Okay, so this isn't something I'm used to. Basically, I really like the PJO books. They're the only book series I can really enjoy for a number of reasons that I can't be bothered to go into. Since I've had them rolling around in my head for a few years, I decided I wanted to make use of some OC's I'd created for the series, especially after the Sea of Monsters film was such an abomination. I don't normally do OC centered stories, but I already really like the story arcs for Annabeth and Percy and I can't imagine anything to make them better. Their stories have already had a fine end.

At the fifth book.

I personally find the Heroes of Olympus series to be kind of silly and unnecessarily convoluted, and while I can acknowledge them as enjoyable, I won't include their continuity in these. I don't know that I will do an entire story with these characters yet, so these will be mostly drabbles and oneshots.

This is mostly so I can play around with dialogue and plot ideas, and most of these will be poorly written.

P.S. this first bit only includes two characters, but there are three that these will all be centered around.

Dramatic Introduction

Location: a Cliffside cave somewhere in Brazil. Two young men trudge their way through the humid tunnels, seemingly in search of something.

The two seemed to contrast each other in many ways.

One Stood at an imposing height, brandishing a glinting silver bow, with two silver axes hanging at either side of his waist. Wearing dark leather armor, a darker head of black hair, and a bemused expression, he sauntered through the cave with a sway that said 'let's just get this done'.

The other had a not-quite-as-imposing shorter stature with narrow shoulders, brandishing no visible weapons, and smirking like as though he were taking great pride in an act of mischief, moved with a jaunty swagger, his arms swinging ever so subtly to and fro with every step. He was clad in a large, dark blue leather coat, brown trousers, black shirt with red bowtie, and a similarly dark blue bowler hat, from which shaggy brown locks of unkempt hair spilt and stuck out as if the smallest electric current was holding them in place. Behind a pair of circular sunglasses with dark green lenses hid a pair of impish bronze colored eyes.

The only light being cast came from an ethereal orb that seemed to follow the shorter.

Odd though it may be that these two seemingly very different characters might travel together, it was clear enough that they were both well-intent on finding what it was they were looking for, given how they stepped passed the dusty imprints of what were once vicious monsters intent on killing them.

"You had better hope whatever we're looking for is here. If we find another map, I'm going to murder you." The taller said, his accent curved slightly towards Germanic.

"Calm down Wolfenstein. I have the highest confidence that the last map was indeed the last map. We'll find the relic soon enough." Said the stout, his voice dripping with a thick Irish accent. "The map system is important so that items like these can be moved without being lost track of. Besides, it's all a part of the adventure's experience!"

"How much is this one worth exactly?"

"Got a lad in Belgium who'll pay up to 20,000 Euros. Not our biggest catch, but more than enough to satisfy our needs."

The taller smirked slightly and continued on.

As the two young men walked through the cavern, they find a large room carved into the stone, with a rusted, metallic cage encasing an oddly shaped bronze artifact.

And their eyes landed on two chimeras that occupied the room.

"I'll take the one on the right." Said the Taller.

"I got the left then." The stout said with excitement.

Taking the silver bow and arching an arrow conjured from shadows, the Taller began firing one of the beasts. Meanwhile, the stout's hands began to engulf themselves in violet flames, and as the beast charged toward him, the flames shot from his hands began to singe the beast's flesh, and forced it to stop its charging. Leaping over the flames, the beast bared its claws, ready to pounce, only to meet with a rush of icy wind. The beast's frozen form shatters as it lands inches before the young man, standing proudly with his arms behind his back. He looked over to see the taller finishing off his opponent by launching three shadowy arrows into the back of the beasts skull. The two creatures dissipate into dust.

The two admire their handiwork, and then their eyes meet with the caged artifact.

These men are named Augustus Braun and Lyle McManahan, and this is actually about as normal as their lives get. Being the children of Gods, that's really saying something.

I'd like to see your guesses as to who their parents are. I won't reveal anything just yet.