This was something that had been in my head for a while, and I wanted to see what you think of it. (Don't worry, I wrote this a month or two back.)

This may be a bit vague, but I will probably explain the backstory later.

Just a heads up. I used the metric system to indicate some things in this story, but just read meters as yards and an hectare can be read as a football field, and you Americans will be fine. (not really true irl, but it will suffice)

Disclaimer, I don't own Percy Jackson or anything related to it.

I hope you enjoy this.

Percy walked up the hill. The hill that hadn't been here before. The dragon curled around that tall tree hadn't been here all those years ago too.

Percy looked at the dragon better. Was that Peleus. Since when had he become a guard dog. Of what actually. Percy looked at the tree, and saw something golden shimmering in the branches. The Golden Fleece. At least that explained why the nature felt so strong here.

Percy took the last few steps until he was at the top of the hill. He looked down at the valley. There was some sort of farm, but also a lot of smaller cabins, what looked like a Greek theater and a volleyball court. This certainly hadn't been here all those years ago.

There was nobody in sight, so Percy figured he could just quickly do what he had come to do and disappear without being seen, but the opposite was true.

He stepped forward only to walk face first into some sort of invisible barrier. He was blasted back several feet. What the fuck. He walked forward again, with his hand raised, and touched the barrier tentatively. Okay, so a dragon was guarding a tree with the golden fleece, that theater was definitely Greek, and he couldn't enter; this must be the Greek demigod camp, Camp Half-Blood, as it had been known in his time. Maybe it still was. Well shit. He needed to get in there.

He looked around again, and saw four teenagers trudge up the hill from behind him. They looked disheveled and some had cuts that were still bleeding on their arms or legs. They were obviously demigods. The reached the top and stopped before Percy.

"Who are you?" A blond boy asked.

Percy would have pecked him for a son of Apollo, with his looks and all, but he looked too serious. Then Zeus maybe. But that wasn't quite right either. Percy scanned the boy over and saw a tattoo on his right forearm. So a Roman, then he must be Jupiter's. But this was the Greek camp, right, not the Roman.

Percy looked at the rest of them, to see that them were, in fact, Greek.

Percy looked at the son of Jupiter again.

"Which camp is this?" he asked.

The boy frowned. "Camp half blood," he said. "Are you new?"

Ah, so it was still named that.

"Is Chiron here?"

The boy looked at his friends, unsure what to do.

"Why do you want to know?" the only girl asked. A daughter of Aphrodite, if her voice and eyes that were changing colour were anything to go by. Percy raised an eyebrow at her.

"Can you get him for me, I need to talk to him."

"Are you a demigod?"

Percy nodded once.

"Then you can enter camp, he's in the Big House over there." She gestured to the farm, or the Big House apparently.

"Yeah," Percy said. "I can't enter. So if you'd do me a favor and get Chiron, that'd be very much appreciated."

The girl frowned, she obviously wanted to ask him why he couldn't enter, but a black haired boy stopped her. "C'mon let's just get Chiron." He sounded tired and looked exhausted. "Jason, you stay with him."

The son of Jupiter, Jason, stayed behind, while the black haired boy, the girl and the small, impish looking son of Hephaestus definitely walked to the Big House. Percy looked after them.

Then Percy turned to the boy. "You're Roman," he stated. "Why are you here?"

"Excuse me," Jason said.

"Romans and Greeks don't get along. Why are you here?"

Jason frowned. "Ever heard of the Second Great Prophecy? Or the Prophecy of Seven?" he said after a moment.

Percy nodded, yeah he heard of that prophecy. He was there when it was spoken for the first time and he was there when it was written down in that damned book of Sibylline.

"Well," Jason continued. "It has started, and I was sent here by Hera as an exchange between the Roman and Greek camps."

Now, Percy knew a war was brewing, and he also knew that he needed to be prepared for the worst. That was why he was here after all, to collect his most powerful weapon, so he could use it if everything went downhill.

However, Percy didn't know that it was this war that was happening. The Foretold Great War, was what they called it back in the days. They changed its name to the Prophecy of Seven since that was more specific, or something. Percy didn't remember.

Percy did remember that he would probably need to help Olympus with this war. He had stood on the sidelines when Kronos threatened to tear Olympus to the ground, and he hadn't lifted a finger to help them.

But with this fight, the Fates were quite forward in what they wanted Percy to do. Help them, the Greeks, use whatever method you see fit, they seemed to say. Percy's journey to here had been easy, the fact that he buried his sword in what now was the Greek camp, that he returned precisely at the right moment. The only things the Fates didn't do yet is scream at his face that he needed to help them and slap him in the face, but Percy almost expected them to do so tonight.

