ok so not really a progress of the story update, but definitely a chapter update. why im doing this is because the original story made me want to cry cuz it was horrible. so here is a short first chapter of the rewritten version of The Chronicles of Ancient Darkness with a Tad of Percy Jackson now called The Fates' Trusted

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Chapter 1

Lost

Annabeth, Grover, and I were in Camp Half-Blood's forest. We were headed to the secret location where the Council of Clovin Elders was being held. Last summer, after the defeat of Kronos and his army, Mr. D appointed Grover as a member of the council. Annabeth and I, being the great friends we are, offered to accompany him to the meeting. An offer that he had graciously taken.

Only springing one trap that almost got us killed by a dozen arrows, our trek through the woods was a comfortable and good one as we followed Grover. You see, only members of the council are able to find the location of the meeting. Some magical instinct leads them all to a certain place.

"What in Hades?"

However, we had just ran into a problem.

"What is it, Grover?" Annabeth asked.

"The trail is gone!"

"What do you mean by 'gone'?" I questioned, "We're here?"

"No, there was more to the trail! It's just disappeared!" Grover started to nervously tug on his shirt.

Annabeth pulled out her cellphone. "I wonder if the other members are having this same problem? I don't have any signal."

I checked mine. "Me neither."

Grover started to gnaw on his shirt. "The fates hate me!" He cried, "They don't think I'm good enough for the council."

"Now hold on," I started, trying to comfort him and save his shirt, "I'm sure-"

Behind us, crows blasted through the trees. A tremendous roar shook the forest. We jammed our fingers in our ears. It went on and on until it finally stopped. We unplugged our ears. "What the-" I was cut off again by another ear-splitting roar. Whatever it was, it was not in the greatest of moods.

"What was that?" I asked when it finally quieted.

"Bear...I think…" Grover said. He had frozen.

"That's some monster bear," Annabeth muttered.

Grover unfroze and started sniffing. I didn't smell anything, but I knew that satyrs' sense of smell were better than humans'. "What is it, G-man?" I asked as he squatted down to brush his hands among the grass and dirt. "This doesn't make sense," he mumbled to himself. I shot a look at Annabeth. She had one hand on her dagger and was casting looks around our surroundings.

"This way," Grover said, going off. Annabeth and I shared a questioning look before following the sniffing satyr. The thick trees blocked most of our view, but it did allow some patches of sky to be seen. Thunder rumbled where the sky was covered in grey. Up ahead, the trees opened up to a clearing, and the stench of rottenness wafted over.

"Holy Poseidon…" I whispered. A whole herd of horses were strewn across the clearing, dead. Annabeth turned to Grover. "Grover," she said quietly, "Where are we?" Grover bent down to slide his hands over a dead foal's neck. "We're not in camp anymore."

"What?" I said. What did he mean by that? Where were we then?

Annabeth kept calm. "Where are we, Grover?"

Grover stood to and turned to look at us. "I don't know."

"Wait," I said, "how do you know we're not at camp?"

"This place smells differently, feels differently, even looks differently," he said, "I don't know how to explain it. It's a gut feeling. I don't smell any pollution, but that's not really what's bothering me right now."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"The trees, the air, all the plants feel differently. They act differently. The trees are saying something about an evil in the forest, some sort of demon, but I am having trouble understanding them. Everything just feels, not wrong, just totally different. This is something I've never even heard about or experienced."

"Let's just keep going. There's not much we can do here," Annabeth gestured to the herd of dead horses, "We need to figure out what's going on here." We started to walk away. "Hopefully," she continued, "we can find someone who can help us."

Yea, as long as they don't try to kill us or something. Maybe this was all just a fluke, that Grover just made a mistake, and we were still in Camp half-Blood's forest full of monsters and booby traps. But I knew better. We never get the easy path.

So...how was it? good? Bad? Ok? Better? Worse? Pls share your thoughts by reviewing! i appreciate every single Review. i will try to do update asap, but i do have other things to work on.