Hello! Well, I'm sure that you have seen 100 Themes story before (pity if you haven't), and here I am with one of my own!

Now, I didn't want to do a particular fandom, because I thought I would loose interest. But since I am an avid role-player, and the owner of the number one forum and top role-play in the Percy Jackson and the Olympians fandom, I've been wanting to do someting with the role-play characters and some events! So, don't go bashing on me that ANY of these characters are Mary-Sue, because any of the members of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians RP will tell you that I MAKE SURE that every character that I accept IS NOT a Mary-Sue. I hate Mary-Sue's with a passion, so all of the characters have to have a large amount of flaws. ;) So, moving on . . .

The first theme is "Introduction". I had some trouble choosing this one, but then I chose this approach . . . it's a rethinking of Oskar getting the Quest. ;D If you have no idea what I'm talking about, don't take it out on me, this 100 Themes is pretty much only for the RPers of my Percy Jackson and the Olympians RP, so save the bashing. :P

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS THE ONLY TIME I WILL SAY IT, SO LISTEN UP! I DO NOT OWN PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS! (Now, I WILL tell you whose characters all of these are at the end of every chapter, because I can't take credit for some of the brilliance. ;P

~*~*~Chapter One, Theme One: Introduction~*~*~

Why? Why had he volunteered? Why had he raised his hand to retrieve the prophecy? Was it a spur of the moment? That he felt . . . like maybe he had to? Was it out of wanting to get respect? Did he want to finally beat his sister at something? The way she smirked at him, triumphant and arrogant . . . it was almost enough to make him wrinkle up his nose in contempt.

Or was it destiny?

Or just simply an impulse?

The last one seemed like the right one. An impulse. All of the half-bloods talking around the ping pong table, talking in hushed voices amongst themselves, some wanting to volunteer, but not. Some volunteering, but Chiron shaking his head. Finally, he had raised a timid hand and said he would go.

But why?

This was the number one question that plagued Oskar Sheinfeld's mind, but there were others as well. What was the Quest going to be about? What were they gong to have to do? How many others could he choose to go with him? And who would he choose? Since Luna, Toby and Arra were missing, they were out of the equation entirely. Maybe Bri . . . yes, Bri, pretty, lovely Bri. Definitely Bri. Oskar felt an odd sensation in his chest . . . it was sort of heavy, but light at the same time. Bri . . . he liked Bri. A lot. Maybe would love her if he got the time.

Oskar shook his head. Not the time.

He walked closer and closer to the porch, where he knew Rachel Dare, the oracle, would be waiting, thinking about other people he might take, depending on how many he could . . .

Maybe Jamie, the smart-aleck girl from Apollo cabin he'd grown to be friends with. Yulia, perhaps, the nice, smart Athena girl. Anybody else, he was not sure of.

Oskar opened the front door of the Big House quietly, as if to not disturb anyone that was outside, and walked out of it. There, on the swinging chair in front of the Big House, sat the oracle, her red hair glinting somewhat in the moonlight.

Oskar took a deep breath and walked slowly up to her, standing on mere inches in front of her before she finally looked up. She smiled and greeted him, but saw that his face was serious, and immediately hers turned so.

"Um, guten tag. I need a prophecy. It's - " Oskar began in his thick German accent, but was cut off by Rachel's sudden stony look. Her mouth opened mechanically, and she bent over. She would have tumbled off of the chair, if it wasn't for Oskar catching her and sitting her on the ground. His face grew worried, he had never seen Rachel give a prophecy before. It was frightening, even for a half-blood.

The young woman's body shuddered for a few seconds, and then green mist started pouring slowly out of her mouth. Several seconds later, she spoke in a chilling, robotic voice that was not of her own:

Demigods and mortals seek to put out the flame,

Steal from the immortals, take from their pain.

Corporation against them in many pieces,

Six shall go to the old country, to gather weapons long past their date.

The vexed be victims, saved when too late,

Experimented on for vital information of their kind forgetting hope and piece of mind.

Or Olympus shall rest with the humans fate.

The words of the prophecy sent chills down Oskar's spine. He heard the words echo in his head, and although there were a lot, he would not soon forget them.

