had always remained as my number one priority and I was not about to change that.

We ran like this for longer than I could tell, until the monsters were nothing but specks behind us in the distance. Despite the monsters' small statures, they seemed to still be growing. No, not growing, but getting closer. They were after us. I loosed a curse to Apollo; who had he ticked off this time? And why did I have to pay for it? I grabbed Atalanta's hand and we began running again.

As we pushed forward, it soon became clear that there was nowhere near to hide. The monsters were gaining on us with ever-growing speed while we were beginning to tire out. I scanned the trees, but they were too thin to hide behind and the branches too high to climb. Besides, I'm pretty sure those dracaena had bows, so I wasn't going to risk it. The only thing going for us were the dense trees that managed to slow down some of the monsters for us, but I knew it wouldn't be enough.

This continued for what seemed like hours, our situation growing more and more desperate with each passing moment. We finally reached a clearing towards a hill when I suddenly came up with an idea. I quickly dismissed it, but the idea remained, festering in my mind, growing, spreading. No matter how hard I pushed it back, it kept coming back at me. I looked at my sister with heavy eyes. It was for the best. Slowing to a stop, I knelt down beside my sister. I met her eye-level.

"Sunshine." A smile tugged at my lips at my nickname for her. I gave it to her for her bubbly attitude that always managed to brighten up my day.

"What is it?" Atalanta looked worried and turned towards the monsters that were catching up at a much faster rate now.

"I need you to listen to me, okay?" I looked her square in the eyes. This was important. I needed her full attention.

"O-okay."

"I need you to run away as fast as you can. All right? Once I'm out of sight, pray to Artemis. When she answers, request a place in her Hunters. She will certainly accept you. Now go! There's no time to waste!" I shoved her away, hoping she would listen to me. But, not to my surprise, I had no such luck.

"What about you?" She looked at me with her beautiful blue eyes, whose swirling depths were now full of worry and sadness. The lines that etched her forehead grew deeper and her blonde hair seemed to get darker. I hated it when she looked at me like that, like if I had done something wrong to her.

"I'm going to stay and fight off the monsters so that you can escape." I gave her another shove, hoping she would start running. But again, she didn't budge.

"I can-"

"I'm sure you can take them," I cut her off, shaking my head. "But you might get hurt, and I would never forgive myself if that happened. If you really want to help me, run away and don't look back. Please!"

I was practically begging at this point, but it seemed to do the trick. She turned around and began bounding away, just in time before the horde emerged out of the other side of the clearing.

I did a mental calculation. I had about thirty-two arrows, but I saw at least fifty monsters - maybe sixty. I would have to make sure every shot was a kill to even my odds, but I also had to make sure I stayed out of close combat. I did another risk calculation between staying in the clearing where I could get easy shots, but I would be unprotected. I couldn't run to the forest either because I'd be too far away to shoot.

I decided to remain in the clearing but still on the edge of the forest and released a volley of arrows. I started with the closer monsters in hopes of luring the more dangerous ones into range. Right now the Manticore seemed to be just out of range, but if I could coax him closer then I had a chance of taking down the horde. A slim chance, yes, but slim was better than the big fat zero that was currently hanging over my head.

I ran around the edges of the clearing, looking for any archers that might have an easy target for me. I glanced at the horde and tried to find out where those archers might be hidden. But my pursuit was lost when a volley of arrows sailed over the sky and dropped towards me. When I saw them coming, I just managed to dive into the forest for cover. The arrows sailed into the trees that lined the clearing. I continued to look for where they came from when I finally saw a team of archers hidden behind the monsters.

All right, they wanted to play dirty? Well then, it was time to show them what a son of Apollo could really do.

Taking one arrow, I let it fly towards the team of archers; I knew as soon as I sent it that it was a good shot. Rather than waiting for the arrow to find its victim, I shot another five arrows at the remaining archers. Within seconds, all of them in the monster horde fell, dead. Suddenly, the other monsters didn't seem too sure about attacking me anymore.

Looking for the toughest ones, I glanced at the horde's left flank where the Cyclops were. Twenty-six arrows and fifteen of them in total. I could afford to take them out. I released my next barrage of arrows at them. Carefully, I made sure to pick them all off with a single shot. I couldn't afford to miss, so I made a mental note to be careful. The beasts seemed to be slow to pick up why their fellow monsters kept falling and didn't make a further attack. More power to me, I reasoned.

