A/N. This is a Percy Jackson story(which by the way I don't own) but will start off in Ancient Greece
Chapter 1 The son of Hermes, the prince of demigods
1234 BC, The city-state of Elis
3rd Person POV
Jonathan smiled as he ran through the woods back to Chiron's cave. It had been a long day and the 17 year old was hungry, also thought Jonathan "camp would be over for the summer soon and he would have the chance to go and see Zoë". As he thought about this he heard his younger brother Lukos call to him "Hey Jonathan, get in here we're having an end of camp party" Jonathan yelled that he would be there asap and headed into his tent. "It had been a long summer" he thought and he could 100% do with the break that autumn would bring. Just as Jonathan sat down he realised he better go and join the party or else risk the eternal wrath of the dionysus kids. Jonathan stretched, yawned and made his way to the party that would be the last thing before camp finished tomorrow.
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2 years later
Lukos POV
"Well here I was back at camp, another sign of the gods disgusting neglect of their children." Even as I thought this I felt a plan forming in my head, maybe just maybe there was a way to get even with the gods but first if I wanted this plan to succeed I needed the other demigods to support me. I walked over to the mess where everyone was eating lunch, Chiron was out doing something with my annoying "I'm too good for you" brother Jonathan; this was a perfect place for me to spring my plan upon the other demigods. I jumped onto the head table-which by the way is apparently an enormous disrespect to the gods but who was I to care, they probably wouldn't even notice anyway given they didn't seem to notice anything else I did. Well by now I had all the campers attention so I began to unfold my plan. In retrospect it was probably one of the best speeches ever even if I do say so myself and judging by the reactions of the campers they thought so too and were onboard with my plan. Only two tents stood against me they were: my own siblings in Hermes and strangely the spawn of Demeter. I hadn't expected them to not support me but it didn't matter, the support I had was enough easily especially if I could manage to recruit some monsters to my cause of revolution.
Two weeks later the plan was ready, we would leave camp during the night, rendezvous with the 500 monsters and begin our march on Olympus. In barely six hours the first Demigod war would begin and the gods would rue the day they stopped attending to their children and left them to survive for themselves in a dangerous world. Maybe that was okay for wolves but humans are not wolves and they should be treated as such Lukos argued in his mind. He couldn't wait to see his arrogant, stuck-up older brother realise that Lukos had become the powerful one. Jonathan would soon be the servant and he-Lukos of Epirus would be the master of demigods. "There would be many chances later to humiliate his brother" thought Lukos as he looked out of the tent flap but now he had to leave and begin a revolution.