Suddenly, the green mist curled back up into Rachel's mouth and it closed. She fell limply onto Oskar, who held her wearily. She took many deep breaths and then looked up at him and smiled faintly with encouragement.

"Better go recite that to them," she said.

Before he left to go back inside, Oskar helped the young woman back onto the chair, and asked her if she needed anything. She shook her head and looked off somewhere in the distance, as if remembering the prophecy like Oskar was, and mulling over what it meant. The truth was, she was probably doing exactly that.

Oskar pedaled back into the sky blue Big House and back to the meeting room, where all of the cabin leaders and one of their siblings they had chosen to come to the meeting if they wished, were waiting anxiously. He entered the room somewhat self-conciously, looking around at all of the faces in the room, of which their were many. Chiron gestured him to the head of the ping pong table.

Oskar recited the prophecy to all of the people in the room, and soon, an eerie silence fell across the room. Then, slowly, conversations trickled to life. Hushed voices started talking in distressed tones, wondering what 'demigods and mortals seek to put out the flame' or 'the vexed shall be victims, saved when too late', could have meant.

Finally, a voice like bells to Oskar's ears broke through all of the talking, loud and powerful.

"The flame is western civilization, we all know that, but mortals are involved which can't be good," Bri said. "We know they stole Hermes sandles . . ." Indeed, everyone did. In fact, that, and the fact that many demigods had suddenly gone missing, vanished without a trace, was the reason why the meeting was called that night.

"The old country-where the Quest kids will be going is across the sea, Europe, maybe Asia and Africa. . . To gather some sort of weapons to defeat these guys . . . Some people were taken, but we only know of 5 . . . So other half-bloods that don't go to this camp might have been kidnapped too, being tortured and experimented on so they could already be dead for all we know - " she paused and shivered. "And if something isn't done Olympus will fall to humans."

Bri opened her eyes and took in some of the other demigods faces, deep in thought. "Either way, we need six people for this Quest."

All eyes turned to Oskar expectantly.

"Umm . . . Bri and Jamie." Oskar said almost immediately, from the thoughts in his head earlier. "And Yulia." He added as an afterthought. Who else? There had to be six Questers. Bri, Jamie and Yulia, along with him, made four. There needed to be two more.

He looked out over the crowd of half-bloods, trying to spot anybody he might know. He spotted a half-blood named Jack, one whose brother had been one of the half-bloods that had gone missing. It was the best person he had come up with so far.

"Jack," Oskar decided, to which the other boy only raised an eyebrow.

"And. . ." Oskar looked around the crowd of half-bloods again.

Bri grinned when she was chosen. "When do we leave?" She asked. "And how are we getting to Europe?"

"Wait, Rosianna," Chiron said. "There needs to be one more quest member."

Bri's real name was Rosianna Brianna Cebilla . . . but she liked to go by a nickname for her middle name, Bri. Maybe it fit her more . . . she wasn't really sure. But she had gotten used to being called Bri, so she just stuck with it.

Bri tapped her foot up and down impatiently. "I dunno. Maybe one of Toby or Luna's friends or sibs."

Toby and Luna . . . that made Oskar's face fall a little. They had gone missing . . . and they were his friends. If anything, he would find them. The Quest seemed to be tied to them, after all.

"How about Seth?" Jamie asked in a bored tone, but equally as impatient as Bri. "Besides me, he was Toby's favorite sib."

Oskar sighed. "Okay. So me, Jamie, Bri, Seth, Yulia and Jack. That's six. What do we do first?"

"Get some sleep," Chiron said. "Report to the stairs of the Big House after breakfast tomorrow."

"Fantastic," Bri said, standing up and walking out of the door.

Oskar smiled slightly as all of the campers filed out of the meeting room. He felt . . . important. The leader of a Quest. That counted for something special, right?

And that was the introduction of a very big, very messy adventure, one that wouldn't turn out so good in the end . . .

Some of the lines were taken directly out of the RP, and for that they belong to their respected owner, FlyingToastersUnite, who is the owner of Bri, and then of course the creator of some of her lines in this story.

FlyingToastersUnite owns Bri, the Minotaur owns Jamie and Seth, and someone who hasn't been in the role-play since the beginning owns Yulia and Jack. Other characters mentioned will probably show up later.

I didn't come up with the prophecy . . . and I can't remember who did.

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