Hey, people!! Well, welcome to my fic. It's kinda my first non-oneshot, so be kind in your reviews. As you may have guessed, this is AU/OC. Plus, This first chapter may seem kinda

slow, but it's gonna get more actiony in future chapters. So, sit back, grab a smoothie, and I'll see ya at the end of the chapter.

Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan, thus, I did not write Percy Jackson and the olympians. It ain't rocket science, people!!

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It was another stormy night on the Canadian Rocky's. The cutting winds of a powerful blizzard blasted around the mountain, turning a snowy downfall into a total white-out. The only source of shelter was five miles away, in the tiny village of Banff, and it hardly had enough room for it's residents, much less visitors. The barren landscape surrounding it just didn't allow for much income, and even less tourism.

But, there was one small cave, about thirty meters wide by ninety meters long by seven meters tall.

It was no cavern, not even close, but it was shelter.

And that was good enough for the Beta Squad.

On the inside of the cavern, the a fire crackled in the middle of the floor, casting eerie shadows across the walls, and surrounding the fire was the strangest group of pre-teens you would ever see.

There were four of them, each one being different from the next, yet somehow the same.

One of them, sitting farthest away from the campfire, seemed to be about 13, with intense hazel eyes and short-clipped bronze colored hair. His clothes consisted of black khaki's, a grey tee-shirt, and a navy blue winter jacket. A twenty-four inch sword hung from his waist, the polished bronze handle sticking out of the sheath.

"Hey, Cody!" a boy called from the fire "You look a little isolated over there! C'mon, we don't bite."

Cody, the boy who was sitting away from the fire, smirked, rolling his eyes at his friend's optomism.

His friend, Zeke, who was the youngest in the group, was definitely the happiest, always being the single person who could find the best in a terrible situation. From his dirty blond mop-top to his dark blue snow boots, Zeke was every inch the optimistic eleven year old his appearance suggested.

"Just a moment, Zeke." Cody said with a smirk. Zeke looked at him with a crooked smile on his face, and then back to the fire.

Cody looked down, once again, at the journal in his hands. Under his pen read only six words.

Mission Log. Date: June 15, 2004

Cody heaved a sigh, closing the captain's journal. When there's nothing to report, what reason was there to write it down.

He stood up, brushed the dust off the back of his pants, and walked over to the campfire, where another friend of his was telling yet another ghost story.

"...and so she opened the door ever so slowly. Creeeeeeeek..."

Cody rolled his eyes at the rubbish, but he could see Zeke shivering.

"And out of the darkness, came the largest, hairiest Minotaur she had ever seen. It was so-"

"Aaron." Cody interrupted, putting a hand on Zeke's shoulder "You tryin' to get Zeke to wet his pants?"

Aaron shrugged his bony shoulders, looking at the trembling eleven-year old. "That's the idea." He said, with an evil grin for emphasis.

"I-I wasn't scared." said Zeke, who was still trembling with fear.

"Yeah, ya were." Said Aaron, leaning closer to Zeke

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

Cody, rolled his eyes, grabbing Aaron by the ear.

"Ear, ear, ear, ear!" Aaron said, cowering away from Cody as much as he could.

"Drop it." Said Cody plainly, letting go of the 12-year old's ear.

Aaron pushed his red hair out of his freckled face. "OK, OK! Yeesh..."

Cody glared at him, but a smile still spread across his lips. Aaron never ceased to amuse him.

"The story wasn't that scary." Muttered a slightly foreboding voice, causing Cody to look over at him.

"You don't think anything's scary, Trey." Said Aaron, looking at the black-haired 13-year old, who was sitting five feet away from the fire with his hands in a brown hoodie.

Trey smirked at Aaron. "And that's a bad thing?"

"Well, no, but you... uh..." Aaron started sweating, pulling at the collar of his green winter coat.

"Exactly." said Trey, who had scooched a little closer to the fire, so that he now seemed more of a part of the group "You've got nothin' against me."

Aaron looked like he was about ready to rip Trey's face off, before Cody got inbetween the two.

"OK, let's at least eat dinner before you two kill each other." He said as he reached into his back pack, which was drying by the fire.

He produced five TV-dinners, passing them out to each member of the group. "Thanks, Cody." Zeke muttered as he got his dinner, but Cody was pretty sure he wasn't just thanking him for the dinner.

Cody finally sat down, opened his dinner, and then-

"Uh, Aaron?" said Cody, staring at the red-head, who was holding a previously frozen french fry three centimeters from his mouth "What are you doing?"

Aaron stared at Cody for a moment, then back at the fry. "Uh... right." He said, putting the fry back in the container "I.. uh... was testing you."

Cody smirked, picking up the biggest, meatiest part of his frozen burger. "Thanks." He said sarcastically, holding the piece of meat over the fire.

Zeke nodded solemnly, picking up the longest, fattest fry, and everyone else followed suit.

"Apollo." Cody muttered, letting the burger piece fall into the fire as he thought of his father.

"Athena." Zeke mumbled, dropping the fry.

"Hermes." Aaron said proudly, tossing in a half-frozen mozzarella stick.

"Ares." Trey finally muttered, dropping in a plump drumstick.

The usual sweet oder of a hundreds great things filled the room once the food hit the fire, sending the fumes straight to Mt. Olympus. Cody could almost relate to the gods for wanting the offerings, as a puff of smoke flew by his nose.

"OK, NOW we can eat." Said Cody, looking pointedly at Aaron, who was still trying to look as innocent as possible.

Two seconds later, all four of the boys were inhaling the small frozen dinners that hardly seemed eligible for passing the health inspections.

But after twenty-four hours of marching through the frozen wasteland of the northern Rocky's, it really didn't make that much of a difference.

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How was it? I don't love it, but it's up to you guys. I would really appreciate a review, at least one. I need to know if this is worth continuing!

Pleeeeeeese? Just one short review.

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