Prologue
A man stepped out of the shadows into the dim light of the rising sun. It had become a habit of sorts to come to this spot every morning. Despite his hatred of the Gods and all things associated with them, their camp still held a place in his heart.
He continued to walk forward until he reached the base of large hill. The ground smelled of rain, and a gentle breeze caressed his face. A small pine tree, needles an astonishingly dark green, rested at the top of the hill, swaying gently in the wind. A cape of gold wrapped around several of its boughs. The golden fleece.
Long ago it would have pained him just to look at the tree. It held too many memories, too much sorrow, too much agony. It was the perfect symbol of his hatred for the Gods. How could they so easily turn one of their own, one of their blood, into a tree as if they were merely swatting a fly? His friend was worth more than that, surely. Despite his turn on the Gods and their kind, he had quietly celebrated when the life captured inside of the pine was freed. However, time had passed. And he had changed.
He now wished nearly nothing more than to see her returned to this form for eternity.
Soon, he thought to himself. Soon she will be a tree again, and all the Demigods would be dead. His plan couldn't fail. He was sure of it.
Stepping forward, he began to slowly climb the hill.
With his new powers, he could rule the Gods. And no matter how much his old friends begged, they would not be spared. He saved no compassion for them or anyone who fought for those cowards on Olympus.
He reached the peak of the hill and leaned against Thalia's Pine. The wind had finally ceased, and the needles sprang back to life as he smacked against the tree. Crossing his arms, he began to laugh. Those naive fools. They had no idea what they were up against. They thought they had won the war, but it had only been a battle. They imagined Kronos to be gone and to have peace at last.
The thought of the Demigods completely unaware of their impending doom nearly brought him to tears. He fooled them and the Gods.
The sun had nearly rose completely. He smiled at one last thought before turning and descending the hill, not to return to this spot until his plan had been complete and he could burn it to the ground.
They thought he was dead. But Luke Castellan was very much alive. And soon enough, the Titans would rule again.
A/N: So what did you all think? This is only my second fanfic, and my first one with multiple chapters. I honestly have no idea where this story is going to go. I'm planning on making it up as I go. I'll update as much as I can if people like it. Please review so I know if I have enough fans to keep writing. I need inspiration from all of you! And, I obviously don't own Percy Jackson or any of the characters.