A few minutes later, fifteen more piles of gold dust littered the field, and I was down to eleven arrows. Now was the moment of truth; I set my sights on the Manticore.

Right now, the monster was just within range, but I couldn't afford to miss him. I shot an arrow at him. The range was long enough that it would attract suspicion but short enough that it definitely wouldn't hit him. As an added bonus, the arrow hit one of the empousa, killing it instantly. I was afraid the Manticore might not buy the bait, but he seemed to grow confident.

Seeing my supposedly limited range, the monster began to make his way closer to me. All the while, I started to run in different patterns to keep the monsters from catching up, as well as to confuse them. When I saw that the Manticore was within range, I readied another shot. I stared down my target, inhaling, spotting the Manticore's center of gravity. If I could hit it, he'd go down.

I steadied my bow, took aim, said a quick prayer, and fired. But as the arrow whooshed through the air, I just knew it would hit the Manticore. The arrow was on a zip line, right towards the monster's heart.

Then, the one thing I didn't expect to happen... happened. The Manticore caught my arrow. Those things were flying at a hundred miles per hour… yet he caught it… there's no way he should have been able to do that.

I suddenly rolled my eyes, feeling like an idiot. Of course he had caught it. He was a Manticore. And looking at my situation, I realized there wasn't much else I could do now that I had wasted the shot. Nine arrows left in my quiver and there were still thirty monsters on the field. I knew I had to save one for the Manticore. If his reactions were that fast, I stood no chance against him in combat. I would have to get closer if I wanted any chance of taking down the monster.

The monsters did not seem willing to wait for me, though, and kept getting closer as their nerves calmed down. I searched for the next largest threat and found it to be the ten empousa with long fangs and really weird donkey leg things. I only had eight arrows to spare on them, the last being reserved for the Manticore. I would have to take out their strongest, and based on my observations, I knew exactly who they were. Finding my targets, I began to shoot my final barrage of arrows. I aimed for who I assumed to be the leader first. The empousa fell immediately, with three more of her sisters joining her. There were four more arrows and six more empousa. Staring the last of the horde, I released what was left of my arrows. By the time I was done, four more piles of gold dust littered the golden field. I had one arrow let. I counted about twenty dracanae, two empousa, and the Manticore. Seeing that my work with the arrows was done, I sheathed my bow and took out my hunting knives.

The two hunting knives I carried were celestial bronze hunting knives, twelve inches in length. They weren't great for range, but they worked well for speed and agility, which is where I also excelled. With my two knives in hand, I charged towards the horde. Maybe the Manticore would stand aside and let his minions do all the work. And for once, luck seemed to be on my side. He did remain behind, making my job that much easier.

"Alright, you weird donkey-vampires, let's do this." I twirled my knives in my hand, limbs trembling, and then I charged towards the empousa. When I was within range, I dived into a duck and roll. When my feet landed on the Earth again, I thrust towards the first empousa, impaling it immediately. I threw the knife in my left hand at the remaining ones, easily hitting it in the head and killing it. I rushed towards my discarded knife, picking it up just in time to block a strike from the dracaena. Using the monster's momentum, I shoved them past me and impaled it with my right knife. One dracaena down, nineteen to go.

Two more advanced towards me, both with celestial bronze swords in hand. I rushed towards the one to my left. Before the creature could strike me, I slid to the ground, gashing the monster's in it's slimy snake feet. Without hesitation, I impaled the monster in the back. Shoving it towards the other dracaena, the explosion of dust managed to distract them long enough for me to run and take out the other dracaena that was advancing towards me. While they were still in a daze, I managed to take out one more of them. I sighed; this was going to take a while. Adrenaline was pumping through my body, but I wasn't sure how much more my body could take.

This time, all of the dracaena advanced towards me at once. I was really screwed now. I didn't plan on giving up without a fight, though. I would send as many of these beasts back to Tartarus as possible, even if it was the last thing I did.

"That the best you got?" I taunted. "My grandma would be disappointed!" The dracanae hissed in rage...that seemed to do the trick.

More dracaena broke off to engage me. Three ran forward to surround me. I threw my knives at the first two, impaling them in the heart and killing them instantly. Rather than going for the knives, I kept running towards the third. When I was within range, the dracaena swung her sword at me. I simply rolled out of the way before grabbing her arm and twisting the sword out of her grip. I grabbed the sword and thrust it into her body.

