It's been fifty years since the all-out war in New York. Fifty years since more and more demigods grew older and older because they had nothing to fear- so long as they pledged allegiance to PEAR.

Camp Half-Blood has gone through relatively no change. The children of gods are still permitted to have a safe haven away from monsters that have gone rogue. In fact, since more of the children survive to be eighteen, the age limit has been pushed to twenty three. The only darkness in the happy camp is the constant shadow of PEAR.

PEAR. perficiendum egregium et adsumptio de regula. Excellent performance and acceptance of the rule

PEAR, run by Kronos, keeps the mortal world in check as well as the rebellious demigods. Since the death of Percy Jackson at the ruler's hand, demigods are permanently looked down upon in the fantastical world that is their reality. The monsters and godlings spit upon them. It is all too often that a poor, wandering demigod is tortured for the titans' amusement. Then there are the few that have wormed their way into the titans' good sides. Such as Montparnasse, the charming son of Aphrodite who is charged with 'keeping watch' on Camp Half-Blood.

The gods themselves are kept in an imprisonment of sort. They do not have the freedom they once had, however they can control their domains to a certain extent. For instance, Zeus keeps the storms in the sky and Poseidon protects the fish in the sea. Hades judges the dead and Apollo assures that the sun rises. They can all fornicate with mortals, but are immediately called back to their Olympic prison once it appears that there is risk of another demigod being born.

Because of this birth control, there are less demigods in the camp. The number, once at five hundred, has squandered down to less than one hundred. There are mixed children among the campers, those who are the children of demigods past and those who are the mistake of a demigod and a mortal neglecting to use protection.

This world exists parallel to the modern world. The mortals may have been slightly aware of some turmoil fifty years prior, but now they live in peaceful ignorance of the fact that they are under titan rule.
It is this world that is close to Marius Pontmercy as he stumbles over the beach. There are large slashes across his thin chest from where a monster sunk its claws. His grandfather was not concerned for Marius's safety; he instead yelled for his grandson to "Get out! I won't have cursed scum living under my roof!"

Now Marius hears the scaly wings on the wind. He knows that it is close and he knows that something is even closer to saving him. He is answered when he sees a young girl, a good four years younger than himself, walking along the beach.

"Help!" he yells and points towards the predator in the sky. The girl sees it and her eyes widen. She rushes to him without a question asked. In his red-spotted vision he can't see much of her but a flash of dark hair and dusky skin. She hoists his arm over her shoulder and drags him along the water, constantly looking towards the thing in fear.

"Almost there, mister. Almost there." She attempts to sound reassuring, but Marius can hear the panic in her voice. She is as unsure as he that they will make it somewhere safe. Suddenly, despite the gloomy skies, the beach is enveloped in sunshine. Marius hears the creature fall to the sand as if struck down by something. He is too delirious to see what.

The girl sets him down. His vision grows black, but he hears her voice calling in the distance, "Joly, Cosette! Help! Help!"

Before Marius finally succumbs to the darkness, he sees a pale face bent over him as well as the smooth skin of a living angel. Marius has always been religious, so he believes himself to be dead when he sees the beauty in the girl who has now become his savior. (He forgets all about the small, dark girl who initially helped him as well as the young man who is tending his wounds)

Everything is this beautiful girl and this sunshine and nothing else exists.

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super short intro, I know.

ATTENTION: I am in need of a beta who is NOT Ceara (ConcreteAngel- poor doll's got so much on her plate)