So, chapter 1. please read or hate, flames are accepted as critiques. If you hate me for splitting Piper and jason, sorry ;) it goes with the plot, trust me, it will go somewhere. I gave up on my first fanfic, prologue to the son of neptune, but I was inspired by the continuation of works such as Skye night by SkyeElf, because she has, what, at least 100 chapters? it's a slightly OC harry potter fanfic, and if you're reading this, I suggest you check it out, it's way better than what I'm writing. Look at me, dissing myself... I won't interrupt you further.

Chapter 1- Dark thoughts (3rd person)

The darkness hung like a shroud, enveloping the creatures as they strolled, embracing the inky black curtain as their own. Only their armor, glinting faintly in the darkness, reflecting the waned moon was seen, a flicker through the haze, a flicker of hope. But that was not to be true. It was a strange night. No sound, not even the wind dared to tremble where they tread, silent, as if they glided above the surface, as if it was unworthy for the slightest feathery touch. A sudden match was struck, illuminating the faces of the two companions, flickering, casting shadows on and around them. A gust of wind was heard, as the flame floated, as a bauble, where it hung above the two figures. One, a towering figure, hidden in the darkest of cloaks, brandished his sword, and pointed to the other's throat. A gulp and a swallow of fear were heard, and the unseen eyes of the cloaked man glittered with desire and malice. And yet, the sword was pressed harder, until the gleaming tip fund and produced beads of blood, dripping from the woman's stiff neck, as her beautiful eyes betrayed nothing but fear. She emitted an unearthly scream, but one that was heard by none other than the man in the cloak, giving him satisfaction as her forced his way into the girl's mind, savoring every bit of pain she was feeling or had felt. The girl clutched her head as she heard a voice, insistent and soothing, yet emitting fear echo in her mind, causing red streaks to appear on her pale and unblemished neck, courtesy of the unmoving sword.

"Why do you seek me, human? Are you unknown as to who I am?"

The girl shrieked in agony as the voice wrenched her mind, bringing back forgotten fears and inflicting deeper wounds, "I know who you are! I have come to offer my help!"

"I have seen as much from your brain. Pain, misery, oh, what's this? The loss of a loved one?" His laughter created dreams of him, ones that she had refused to believe after it happened. "I have read your heart, and I have glimpsed your soul. Why would you betray the others? Bring suffering and pain, as I am doing to you now?" He inflicted more pain, and shivered in delight. "Is this what brings the humani to their knees? Love?" He sneered.

The girl, limp from exhaustion, replied in a ragged voice, "Love? I have no need for love." She gave a feeble throaty laugh, "Love has brought me nothing but pain. I disown love as a part of me. I seek vengeance. Vengeance so great it will bring the gods to their knees, and will break the very scales of Nemesis. Is that not what you want?"

The figure brought his other hand forward, and slapped the girl, still laughing deliriously, all the pain, and even the sting of the smack escaped her, as madness broke through her mind. "You know? What do you know? You know nothing of me! No one knows anything of me! All the Gods, Titans, and even humans! You ungrateful little mongrels!" He delivered another stinging slap before he removed his presence from her mind, as well as the sword that still scraped her body. She toppled through the air, her strength giving way, before he caught her, and crooned softly in her ears, "Your mind, your voice, is one of brilliance. Of course, it must be restored to its former glory before it can be a tool of mine. I see your plan, and you are to move forward with it until I give you further orders. And don't you worry, I will. From now, on, you are one of mine." He whispered an incantation, as the girl's body began to convulse terribly, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, until they returned, black as a void, empty of feeling or hope. The figure placed her on the ground, and walked away, only turning back to whisper "May you reborn, as the perfect soldier, Piper Mclean" before disappearing into the darkness, returning to his creation, before he disappeared, taking it with him, leaving the girl's mangled body on the forest ground under the sunlight, slowly healing itself.

War. The sounds of battle, combined with the cries of mirth. What the Greeks enjoyed, what the Romans anticipate. But what of pitting them against each other, faction against faction, ancient rivals, with uneasy alliance from the former war? Percy eyed the clashing of both swords and mind, watching for any foul play, resisting the temptation to help either side. Both Chiron and Lupa, in a rare union, forbade him and Jason to properly participate in the Game, fearing their two- sided allegiance would bring both chaos and immense imbalance to the field. Percy uneasily balanced his footing on the air cushion he'd created. It was a trick Jason had taught him.

"As the son of Neptu- I mean Poseidon, you have a small control over air, due to its moisture being water. With practice, you can do this." At that, he rose up into the air, a crooked smile on his face, as he effortlessly levitated 50 feet in the air, a small speck to where Percy was standing.

