Percy's POV

I saved the world.

A lot of people ask me what my greatest accomplishment was. Usually, they're expecting things like: "I won a competition", "I published a book", "I got an award in an world-wide tournament". Me? I saved the world. Twice over. Kronos wasn't going to be showing his ugly (Okay, he was handsome. But he was possessing a good looking blonde.) face anytime soon. I worked with a team of the most powerful demigods to defeat Gaea. I thought we would have some peace at last, at least during my lifetime.

Boy, I could not be more wrong.

My thoughts were racing like a madman's as I free fell through the air, sure I was going to become demigod mush on whatever was below. Perhaps there was nothing below, who knew? One minute, I was going to the pavilion of Camp Half Blood for lunch, and I next thing I know I'm falling like a rock. My surroundings whistled by me so fast all I could see was a blur. Then, darkness.

Urghhhh I groaned mentally, trying my hardest to move my limp arms, but I couldn't even get my fingers to shudder. My eyelids were heavier than the sky (and believe me, I know how heavy the sky is.) and I couldn't see anything but black with a few multicolored dots fading in and out.

"Do you think he's awake?" The rather deep voice had a streak of a British accent in it.

"I don't know… He did land pretty hard. Good thing I had my dragon. Wouldn't wanna fall like this guy." This one sounded a lot like a slightly muffled pre-puberty drawl. There was some shuffling, then a few low tuned mumbles.

"Well, are you sure he's meant to be here? He's been out for longer than any of you. I think I know him though… Can't put my finger on it." American. With another type of accent in it… Egyptian, maybe? The strange thing was, the voice was so darn familiar I almost frowned in my coma like state.

"I vouch for him to stay here. He looks so typical, but looks can be deceiving. Is he even breathing?" An American teenager, maybe. Seventeen or eighteen?

"Yeah, so says you." It was the guy who spoke first. A smirk was evident in the humored remark. Soft footsteps approached me, whoever it was was swinging something as he walked. A slight breeze brushed my cheeks, followed by a subtle chill that definitely lowered the temperature surrounding me. I clamped my eyes shut, tightly hoping they'd give up on me so I could properly inspect where I was. I twitched my fingers with newfound strength.

Silence. Had they left? The temperature hadn't changed.

I cracked my eye open, only to see Luke's sky blue eyes.

"Arghhh!" I flailed, limbs sprawling everywhere as I tried, and failed, to recover from the shock.

"Whoa! Calm down! I'm not going to hurt you!" The boy with Luke's eyes flapped his hands, indicating I should stop screaming like a girl. Upon closer inspection, I could see his pure blue eyes were too clear and a little more icy than Luke's. Oh man… The similarity though… Both Luke and this boy was unnaturally good looking, with the same I-don't-care-how-my-hair-looks-like-but-it-always-looks-gorgeous-so-whatever look, but this teenager had shocking white hair and unbelievably pale skin. He donned a blue hoodie that matched his eyes, white trails skimming down the hems, along with plain brown ankle-length slacks, tied up with a type of rope at the ends. His feet were bare, and the places he stepped were instantly covered with a thin layer of ice.

"Who are you?" I squeaked out, watching the rest of them. The teens behind him were more realistic. One had dark hair, emerald green eyes that were framed with round, wire-rimmed glasses, and a scar shaped like a lightning bolt on his forehead, although his shaggy hair covered most of it. A little further behind him, a guy that looked about twenty with full body armor in black metal with strange machines attached to his plates was wielding a sword that was flickering with flames. He inspected me with intelligent chocolate brown eyes that matched his slightly lighter mussed up hair, with a few short braids decorating the back. The young man standing next to him looked about my age, with coppery skin and slightly curly hair that reminded me of Leo. Oh wait…

"Hey Carter." I waved my hand weakly in greeting at the guy I defeated the giant crocodile with not a year ago. He grinned.

