Author Note: OK this going to be my first fanfiction. I have read thousands of fanfiction stories and have I have written others but never posted them, so I hope you enjoy it and please review, tell me what you liked (Tell your friends) and what you didn't. Please don't be to harsh as it could effect my writing or the quality of the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything of "Percy Jackson and the Olympians, The Heroes of Olympus and The Kane Chronicles" series by Rick Riordan!

Chapter 1: Of Figures and A Goddess

There, Three figures could be seen, illuminated by the dark purple light of the fire pit before them. All round them stood the crumbling ruin of a throne room made of black stone, the walls were riddled holes and faded banners that are longer recognizable . The ceiling was held up by cracked pliers, moonlight filtered in through holes in it, the floor was covered with shattered stones and rusted weapons and armor from a battle long since passed.

The first figure was brown haired man clad in a tattered brown hooded cloak that had a barely visible green glow to it, and gray jeans with bronze grieves. He stared a the purple flame, shadows seemed to dance and shift a in the the flames depicting battles and then people, always changing "The time has come, soon it will start. And I will have my vengeance. They regret what happened to my siblings and for my exile. Is every thing in place?" he spoke, his green eyes glance to second figure who was in the shadows of the ruined archway that was once the door.

The figure steps out into the light, he was an older man with a ragged but regal face and short wavy gray hair. He wore tan tweed suit with two nine-millimeter holstered at his sides. Both the holsters and weapons had bright green runes across them. "Yes, our agents are in place and await your word." the aged man stated clearly, staring at the clocked man with old brown eyes.

"Excellent!" The first figure spoke eagerness, moving slightly to look at the third figure. "can your people do it? They need be precise, one miss move on their part and every will be for not."

The third figure was a woman about thirty. She had clad in black hooded cloak, a black armored corset with black arm guards, grieves and black armored boots. Under that she wore back fitted pants,and a thin tight zip up turtle neck sweater. She had silky black hair that shined purple, and healthy pale porcelain like skin. Her dark blue eyes seemed glow through the shadow casted by her hood. The woman slide up from her slouched position on the arm of the shattered throne at rear of the room. She swayed her way towards the cloaked man wail playing string of the bladed dark wood bow swung over her shoulder.

She glanced up from the bow to meet his eyes. "What you don't believe in me?" she pouted playfully, then gave alight chuckle, "Its alright, with my people's skills and yours agents, when we strike, they won't know what hit them. And with a few these..." She paused with a dark glimmer in her eyes, as reached into her cloak and pulled out a golden roman dagger and a Celestial Bronze arrow. "...they'll be to occupied fighting among themselves to see us in the shadows."

Nodding The cloaked man whispered "Good, Every is going as planed", as he turned to stared into flames, as the others left the room.

Thunder echoed a crossed the sky, as lighting illuminated the bed room of a large sea side villa. A dark haired man shot up from his slumber, a bronze knife firmly clasped in his hand , awaken by the sound. The man rubbed the side of his face as looked at the clouded night sky with a irritated look in his eyes. 'damn.. what could they be fighting about now.' he thought with a sigh.

The man was about to lay back down when he noticed some thing that removed all sleep from his thoughts, though a sight opening his door he saw was flickering light shine in. Throwing back covers, he jumped slightly from the large bed and slowly crept out the door and down the hall towards the source as quietly as possible.

The man reached the end of hall and crouched with the knife at the ready and peered around the corner into room. The room was the his living and at the opposite end was a familiar looking figure, the figure was a short girl about that of 10 year old dressed in a brown sun dress, leather sandals with long mousy-brown hair wrapped in a brown headscarf. The figure was tending to the flames the hearth in front of it.

The dark haired man griped the blade and lend forward preparing to lunge at the girl but he halted as she spoke. "Perseus come out" the girl spoke with a familiar soft warm tone. Wearily Perseus stood up and walk out up the side of the couch that stood behind the girl.

The girl turned around to face him and look up at his face with old kind eyes that dance with red flames of warmth. Perseus now realized who she was, "Lady Hestia, What are you doing here, I thought Zeus had closed Olympus from the mortal realm?" Perseus said and then added as he stared at the goddess confused. "Yes that's true, but for the moment the gods eyes are draw elsewhere. Its good to see you. You seem to have aged will." the goddess spook as she looked him over.

The last time Percy stood before any of the gods was at his 18st birth day 13 years before. He stood at six feet, was well built, his hair jet black with gray hair here and there, and his sea green were as bright as ever but held light age lines. He was in black sweat pants and a green shirt, the bronze knife tucked into the waist band.

