Camp Half-blood was once again quiet, most of campers having returned to their homes for the school year, and the Romans having returned to Camp Jupiter. Most of those staying were working on a city, something similar to New Rome.

It would be a safe place. A place that they could always live in, and grow up.

Jay liked the thought of that. She liked it because, until that point, she had given up on the thought of making it to the age of 20. The blonde almost laughed at that, only 15 and despite surviving 2 wars she'd given up on surviving another 5 years.

A yawn escaped her, her eyes glancing around the cabin. Jay could make out the silhouettes of the furniture well enough, but otherwise it was too dark to see anything around her clearly. Not that she actually needed to see any of it if she were to get up and walk around. After almost 6 years of living in this cabin, and in much more crowded times, it was simple.

Closing her eyes she allowed herself to close her eyes for a moment, though all she could see were the images of the wars again. They played over and over in her mind. She was surprised she hadn't completely lost her mind yet. Like Chris, though he lost his over a different reason. And her brother had admittedly gotten better over time thanks to Clarisse, a statement Jay had never thought she would hear before.

What she didn't know was, that was the last time for a while that her life would be normal.

If any of what had previously occurred could be taken as normal.

…

A dream was how it was offered to her, and all the preparation that she received. One moment she was so far from sleep in Cabin 11 and the next thing she knew she was dead to the world, and up on Olympus. It was a place she would've rather never seen again.

Especially when she saw her father approach her.

"Lord Hermes," she greeted tersely, giving a curtsey to be polite. She considered kneeling for less than a second, before deciding she'd rather kill herself than do that. Still, some politeness was necessary. She would rather avoid a painful death, or some horrible form of torture that would last for eternity. Perhaps she hated him, but she still had common sense.

"Jay, I would have rather it not come down to you however… due to circumstances I have a proposal for you…" he told her solemnly, and though she couldn't see it there was a sadness in his eyes. If she had noticed she would've blamed it on Luke's death a year prior. That his prized son was dead and his daughter still here. His daughter that had done nothing. "A quest you could say."

"A quest for me?" Jay asked in shock, looking at her father. Normally she would've had a sarcastic retort but this had been the last thing she'd expected. In fact, she might have sooner expected him to simply smite her. Though quests did have a tendency to be lethal.

"Success is crucial," he continued, not phased by her interruption. "Your aim will be to minimize the casualties and save the lives of as many of the mortals as possible. Do you accept?"

Jay hesitated. It was one of the few times in her life she didn't have a response. Perhaps she should have said no, the war was over, peace was achieved. She had a hope for a long life. A happy life. A chance to grow up, have a family and die old and at peace with the world and having more than she could've ever imagined.

But she was a half-blood, and she was proud. And this was her chance to prove herself, prove that she was as strong and good as the others. This was something she had waited for for years now.

"Yes," she answered a grin crossing her face. Before scrunching her face up in confusion. "So… do I see the oracle in the morning or something?"

"There is no time for that, I will tell Chiron myself what has happened. Your quest begins now."

…

"You didn't tell her," a voice interrupted Hermes' thoughts, and he turned to see one of his brothers, Apollo. "You didn't mention that she would lose her memories."

"No," Hermes answered with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "I'll help her recover them as she goes… besides she's a half-blood, somewhere in there she'll know that she's meant to help. Half-bloods have never been good at sitting around and doing nothing."

"It often gets them killed," Apollo commented, more blunt than he normally was. His recent punishment, and the deaths of so many of his children had temporarily caused him to show the maturity he was capable to handling. Unfortunately that maturity also came with an unfortunately blunt side that Hermes didn't require right now.

"Every time we send them on a quest, we send them to die for us. This isn't much different." It wasn't really. Aside from the fact that it wasn't the world she knew.

"I have seen what happens Hermes… her hatred and pain will grow during the quest. Even if she survives… she won't be the same."

"They never are," Hermes murmured in response, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He had lost so many of his children. They didn't know but he had in fact watched all of them grow, occasionally intervened to ensure their safety. Now he felt like he was sending another one straight to Hades.

A/N: Hey guys. So I recently read through the trilogy after watching the movie, and shortly afterwards I reread The Lightning Thief. Basically because Greek Mythology has a lot where Gods indirectly meddle with the affairs of mortals in the original myths, this came to my mind. And beyond that I just love Newt, and Mihno and everyone. So hopefully this does justice to the works of Rick Riordan and James Dashner and I hope that you guys enjoy it.