I just wanna preface this by saying that this is my first story, and I plan on making this a big one. I've been a lurker here for a while, and I've decided that I should write stories too, as I've been looking for something, and you should "be the change you want to see." And with that I must remind you that I own nothing but the ideas and original spattering of O.C.'s you'll find in later chapters, all rights to Rick Riordan. As I do not own PJO or HOO.

He wasn't betrayed.

He wasn't accused or banished. Forgotten isn't the right word, but something close to it.

Perseus Jackson, a young man, one who had just finished a war. Percy, a true warrior, who had fought his fair share, and had become a respected leader.

But the war was over, and what is a general in a time of peace? People began to move on, prosperity had fallen on the camp, and Percy wasn't needed in the same way anymore. To put it quite frankly his 'fifteen minutes of fame' were up.

Sure he had his friends, and he was a camp counselor, but he could tell something was different. And quite honestly, Percy preferred it this way. He didn't like the attention, and the pressure of all the others relying on him constantly had caused stress that he didn't like one bit. But he did what he had to, because to him, it was the best thing to do. He slowly faded from the campers minds, becoming a background, a constant. One that was there if they ever needed help, but just as quickly forgotten.

Along with the end of his fame, his relationship with Annabeth came to an end as well. Not because one of them were cheating, or under the influence of an outside power, it was ended on equal terms and without tears. The relationship was chalked up to teenage hormones, along with the heightened adrenaline that came along with two wars and constant fighting monsters that came about with being a demigod. They realized that they really didn't have anything much in common, other than having godly blood flowing through their veins. Frankly, they agreed that being friends was much more enjoyable, and effective for their relationship.

The elder demigods in the camp began to live their lives. Some like Leo and calypso explored the world and their own relationships. Jason and Piper had left camp and begun his duties as the new Pontifex Maximus. Annabeth left to go to college, determined to make a name for herself in the mortal world, and Hazel and Frank had gone back to Camp Jupiter. Nico had left to do work for his father, and with Thalia still in the hunt, Percy was the one left behind.

Despite the loneliness Percy was still happy for his friends. He couldn't blame any of them for making the choices he would've made in the same situation. He began to focus on helping the younger campers, and on his own training. He didn't pursue the lives the others did, because he wasn't as lucky as the others. He couldn't go to college or live with his mother and step father, as being the most powerful demigod in centuries had made his scent better than the smell of Starbucks to a middle class white girl. Third wheeling with Jason and Piper didn't seem like the best choice, and no one even knew Leo was alive, let alone that he was out traveling with Calypso.

These compounding reasons began to weigh on his psyche, and Percy began entertaining the thought of leaving camp and roughing it out in the wild, he was drawn to it. The call of travel was egging him on, as if he needed to do so. The feeling that something was missing became practically unbearable. After all fighting was in his blood, and he was sure to get into some just by stepping out of the boundary lines.

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As days turned into weeks and weeks into months after the giant war, Percy felt his fading image around camp, and he honestly didn't mind. But that thought at the back of his mind began to grow. The small voice became deafening in his loneliness. And soon, Percy began to pack his things. Dead set on leaving camp to live and fight in the wild.

He left early in the morning to avoid being questioned by other campers, or stopped by Chiron. Percy had set his mind on his goal, and he figured that it was the right thing to do. Maybe he could find purpose in the wilds that America had to offer, and at the very least, he could always help round demigods make their way to either camp.

As he began his trek toward Thalia's pine, he heard a cough behind him. Followed by a voice.

"Peter Johnson, where do you think you're going at this ungodly hour."

Hearing his 'name' as he had come to know it from Dionysus he slowly turned around.

"Oh Heya Mr. D, I didn't think anyone would be up this early"

"Well then Pedro that makes two of us, and that still doesn't answer the original question" Dionysus slowly dragged his eyes over the knapsack and supplies that Percy had gathered, looking expectantly at the young hero.

Percy sighed loudly, looking the god of wine in the eyes. When that eye contact was made Dionysus was shocked at the deep loneliness he could see in the demigods eyes. " I'm leaving Mr.D, it's better this way. For everyone. I'm not needed here, and even being in camp my scent attracts things from all around. This is for the best." Percy said turning and beginning to walk back up the hill.

"Perseus," Mr. D quickly whispered, momentarily slowing the young man. "Be careful, as the god of madness I know how dangerous loneliness can be."

Percy just nodded, slowly continuing his ascent, not realizing till he reached the apex of the hill that Mr.D had elected to use his real name. An odd feeling hit Perseus, and he felt a renewed energy. It was at that point that Percy realized just how much he would miss camp.

'Perhaps, sooner or later, 'Percy thought to himself,'they'll need me again, and then I'll return.' Unbeknownst to Percy just how soon the camp, and the world would be needing him.

First chapter down, next few will be up shortly, so stay tuned.