"Hey Perc. Enrolled in free falling classes?" He smirked and gave me a small wave in return. I rolled my eyes, glad to have someone I knew here. However, I didn't know the rest of the group. Running

"Uh.. Hi. I'm Percy Jackson, demigod, son of Poseidon, turned eighteen few months ago, one of the heroes in the prophecy of the Seven." I rattled off my regular introduction, acknowledging all of the staring eyes. The white haired boy who I first met after my blackout smiled first.

"I'm Jack, Jack Frost, spirit of winter, Guardian, erm… about 320 now, forever stuck at age 17." He swung his cane backwards before shaking my hand cheerily. The scarred boy followed suit.

"Harry Potter, wizard, nineteen, bane of Voldemort, I suppose you know him as you-know-who." His British accent made me smile a little. The last guy who I didn't know stepped forwards.

"Hey, I'm Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third," He made a face "But you can call me Hiccup. I'm chieftain of Berk, viking, and first dragon trainer." I shook his hand as well.

"Dragons? Don't you mean Drakons?" Hiccup laughed.

"No, dragons. Carter did mention our type of dragons didn't exactly exist amongst Greeks, bit of a shame, really." He remarked thoughtfully. Only then did all the introductions sink in.

"Wait… What? Guardian, Wizard, viking chief… And I know Carter's a eye of… uhh… Horus. What's going on?" My mind was seriously muddled. I'd only found out there were Egyptian gods not a year ago, and now all of these… paranormal titles? I studied the men warily, my hands hanging limply by my side as I tried, awkwardly, to get comfortable.

"Yeah. We're from different… What did you call it again? Planes. Hiccup travelled here from a few thousand years ago." Harry sniggered as Hiccup scowled.

"Still sounds really awkward. So I'd be dead by now… Whoop." He grumbled, his flaming sword retracting and shrinking into the metal handle. He fingered the raised areas of the tube, frowning as it seemed to sink it.

"Okay… So what am I- I mean, we doing here?" I ventured to ask what was most bothering me after the introductions. f this was another 'exchange' of Hera's, she better watch here she went. But my memory wasn't gone like it had when I was last taken for a little 'experiment' conducted by her royal asshole. Jack, who had been sitting casually on the top of his absolutely still cane, piped up.

"We're going to save the world." This may sound strange, but the remark was so familiar to me I barely flinched. Sighing loudly, I asked the inevitable.

"Of course. From what?" I leaned, slightly irritated, against the wall behind me, crossing my arms tightly against my chest, waiting for the explanation. Jack pierced me with his chilling eyes, an unreadable expression etched on his face.

"An army of supernatural enemies. Well, mostly supernatural." His pale legs swung lazily from the cane. "We identified every one except for Kronos. You know who he or she is?" It felt like someone had frozen my blood. I tried my best not to start shuddering like a twitch victim.

"Yeah, and he's not exactly... peachy."

"Well, we're up against her, Voldemort, err… Pitch Black, Apophis and Drago. Each enemy each one of us has defeated rose to… as they put it… 'seek revenge'." Harry said in a matter-of-fact tone. Information overload. This was not possible. We had squished Kronos's face only a few years back. The atmosphere became insufferably tense. Appropriate too. This wasn't exactly the best news in the history of heroes. I tried looking for something stupid to say, mostly to try lighten the atmosphere. No such luck. My sense of humor had evaporated, leaving a depressed, rather scared, and an annoyingly formal Percy Jackson. Not good. Not good at all. I cleared my throat nervously.

"How?"

"Who knows? All we've been told is that they've risen from the defeated, and now they're coming at us. As one. Apparently the force is called Unum." Carter supplied. That meant One in Latin. This was not good.

"So what do we do now?" A small smile spread across Harry's face.

"We train, we learn to trust, fight as one, and beat their faces back to the dead." He looked up at me, his small smile morphing into a deadly serious expression. "You up for it?" Was that even a question? He had just told me we were to fight a force more powerful than anything this world has ever experienced, and he was asking me if I was up for it? Was he senile to even consider my answer? Fighting Gaea and a few other beings that rose from the defeated with a bunch of people I didn't know. Of course my answer would be...

"Definitely."

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