And Jason, a Roman, was send her by Hera as an exchange. Hera, that useless goddess, had just been useful. Who would have thought. This might be the only good idea she'd ever had and probably ever will have. To unite the Greeks and the Romans. If they work together, they could defeat everything. However, if they didn't get along, which was likely to happen, given their history, they would manage to start a war between themselves. The First World War and the Civil War of America were examples of when their meetings hadn't ended on good terms. If that happened while they were already at war with someone else, this could become really difficult.

Percy's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a galloping horse. Percy looked up and saw Chiron canter towards them. The three demigods from before were sprinting behind him, but they had a hard time keeping up with the centaur.

Chiron stopped just inside the border of camp and motioned for Jason to come stand next to him, in the safety of the camp. Percy would have snorted, but he restrained himself. If he wanted to hurt the guy, he would have done so by now. However, Percy needed a favour from the centaur, so he would need to behave.

"Perseus?" Chiron asked suspiciously.

Percy grinned and nodded. It had been such a long time since he saw his mentor. Percy had hoped he could be cold and distant to the centaur, but he had always thought of Chiron as a father, and that hadn't changed. Percy half hoped that Chiron would embrace him, like he did all those years ago, or at least shake his hand, but that didn't happen. The immortal trainer of heroes just looked at Percy coldly.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

Percy stopped smiling and frowned.

"I need permission to enter camp," Percy said after a moment.

"Why?"

Percy raised an eyebrow. He knew he was banned from camp, but that was thousands of years ago. Couldn't his old mentor be a bit more enthusiastic, just a bit less cold, about seeing him again.

"I need my weapon," Percy decided to be honest. "And it's somewhere in this camp."

"Which weapon?" Chiron really didn't want him in his camp. "Can't you use another one? Why did you even leave it here?"

"You know of which weapon I speak, Chiron," Percy said lowly. If Chiron was cold, Percy would be cold. "And I buried it on this Island long before camp moved here."

They stared at each other, neither of them backing out. Finally Chiron sighed.

"I can let you in, but under a few conditions."

"Great," Percy grinned again. "Can you just let me in, we can discuss those conditions after I get my weapon," he suggested.

Chiron stared at him some more.

"No killing, maiming, threatening or fighting," Chiron said.

Percy frowned up at his old mentor. Thanks for bringing that up. You kill a few demigods one time and suddenly everybody expects you to murder more of them all the time. Percy must say, it gets tiring sometimes.

"Okay," he said slowly. "I wasn't going to, but thanks for the reminder."

"And don't leave my sight without permission."

Percy rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Can we discuss this later?"

Chiron frowned. "This is non negotiable, Perseus."

Percy stared at Chiron. "Fine. Now please let me in."

Chiron stared at him for another moment.

"I, Chiron, the immortal trainer of heroes, allow you, Perseus, to enter Camp Half-Blood."

Percy grinned, thanked his former mentor and stalked into camp.

Chiron frowned, but went and walked next to the boy. Chiron looked back at the four demigods. "Go have dinner," he said to them. "Don't tell anyone about this just yet."

The demigods jogged past them towards the pavilion and disappeared inside the building.

Percy meanwhile stopped walking and knelt down. He put his hand on the ground, and a raster of thin golden lines spread out around it. They meandered about for just a moment before they all started to move to one direction. They pointed to the pavilion.

"Well," Percy said as he stood up straight again. "It's over there." He nodded towards the pavilion.

"The demigods are having dinner there right now. Do you need to retrieve the weapon right away?"

"Yes." Well, no, but Percy wanted to have the weapon sooner rather than later.

Chiron sighed. "Okay, then." They started walking towards the pavilion. "Don't talk to anyone, Perseus," the centaur warned.

Percy rolled his eyes. "Noted."

Just in front of the pavilion, when they could already look inside of it, Percy stopped again. He put his hand on the ground and the same golden lines appeared again. After a moment, they pointed towards somewhere right of the fire. Percy kept his hand on the floor and the lines started traveling from his hand into the pavilion, until the disappeared into the earth just right and behind of the fire.

"There it is," Percy said. He stood up and looked at Chiron, who nodded once, signaling that they could go inside.

They walked into the pavilion. At first they went unnoticed by most of the demigods, but a centaur is hard to miss. Within the minute, everybody was staring at Percy. Percy just kept on walking towards were the lines had disappeared into the ground.

"Who is that?" A girl somewhere on his left asked. She had a rough voice that demanded respect. She must be a leader, possibly a child of Ares. Chiron didn't respond and neither did Percy.

Percy knelt down before the spot the lines had disappeared. "I will need to destroy the marble," he stated. Chiron gave him permission to do so.

Percy put both hands on the floor and started pushing down. Thin cracks appeared in the marble, that spread out in a circle about a meter in diameter. The cracks grew and multiplied, and soon the marble completely disintegrated into dust.

