Hello! This is Roach26. You might, but probably won't, know me from working with my friend, winonabcd. She's currently writing a story called...actually, she hasn't named it yet. But its good! Anyway, this is my first fic, so constructive criticism only! Just kidding, review anything, down to even a missing apostrophe. I will change it. Perfection is perfect! Special thanks to Rick Riordan, and my editor-in-chief, Winonabcd!

DISCLAIMER: Seriously, does anyone here actually think I own PJO or ANY of its characters? If you do, PM me, so that I can tell you, in person, that I don't.

PROLOGUE

79 AD.

High above the sky, farther than any mortal eye could reach, even if the circumstances didn't involve them screaming for their lives, two men watched the scene slowly unravel. The older man sighed sadly. "What a shame that I must leave this world, with my last sight being one of death and destruction".

The younger one nodded. "Indeed, Uncle. And when the Sun is needed most, to shed light on this miserable day. But, I am afraid you have little time left. This cloud of ash is almost upon us."

The old man furrowed his brow. "Vulcan has definitely outdone himself. I wonder what contraption he's invented this time."

"He believes he can perfect Talos. I don't think he can do it. I mean, look at the first one he made! That defective prototype is going to kill someone one day!"

"I know," replied the old man sadly.

He exhaled deeply. "This life has been fulfilling. Born as Helios, and faded away as Sol. Two different identities I have lived, and both have been delightful." A smile appeared on Sol's face, and for a moment he looked youthful once more. "And you, Apollo—you didn't even attempt to change. What were your words again?"

Apollo looked sheepish. "Yeah, yeah, you can't improve perfection, so what? I was young!"

"Oh, so having humility isn't included with perfection?"

"Whatever, old man."

The two sun gods sat in silence, one watching his impending doom, the other waiting for the inevitable moment when he'd last see his beloved tutor and uncle.

A look of desperation crossed Sol's face. "I am rapidly losing strength, nephew. Come, I must show you something".

Apollo became worried. "Uncle, what is it?"

"The Sibylline Books. I have . . . information. But only you will know. Do not tell anyone, else the Fates will sew sadness and discord among us all".

Apollo's face morphed into a mask, but Sol saw in his eyes something that Apollo did not feel often: fear. Apollo grabbed Sol's hand for comfort, but immediately a vision engulfed his surroundings.

A boy fought a giant retiarius in a miniature Roman city. The boy leaped and stabbed the retiarius through a chink in its armor, and the giant stumbled backwards. The boy held a statue head above the giant's face . . .

. . . and the scene changed. This time a young girl and an older woman stood in a cave, with a spire of precious metals slowly growing in the center. The girl looked up with a defiant gleam in her eye, hugged the woman, and suddenly the vision started to shake. Metals erupted from the ground, the walls turned red-hot, and the ceiling caved in.

When the vision cleared, a chubby boy stood on a glacier, standing calmly as a metallic humanoid figure charged at him. He waited patiently, and suddenly he changed, morphing into a full-grown elephant. The two collided . . .

. . . and a blonde boy appeared, fighting on top of a mountain with another giant. The giant blasted fire, but the boy nimbly dodged. The fight continued, until their javelins collided, exploding in a nuclear blast of power.

Next, a figure engulfed in flames was fighting a woman of pure white skin. The woman sent blizzards of snow at the boy, but none of it affected him. He pulled out two sledgehammers from hammer-space, set them ablaze and threw them at his opponent.

A choppy-haired girl stood over the limp body of the blonde boy. She spoke, and even without sound you could easily see that her voice was resonating with power. The boy's eyes opened, glowing gold.

Then, a blonde girl with startling grey eyes fought against a large blonde boy with golden eyes and a scar across his face in the middle of a ruined building. When he charged, she drew a dagger from her sleeve and blocked his sword. Stepping closer for leverage, she spoke, and the boy stumbled.

Apollo returned to the room in the sky. Sol stared into his eyes, reading them. He whispered "The Prophecy of Seven. I have been blessed enough to be shown the heroes, but they need to be guided along their paths. If they are deterred, then the Age of the Olympians may as well end".

Sol relaxed. "You know of my son, Aeëtes? His daughter, Chalciope, has a grandson named Hyperes. Could you keep an eye out for him and his descendants? I have foreseen that one day; a descendant of mine will receive my power. I hope that they will use it wisely, for the fate of the gods will depend on them."

Apollo sighed. It was not unusual for Sol, even when he was Helios, to make outrageous remarks such as this. Especially in his dire state, being that he was too weak to teleport away from his impending doom.

Sol's form flickered. "I believe that my time has come. You must leave now, before you too, are destroyed. The Sun will soon be blotted from the sky. I am dependent on it for life, but you—you can escape, and claim it after it returns to us."

A single tear ran slowly down Apollo's cheek. "Goodbye, Uncle." There was a flash of bright light, and Apollo disappeared.

Sol looked down. He exhaled, then turned to stare as the ash cloud enveloped him, blocking his view of anything and everything, and thus extinguishing the Sun from existence.

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