Before the dust could hit the ground, I turned around to block a strike from another dracaena that had advanced ahead of the pack. The monster took another stab at me, but I simply used their momentum to trip them forward. I stabbed the dracanae in the back as it fell, taking out another monster. Twelve left. Spying my knives on the ground, I went to retrieve them. But one dracaena stepped in my way to intercept me, but I simply blocked her strike before disarming her and stabbing her through the stomach.

When I finally got to my knives, I duck and rolled, picking the weapons up in the process. When my feet landed on the ground, I instantly spun around, taking two dracaenas in their legs, causing them to buckle. They fell to my height, allowing me to stab them in the stomach. Nine more. I had managed to wipe out over half of their numbers. The Manticore still wasn't advancing, confident I wouldn't be able to hold out long.

I needed to come up with something else, though. These tricks wouldn't keep working and I was running out of new ones.

That's when I saw a tiny bronze reflection just a few yards from me. It was an arrow. My arrow. I wasted no time and ran to pick it up. Taking out my bow, I nocked the arrow and pulled the string back to its fullest extent. About 200lbs of pressure were aimed towards three dracaenas who were lining up quite nicely.

Without hesitating, I released the arrow at the three monsters. The whiplash was so great that it stung even with the gauntlet protecting my arm, but it worked. The arrow sailed effortlessly through the three monsters, reducing their numbers to six. I looked around me for more of my weapons, but I didn't see any in sight. I had to go back to using my knives to fight the remaining monsters.

Sheathing my bow, I took out my knives once again and charged. I swerved to their left flank where the weaker members would be. Apparently, even most monsters were right-handed since it looked like all of the dracaenas held their swords in their right hand. Running to the left flank, I shifted my weight slightly and thrust my knives with more force into the left most dracaena.

Five left.

Without waiting, I shoved through the dead monsters and impaled the next dracaena in the back.

Now four were left.

But before I could get to the next one, the dracaena managed to retreat and then surrounded me. I wasn't about to let them box me in, so I rushed towards the first one I saw. If I was going down, I was taking it with me. Before I could reach it, it backed away while the others began to box me in further.

When they were within range, I shifted my weight to my right foot and aimed to the left. Taking the dracaena by surprise, I was able to get through its defenses and kill it.

Three left. This strategy seemed to be working.

I threw my knife at the one that had been charging me from behind and killed that one too. As if by instinct, I rolled out of the way just in time for a dracaena to run through where I had been. I threw my last knife at it and killed it.

This was it. There was only one left.

I ran towards the knife that I had thrown last. I thought about picking up the other one, too, but realized there wasn't enough time. Taking it in my left hand, I held the knife in reverse. I charged towards the last of the dracaena.

As I had expected, it swung at me from its right. I blocked the strike with the flat of my knife while using my momentum to drive the blade through its neck.

That was it. They were all gone.

I took a moment to recover, and then walked over to my knife that was still on the ground. I picked it up, inspecting the blade. It was covered in monster dust.

Suddenly, a sound behind me made me jump. Someone was clapping. And then a malicious, icy cold voice spoke… and I knew exactly who it belonged to.

"Most impressive, son of Apollo," the Manticore said, and I turned stiffly around to face him. Apparently, the dull hag of meat could talk. "However, I'm afraid you won't live long enough to celebrate your victory. I'm sorry to say, but I have very special orders to kill you. It was fun to watch you play, but now it's time to end this." Call me crazy, but something in his voice told me he was not actually sorry.

"It's time indeed," I grinned, before charging towards my final opponent. In the rush of the moment, I had almost forgotten about my arrow. In one fluid moment, I drew out my bow again and aimed my last arrow.

There was no taking any chances now. I pulled the bow back to its fullest extent. The Manticore stopped in its tracks, staring down the weapon that was aimed right at his heart. Taking a breath, blocking out all other sounds and distractions around me, I shot the arrow. And this time, it found its mark. The projectile went through the Manticore with such force that the feathered end fell out its back.

Despite the fatal blow, the Manticore continued to advance forward just as dangerous as ever. He didn't even look like he was hurting. Searching for something to harm him more, I looked down at my bow but suddenly gasped.

The strings had snapped and the wood had splintered, unable to hold itself together under the weight of two full shots. The bow itself could be fixed, but I would need to find new strings – a privilege I didn't have right now. I threw it to the ground. There was no further use for it. Raising my two knives, I advanced on the Manticore who now was bleeding heavily as he charged me.

