Prologue/Introductory.
"I NEED TO WRITE THIS PLOT SUMMARY DUE TO THE HUGE PLOT DIFFERENCES THERE IS"
Five hundred years later, since the second Gigantomachy. Camp has been successful. They built an army, in which Perseus Jackson became the leader. The army united with the Roman Camp. Unifying both the camps as well. However, due to the increased numbers, they needed to expand camp. Up until Camp was basically a city. One Thousand campers made. They were packed into one camp, with the threats of the Giant and the Titans gone, they seemed to live in peace. They abandoned tradition, or rather advanced it. Bringing in new weapons for camp. Sub machine guns, Rifles, Tanks, and other weapons. The Dawn of technology upon the Greek and Roman demigods furthered as robotics and laser-tech were ensued in the real world. They built in Battle Droids and so forth, even building striker missiles under camp. However, the time came. Percy Jackson died, and so did Jason Grace. To be replaced by a man, a Son of Hades called Uriel Silver. He lead camp into it's nourishment. It's further advancing until the whole of camp was a nation. A small nation. But a Nation. However, the dawn of camp's greatest ages were soon overshadowed by the commanded forces of Gaea's children. The Titan Army and the Giant's army combined, attacked the united camp unexpectedly. Over whelming them .
-PROLOGUE-
Blood, fresh and dried blood. There were no difference. They were splattered on the grassy fields of camp. The blood...was Ichor filled. That the General knew. They did not stand a chance against the attacking army. Yes, the military capacity of camp was high. But they were caught off guard by the huge force, decimating the front of their defenses. Di the strikes missiles stand a chance against the tanks of the two army? No. It was seemed that the Giants and Titans produced their own demigods. Or DemiTitans and DemiGiants. Using their children to attack, only seconded by the monstrous creatures that ate campers
. Claws, gunshots were heard. It was no use. The black-haired olive skin General knew of this. His unforgiving, cold and yet powerful eyes glared at the Giant And Titan army. Five hundred, one thousand..ten thousand. Ten thousand men headed towards them. Their eyes full of the will to kill and the desire for violence and blood. For victory, if you want to look at it in the optimistic way. Although it is not quite possible to look at it that way if they are willing to commit genocide on the gods' offspring for victory. But they had to, just like how the Demigods had to wipe them out.
"BOOM!" Another shot of the striker missile was fired. It was either their loss or the Titan's. They were bringing out the powerful weapons. The General shook his head. His uniform was blood-splattered as he gripped his hold on his H&K UMG. Stygian Iron bullets flung out, the sound itself would crush a normal man's ears. Five other men with him as they continued to shoot. The snipers doing their job, the Hephaestus kids, who were working on the droids were still busy. While the Athena and Apollo kids yanked the levers. Sending missiles off. Explosions, grenades, and so on were heard. But...what did cause that horrific sound? That seemed to have silenced most of the battle sounds if compared to the horrible screeches, then it hit him. Literally. The strong wave of the explosion of the missile sent to someplace was enough to push the general backwards. The heat it made made his skin cripple, his body flying in mid air, his life flashing before him, and then suddenly...he stopped. On the ground, unmoving. Yet conscious, the man's vision was blurred. A war cry was heard from someone, The armies marching, a flash of light that almost made people go screaming, Lasers were fired...and someone yelled the name of the Messenger God, Hermes. Before the armies retreated, and his body was lifted. The moment it was, he could feel a serum injected on-to the back of his neck, and he's out cold. For how long? That, was not a question you could answer.