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I do not own Percy Jackson or any other characters. (sucky, right?) And I here by declare that you enjoy this story.

1. I'm Almost Used For Target Practice

Prologue

I do NOT own this prologue

(This is a piece from the final battle from The Last Olympian)

Kronos rose to one knee. His hair smoldered. His face was covered with electrical burns. He reached for his sword, but this time it didn't fly into his hands.

"Nakamura!" he groaned. "Time to prove yourself. You know Jackson's secret weakness. Kill him, and you will have rewards beyond measure."

Ethan's eyes dropped to my midsection and I was sure that he knew. Even if he couldn't kill me himself, all he had to do was tell Kronos. There was no way I could defend myself forever.

"Look around you, Ethan," I said. "The end of the world. Is this the reward you want? Do you really want everything destroyed—the good with the bad? Everything?"

Grover was almost to Annabeth now. The grass thickened on the floor. The roots were almost a foot long, like a stubble of whiskers.

"There is no throne to Nemesis," Ethan muttered. "No throne to my mother."

"That's right!" Kronos tried to get up, but stumbled. Above his left ear, a patch of blond hair still smoldered.

"Strike them down! They deserve to suffer."

"You said your mom is the goddess of balance," I reminded him. "The minor gods deserve better, Ethan, but total destruction isn't balance. Kronos doesn't build. He only destroys."

Ethan looked at the sizzling throne of Hephaestus. Grover's music kept playing, and Ethan swayed to it, as if the song were filling him with nostalgia—a wish to see a beautiful day, to be anywhere but here. His good eye blinked.

Then he charged… but not at me.

While Kronos was still on his knees, Ethan brought down his sword on the Titan lord's neck. It should have killed him instantly, but the blade shattered. Ethan fell back, grasping his stomach. A shard of his own blade had ricocheted and pierced his armor.

Kronos rose unsteadily, towering over his servant.

"Treason," he snarled.

Grover's music kept playing, and grass grew around Ethan's body. Ethan stared at me, his face tight with pain.

"Deserve better," he gasped. "If they just… had thrones—"

Kronos stomped his foot, and the floor ruptured around Ethan Nakamura. The son of Nemesis fell through a fissure that went straight through the heart of the mountain—straight into open air.

(Here, my story begins. Still I do not own Percy Jackson… sadly)

It was a hot, summer day and all you could hear was the clanging of swords, the pegasi whining, and chariots being tested for the big race we always have here in Camp Half-Blood, not to mention the monsters in the forest. There were knew faces all over camp. They flooded the camp after the gods kept their promise and claimed their children. And to my surprise, campers were still pouring in. The gods must get… busy a lot. I laid back on the porch. I had to fill in the position for Chiron, since Grover needed some help. Apparently some demigods were becoming hard to handle and Chiron, being the helping hand, stepped in to Grover's aid; leaving me and Annabeth in charge of camp until he came back.

Today, I was the lead counselor, since Annabeth was up on Olympus creating a shrine to Aphrodite's desire. And I don't think Annabeth was bothered by doing her the favor. Tyson would often visit, but his duty was always down in our dad's underwater palace. Today wasn't a day he visited, so I was alone.

"Good lord! Do not run through the- ugh! I swear, one of these days Chiron will find demigods pushing up daisies if these… children don't stop messing with my grapes," Mr. D cursed. I couldn't help but crack a smile at him. When he noticed my grinning, he cursed at me in Greek and walked inside the Big House. Mr. D was only 46 years away from leaving this camp. Too bad I might not be alive to witness that glorious moment.

I closed my eyes for a minute, bored that nothing exciting was happening. And to be honest, watching Peleus doze off was making me kind of sleepy. All of a sudden, I hear a slight thud. I opened one eye to see a kid with wide eyes and a grin. I raised an eyebrow and when I looked to my side, an arrow was notched into the rail of the porch, about an inch away from my elbow.

"Stephen, how many times do I have to tell you, if you're going to do archery, point the bow at the target!" I said, pulling out the arrow and handing it to him as he neared the porch.

"I'm sorry, counselor Percy," he said in a sad tone with his famous puppy eyes. But I knew too well, he was faking the whole act.

"It better not happen again," I scolded. I was shocked when I realized I was beginning to sound like Chiron.

"Uh… just aim at the yellow in the middle, k little man?" I said. His grin grew impossibly wide and he lifted his stubby little finger and pointed it at me. I was confused… until I saw my shirt.

"Stephen…" I said in a warning voice. "Just because my shirt happens to be yellow doesn't mean it can be used as a target!" I said. His grin stayed plastered on his face.

"Did you tell Kronos that he couldn't target you because your shirt was a certain color?" Stephen asked, showing his bleach-white teeth.

"You- don't- Stephen, Kronos was a different matter," I said. I received a short flashback of those days where the war was raging on with the relentless Lord Kronos.

"Because your shirt was a different color?" Stephen laughed.

"Just… go," I said, pointing towards the archery range. He nodded and ran away. I rolled my eyes. I sat back and took a nice nap the rest of the day when a familiar voice woke me up.

"Hey, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth said, planting a small kiss on my cheek.

"You finished Aphrodite's shrine already?" I asked, as she sat on the other chair on the porch.

"Well, I didn't. I only built half of it and left the blueprints to the satyrs. Hera was giving me the eye and well… I thought it'd be safer for me if I was elsewhere."

"She's still got that grudge against you?" Annabeth nodded.

"Anyways, how's the camp been?" Annabeth asked, taking a look to see if I hadn't burned it down.

"Fine, except for the moment I almost got an arrow wedged between my eyes," I said. Annabeth laughed. I was shocked she found my near-death experience funny. But then again, everything for me was a near-death experience. I guess, people have just gotten used to it.

"Stephen?" she asked. I nodded and she rolled her eyes in understanding.

"When is Chiron coming back?" Annabeth asked, leaning lazily against the table where Chiron and Mr. D usually played chess.

"He said he would be back in-" I was cut off when there was a tremor strong enough to move the table a few inches and all the chess pieces fell to the floor. Annabeth gasped and grabbed the table. The quake stopped after just a few seconds.

"What was that?" I asked, always clueless about things. Although I thought it was normal for earthquakes to occur, anything supernatural that happened had to do with the gods.

"I'm… I'm not sure. We rarely get earthquakes here," Annabeth said. The look on her face was as if she was surfing through her mind trying to rationalize what had just happened. I have to admit, I was a little worried that she didn't know what was happening. If I didn't know, pfft, that's something normal and you wouldn't have to be a psychic to know I was clueless, but with Annabeth? That was something rarely seen.

"Well, it was just an earthquake, right? No big deal. We've dealt with worse," I said, shrugging the unexpected tremor. Reluctance stained Annabeth's eyes, but she then shrugged it off as well.

I scanned the camp, to see if the earthquake had stirred any unwanted fights or panic, but to my laid-back relief, there was none. My eyes somehow managed to land upon Annabeth once more. Her golden hair was in luscious tussles, framing her face perfectly. The sunlight was streaming into her stunningly grey eyes, as she boringly watched the camp. And that's when I realized something I never even thought of before. We were together for four years now. We lived together in a small apartment. We saved the world several times together. And suddenly I remembered all those tiny hints a bunch of our friends would mistakenly blurt out; which I'm beginning to think, it wasn't much of a mistake. I was thinking that it might just be the time, to finally pop the question.

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