In hindsight, I should have just let him bleed out, but I definitely wasn't thinking clearly at the time. I was still high on adrenaline and the blood of war had filled my senses. I needed to kill it. I had to.

I charged towards the monster at full speed, and when I got within range of its tail, the beast threw a volley of poisoned spikes at me. I was able to dodge most of them, but one managed to catch me in the right leg, paralyzing the limb immediately. With a gasp of pain, I could already feel the poison beginning to spread. I only had a few moments before I was completely paralyzed… and then the Manticore would kill me.

I knew I had no other choice. I threw the knife in my left hand. In his weakened state, the Manticore was unable to intercept the blow and the blade went straight through its stomach. But to my horror, it still advanced. Somehow, someway, it was keeping itself alive. Limping towards me.

One knife in one hand, poison about to take full effect, one option left, I had no other choice by throwing my last knife. As it flew through the air, I collapsed.

I may have been paralyzed, I may have had no weapons left, I may have taken down an army of monsters, I may have done everything in my power to stay alive, but it still felt like it wasn't enough. I couldn't help feeling like I had disappointed everyone, including my family. Especially Atalanta. I closed my eyes.

But as I laid in a pile of golden dust waiting for my inevitable fate, I suddenly realized it never came. I couldn't turn my head to see what happened, but I sensed something. The air was still; the Manticore had died.

Relief flooded me. I had done it! Oh, gods, I couldn't wait to tell Atalanta. I could already see her looking up at me with those shining eyes of hers and claiming that I was the best brother in the world. I'd reply with a casual, "I knew I could do it all along," and she'd glow with pride.

But I only laid there, mostly because I had no choice. My leg wouldn't move at all.

But it was relishing lying there, thinking proudly about my victory. I could already hear the gods on Mount Olympus singing my praises, and their muses would write songs about me for years to come: Ortheus, the great son of Apollo!

In fact, I was so lost in my daydream that I didn't notice a hooded figure approach me until it was too late. And then, more come. And more. A swarm was already around me before I could even react. One of them took a vile out of thin air, bent over, and held it to my lips. I wanted to resist, but my body remained perfectly still, refusing to person forced the fluid down my throat; whatever it was, it was definitely not nectar. The fluid, or gunk, more accurately, tasted worse than cashew fruits.

It tasted nasty, but its magic worked even quicker than the poison. Within a minute, they were offering their hand and I was standing back up. But just as quickly as I stood I fell back down. My legs were like jelly, and my lungs threatened to collapse on themselves. Every single muscle in my body was sore from the fight, and I couldn't lift my arms without hurting them.

"You've out-done yourself, my good man," one of the hooded figures laughed. But it seemed to be a kind laugh like he was genuinely impressed.

The man removed his cowl to reveal a youthful looking face, just a few years older than mine. He had brown hair, fair skin, and startling green eyes. His built was athletic, and he stood half a head higher than me. From a first look, he seemed completely normal, but something about his eyes told me he was very ancient.

"I'm sorry, I should introduce myself first. My name is Roth. I'm the leader of these ragtag rebels known as the Assassins." He smiled wider when I looked even more confused. "What's your name?"

"I… I…" I swallowed. "I'm Ortheus, and what in Hades are the Assassins?" I had never heard of the Assassins before, and I knew a lot of things. They didn't appear in any of the stories that I grew up with.

"I wouldn't expect you to have heard of us," Roth said, almost reading my thoughts. "We like to keep ourselves a secret." When met with my blank stare, he went to elaborate. "You see, the Assassins are a group of immortal males that make sure balance is maintained throughout the Greek world and the status quo is not disrupted. Occasionally, we'll stop monsters and maniacs from trying to destroy the world, but not so often that it's a regular routine."

I hesitated. "But what does this have to do with me?

Roth nodded. "If you wish, you may join us. I saw your skills today, and even I'm impressed. So, what do you say? How would you like to be trained by the greatest heroes this world has never seen?"

"Will I have to take a vow of chastity?" I know it seemed random, but these men were starting to sound like the Hunters, so my suspicions were completely justified. Roth only laughed.

"I'm afraid you will." But his laughing eyes clearly said he expected I, as a son of Apollo, could not possibly take the offer. I mean, I was a son of Apollo. My blonde curls and attractive blue eyes could entrance any girl I was after. Not to mention my sharp jawline, athletic build, and natural tan. I seemed to be sculpted from the god of music himself.

Ow!

Artemis just slapped me.

