The Rebels of Olympus

by marthathesnake

About a month after the war against Gaea, the campers are still bitter and angry against the Gods. When Percy, Jason, and Piper begin to start thinking of ways to overthrow the Gods, who were many to blame for the deaths of their friends, the consequences will either be wonderful or devastating. Either way, they will be great. I OWN NOTHING! T for language and violence, mostly.

1. Prologue: The Beginning of a Revolution

DISCLAIMER: The Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, the Heroes of Olympus series, and all of their characters are not mine. all rights go to Rick Riordan and Disney-Hyperion.

About a month after the war against Gaea, I was still very, very pissed off at the Gods. But you really can't blame me. Jason, Piper, and the rest of the surviving demigods pretty much felt the same way. We had all lost everything. About two-thirds of all of the half-bloods, from both Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter had perished in the war. The Gods didn't come to aid us until the last second. Maybe a couple hours or even days earlier would have saved a ton of people. Frank Zhang, Hazel Levesque, and Leo Valdez were among the dead.

And so was Annabeth Chase, my best friend, my girlfriend, and my Achilles' heel.

So, like I was saying, you can't really be angry with me for my resentment.

I don't know really when the first idea of overthrowing the Gods came into my mind, but I suppose it was after another nightmare. I have them every night. It can be anywhere from Tartarus - again, to drowning in oil - again, to watching Annabeth die - again. But every single night I'll wake, sweaty, gasping, mouth tasting salty with tears as I remember that they, the Gods, the rulers of the universe didn't care. The Gods were too selfish to care. They were better than Gaea, sure, but were they better than all of the demigods who had given their lives fighting? What had once been the Seven half-bloods that answered the call was now just me, Percy Jackson, the son of Poseidon, Piper Mclean, daughter of Aphrodite, and Jason Grace, the son of Jupiter. Four of us were gone. And it was killing me every day.

I don't know really when it – the idea of a revolution - came up in conversation with anyone. Just, maybe one day I'd be chatting with Piper and the next thing we know we are both ranting about how an hour would've saved thousands. Maybe one day I'd be practicing sword fighting with Jason and we would see into each other's eyes and know, just know, that we and all of the other demigods in the world would do a better job at running the world than they would be.

Long story short, most of the remaining demigods agreed with us. And we began to devise a plan to overthrow the Gods and Goddesses of Olympus.