"Show off." Percy muttered under his breath. He concentrated hard, squeezing his eyes shut and imagining the moisture from the air bending to his will, forming a stable platform, similar to the concrete blocks he could create out of water. He felt himself rise slightly, but as he heard a rustle of leaves behind him, he lost concentration and fell to the ground into the river. The lapping of the waves soothed his sore muscles and refreshd his mind. He considered taking a small nap, before a sudden jolt of electricity shook him awake. With invincibility, It barely felt like a sting, but still, he looked around for his attacker, playful murder evident in his eyes, "THALIAAAAA"

A slender figure casually dropped down from the trees, and Percy suddenly found a bow notched with an arrow at his face. "Nice to see you too, Seaweed Brain." She said, a smirk on her face, "Were you acting? If you were supposed to be a constipated old man, I'd give you a 10 out of 10. Straight."

"Why you little- " Anger and grim determination swelled within Percy's chest, as he suddenly rose up into the air, level with Jason, before dropping down for the waves he had conjured to catch him. The waves surged forward, before it met a barrier of air. Percy mentally pushed the barrier back, but the wall retaliated, pushing him back. Percy saw that both Jason and Thalia were controlling the wall of air, and knew that he wouldn't last much longer against these odds. Carefully balancing on the waves he had formed, he slowly sank down, back into the river, and willed the water to make him invisible. He heard both Jason and Thalia crow in delight at his feigned surrender, and felt Jason float gently to the ground. Then he attacked. He created an earthquake, an introduction to his revenge. The he abruptly rose up from the river, and splashed water into the unsuspecting children of Zeus, drenching them completely.

"How's that for winning, Pinecone face?"

"Oh you are so on!"Thalia screamed as a bolt of lightning came down from the skies, engulfing her completely, blinding Percy's eyes as he turned away. When the light dissipated, he turned to see a Thalia, fully clad in armor, her shield and spear bristling at her side. "Are you ready Kelp face! I'm going to knock your socks off!" She threw the spear at Percy, aiming for his sensitive spot, but somehow, it missed. It flew below his feet. Percy looked down in surprise. He was now levitating in the air, and he could feel the moisture gathered beneath his feet, forming a jelly- like platform which he wobbled on, trying to keep his balance.

"Not enough?" Thalia smirked, "How about tasting a thunder bolt?"

"How about you get up here, and have a proper fight? Or are you too girly with your tiara to come up?" Percy taunted, knowing full well he had stretched Thalia's nerves.

"How about you be a man and face me! You know I hate heights Seaweed brain!"

"Then stop making fun of me!"

"Oh, you're one to talk, you promised not to tell!"

"ENOUGH!" Thalia and Percy both turned to the location of the voice. They had completely ignored Jason, who was now flickering with bolts in annoyance. "Sis, I'll teach you both how to fly. I'll help you conquer your fear, it isn't something to be ashamed of," and he scowled at Percy, "and you, stop taunting my sister unless you'd like to be blasted into a million pieces."

"Gods, he's exactly like his dad." Both Percy and Thalia muttered.

So yeah, he could fly. Now what? He floated around, and catching Jason's eye, began to race towards Zeus's Fist, the wind whistling in his hair. He kept to low ground, he didn't want to be blasted to bits by Zeus just for winning a race against his son. He feet flitted by the river, the water giving him extra strength as he boosted forward. 'Hey, I'm really getting the hang of this," he thought. He zoomed through the thicket, the clang of metals thundering in his ears, triumphant screams and pained groans, ignoring the sparks that came off the weapons, as he concentrated on the pit stop. But then, a feeble groan stopped him. One that sounded like music, that enchanted him. He slowed to a stop, and searched for the owner of the voice. It was Piper, lying on the ground, her legs twisted at an awkward angle. Percy knelt by her side immediately, concern etched across his face.

"H-hold Katoptris while I get up P-percy" Piper whimpered, pain evident on her face.

"Sure thing," Percy said, shaken. He picked up Katoptris, which was covered in blood. Suddenly, Piper's figure became static, before reassembling and becoming still, resembling a dead and stabbed body. "Wa- wait what? Piper? PIPER!" He shouted in desperation, shaking the limp figure.

"Oh Percy," Piper said, materializing behind him, "I'm sorry it had to come to this. But sacrifices do have to be made. You'll understand someday"

The conch horn sounded, as Percy froze, paralyzed with fear. The sound of campers rushing to the spot where fake Piper lay increased, and Piper took her cue to leave. Her job was done. Her employer had bigger plans, some that encompassed the measly camps. Plans to reshape the world, mold it in his figure. It was time to return to the hooded man.