"Thank you. But what do you mean the gods eyes are draw elsewhere, and why are you here? I had left your world" the goddess let out a sad sigh " Percy, you have been gone far too long, things are changing in the world and the sounds of war once again echo on the wind. when came chance came, I appeared here ask something of you" The goddess spoke as she stared up at Percy who face was illuminated fully by flash of lighting.

His eyes had now grown dark and his face held anger. "No, you can't ask that I've done my p…." Percy said loudly but was cut off as he was blinded as bright light shone around the goddess. When his sight came back the goddess had changed. She now stood at 5' 11 dressed in a light brown robe with a red scarf around shoulders. Her hair had taken a red tint and the red flames of warmth and home in her eyes changes to the dark yellow flames of war. She changed from The Greek goddess of Hestia to The Roman goddess of Vesta .

"yes, I know. I wish didn't have too" She spoke sternly. "But things have changed, this war and the battles to come are both internal and external, events and beings that have not been seen for millennium are coming out the shadows. This war will shake our world to it every foundations."

"Why, damn it, why can't you gods keep your problems to yourselves. why can't we live in peace" Percy all but shouted.

The goddess stared at him for a moment before speaking, "It because we are one in the same. Remember what I said all those years ago, I am here because when all else fails, when all the other mighty gods have gone off to war, I am all that's left. Home. Hearth. I am the last Olympian. You have become em-bodement of those words in the wars you have faced. No matter what came your way, no matter how many fell, no matter the difficulties. You stood your ground and fought for your home"

Percy's face had become blank and unreadable as he stared at the goddess, taking in her words. The goddess took a moment to look around the room; there were a few knickknacks here or there, a picture or two, the stand at rear of room with Family photos and class pictures. There was something she notice about the place; there seemed nothing to indicate his past, no pictures, no weapons, no items at all of the immoral world.

The goddess turned back to Percy with a sincere look sorrow in her eyes, her body seem to blare slightly and spoke in dual voices of sadness "For what its worth I'm truly sorry and if I had choice I would not have you dragged into this. But this is a war that involves all that is our world, immortal, half-blood, monster, and even the mortals."

"So this is it, I'm to leave everything and march back to war" Percy spoke with a hardened tone. There was silence for while before goddess spoke again in a slightly brighter tone. "Yes, but don't think I'll leave you with out help without help. While the gods can't interfere with the moral realm ourselves doesn't mean I can't give you some thing to help you on your path."

The goddess snapped her fingers and three objects appeared on the couch next them. A sliver satchel bag, silver amulet with a golden flame charm and a 4 foot object rapped in cloth. Looking the objects Percy walked up to them "these objects will help you on your journey. The bag is similar to ones the hunters carry, it can hold any thing, in any amount as long as you can fit in the opening. Next is the amulet, as long you wear it you'll be able to call on the power of the hearth to help." The goddess spoke as she went over the items before she picked up the third object and slowly handed to Percy "This now is something to are very familiar with"

With a slight hesitation Percy slowly started to unwrap the item, but halted when a darkly familiar hilt came into view. With dread he riped the rest of the wrappings from it, and stared in horror at a four foot blade of Celestial Bronze and tempered steel, the sword of Luke and Kronos, the blade that haunts his dreams, Backbiter.

"Fuck! what the hell. imposable it was destroyed, melted in the hearth." Percy yelled in shock as he dropped the blade. As he stumbled back from it Vesta reached down picked it up. "Calm Percy, calm down. I know it was destroyed, but as you said, it was destroyed in the hearth, my hearth. Now it has been reforged to serve new cause, a good cause."

With some hesitation Percy took the blade from her. As he held it realized, even though it had the same look, it no longer gave off the the same cold feeling, but one of warmth. As he stared at the blade a glow appeared along the center of the blade and then disappeared leaving five lines of writing in Greek. Looking it over Percy spoke the words out loud. "I am Backbiter. All those who have crossed me have meet their fate. By Luke, I was welded in rebellion. By Kronos, I was welded in revenge. Now with Perseus, I am welded in redemption."

"Percy, that will now be your instrument of your will in this war, were Riptide was a blade of a hero, a guardian of has been. Backbiter is a blade of leader, a unifier of what is to be. You should prepare Percy because by noon tomorrow the war will reach your door. Again I'm truly sorry Percy. But remember your not alone, we are all family and family stands together" the goddess of the hearth said sadly before stepping into the flames and vanishing.

Staring at the flames Percy dropped the blade, slowly slid to his knees and and punched the ground. "Damn it, Damn it all" he cried out as a tear rolled down his face.

Author Note: So that was the first Chapter. I hoped you liked it, and please review. Up next, Chapter 2: Of Black and Silver