As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I was not going to let a vow of chastity deter me. I had never personally been interested in romance. But I did have one more thing to say.

"So, let me get this straight… it's sort of like the male version of the Hunters of Artemis…"

As soon as I said it, I wish I hadn't it. I could have sworn that the shadows under the other's cowls got darker in anger. I instinctually took a step back.

"I would recommend you not mention them to us," he said in a warning tone. But he just as quickly before lightened up again "Don't worry about it. It's a rookie mistake. Believe me, we get it more than I like to admit. Some of these guys have bad memories of the Hunters, so I would just steer clear of the topic altogether."

"What sort of-"

"Don't even ask," Roth said, and from his expression, I knew he was serious. "So, will you join us or not? If you choose not to, no hard feelings. We'll escort you to a safe location where you will be able to start anew."

I considered the offer for a moment, but the choice already seemed obvious. Go to some town and live out a dull, boring life without my mom and sister, or join some of the greatest warriors ever and live a great life full of danger and adventure. I might even be able to see Atalanta again someday.

And so, I cleared my throat and made the best – and worst- mistake of my life.

"I accept!"

Roth smiled. He seemed like the kind of guy who I could trust and was already growing on me.

"Well then, welcome to the Assassins, Ortheus." Roth's smiled stretched from ear to ear. And for some reason, I felt pride rush through me.

Without prompting, the other hooded figures took off their own cowls to reveal nineteen teenage-looking boys; twenty, including Roth. I found myself surprised to see that they were all completely human, but some seemed entirely foreign. Roth seemed to be reading my thoughts, because his next words were, "You may notice that some of us look a bit...different. That's because we recruit people from all around the world, not just Greece. Believe me, there's much you still need to learn about our world. Don't worry though, we have plenty of time. Valdez, if you would please?"

Roth gestured towards one of the larger members of the group. Valdez had a giant but athletic frame with tanned skin. His brown hair was swept to the side, and two chocolate brown eyes danced with mischief. But I got the same feeling from his eyes that I got from Roth though; this man was ancient. Valdez's giant hands went to his pocket, where he pulled out a shining crystal and handed it to Roth.

"Now, fair warning, but this is going to hurt... a lot."

Roth didn't wait for my permission before he shoved the crystal into my chest. At first, I felt nothing, but that didn't last long. Within seconds, I was on the floor, screaming in pain. It felt like billions of tiny drills trying to dig their way into my skin. I could feel every cell of my body twisting, turning, and re-shaping. It only lasted a few seconds, but the pain felt like it had gone on hours.

Taking a few breaths, I steadied myself and let the pain gradually subside.

I look around. I didn't think I looked any different, but I certainly felt different. I wasn't sure how I knew, but somehow, a pleasant shiver ran down my spine. I don't know how, but I could feel my cells relaxing; they had stopped aging. I had become immortal.

"What was that?" I had meant to yell, but it only came out as a hoarse whisper.

"I'm sorry." At least Roth seemed genuinely apologetic. "It's the only way we have to make you immortal. It's a bit unrefined, but it works. The pain you felt was every cell in your body being imbued with magical properties to make you immortal. Bringing in a foreign substance tends to tick off your brain, so it took a lot of...convincing."

It made a weird sort of sense, but I still wasn't happy with the pain I had just experienced. That was something I would never forget. "All right. So…" I felt a bit awkward. "What do we do now?"

I looked around, hoping for an explanation. Roth, as I expected, was the first to answer.

"We're going to escort you to our camp, which is just a few miles from here. After that, we'll all make introductions and start your training the following morning."

As he finished his sentence, I looked up as the sun rose over the horizon, breaking the power of night into day.

Roth laughed."Check that, we'll begin training after you've had enough time to rest. Follow me!"

I inwardly groaned, wanting to curl up in a ball at the thought of training after today's battle. I should have expected it, but I was hoping I would at least get some sort of orientation before they shoved me into the next level. Unfortunately, something told me they wouldn't go easy on me just because I was new.

I shook my head; I was part of the Assassins now. I was strong enough to do this, and I would.

I stood up to follow them to their camp, feeling both excited and worried about the new life I was starting. Looking at the sun above, I felt like a new man. One who was peeking his head out of the horizons as a new day, a new hope, begun.

A/N-Chapter One is done! I hope you thoroughly enjoyed this story. Please feel free to leave a review to let me know what you think and remember to favorite and follow if you enjoyed.