"Wow," some boy on the left said shocked. "What's he doing?" Percy paid him no mind.

Percy put his hands on the now visible dirt, his fingers pointing towards each other, and hooked his fingers into it. He pulled his hands apart slowly and the ground under it split open. Percy didn't know how deep the sword was buried, so he had to do this slowly and mindfully. If the sword came in contact with magic, it would freak out and explode, or do something worse. So Percy moved the dirt apart meter by meter. He send out the golden lines too, that would start to glow brightly once they were close to the sword. After just a few minutes, the lines started to do just that. Percy pulled his hands out of the dirt.

"Well," he looked up at Chiron, who stood next to the fire. "I need to go in here. Permission to leave your sight?" Percy raised one eyebrow sarcastically. He couldn't believe he was asking somebody for permission to do something for the second time this day. That was more than he had done in the past 700 years or so. Chiron granted him permission.

Percy sat on his butt and swung his legs into the newly-made hole. He looked down into it. It must have been at least 50 meters deep. Hope you don't break something. Percy pushed himself into the hole. He fell down into the damp hole. The smell of earth was overwhelming, and Percy had to admit that he quite liked it. Before he could really appreciate it, however, he had to dig his hands into the sides to slow his fall. He managed to slow down enough so the landing didn't hurt. His hands were completely covered in mud, and it would be a pain to get all that out from under his nails or from his fingers in general. Ah, well, who cares. He knelt down and send the lines out again. They disappeared in the ground just right of him. Percy dug his hands into the earth and started to dig away the ground.

After a minute of digging around, he found the handle of the sword. A few moments later, he was able to pull it out of the dirt. The sword was dirty and Percy couldn't properly see it in the dark, but Percy could remember how it looked. It was a beautiful black, as dark as the night, one might say. Thin, intricate golden lines decorated the entire blade and handle, and glowed when the light would hit them right. The blade itself was long and thin, and wickedly sharp. Percy ran his thumb over the edge of it, and indeed, it was still as sharp as the day it was created. Percy clutched the handle, and he could feel the supple leather adapt to his hand. The leather was black, if Percy recalled correctly, and is was of human skin. He would probably have to replace it after it had been in the earth for so long. Ha, try explaining that to Chiron. That would be a pleasant conversation.

Percy laid the sword next to him and searched on for the sheath. A simple black sheath, also made of human skin. He found it and slung it over his back. He sheathed the weapon and stood up. He looked up and sighed. He would have to climb that whole thing. He should have made a ladder while he was still up there, but he was stupid enough to forget that. Percy dug his hands into the wall of dirt and tested if it was strong enough to hold him up. Fortunately it was.

He started climbing and soon reached the top. He pulled himself up out off the hole, and sat on the floor, his legs still dangling in the hole. He got the sheathe, with the sword in it, off his back and laid it on the ground next to him. Percy pulled his legs out of the hole and dug his hands into the dirt on the sides and hooked his fingers in them. He pulled the tunnel close again, more rapidly then he opened it, luckily. He didn't have the patience to work slowly.

The earth was restored now, but that left the marble. Percy couldn't just summon some marble. He would be able to summon some marble, but only the black kind, and he didn't need to show that to all these people.

Speaking of people. Percy looked around. Every single person in the pavilion was staring at him. Percy wanted to introduce himself sarcastically, but he stopped himself. Chiron told him to talk to no one, so he wouldn't. Ugh, he hated these rules already, and he'd only been here for, like, 30 minutes.

"What is that?" a girl from the right said. Percy looked at her. It was the same girl who asked who he was earlier. She looked strong and like your stereotypical child of Ares: large, rugged, determined, handsome and was probably able to kill you with a crayon.

Percy looked at the sword, what the girl had been referring to, and grabbed it, the handle in his right hand, the blade in its sheath resting on his left palm. He wanted to unsheath it so bad, but Percy knew that the sword wouldn't like the sudden exposure to sunlight. The last time Percy had drawn the sword during daylight without warning it, the sword created its own night. As in, it literally stopped the sunlight from reaching the earth in the area around it, which was only, like, a thousands hectare, or more. That had not been a pleasant meeting with the Olympians afterwards, with as result being thrown back into Tartarus. He should not do that again.

Percy slung the sheathe with the sword onto his back again and stood up. He looked at his hands and dusted them off to his jeans. Didn't do much, but he would have to make do. He turned towards Chiron and looked at him.

"Thanks," he said in a flat tone. "I'll be going now."

But Chiron shook his head. "I don't think so Perseus. Come with me. Rachel, you too." The centaur turned around and walked away, expecting Percy and Rachel, whoever that was to follow him.

A girl with very curly and wild red hair stood up somewhere on the left. She walked around her table and started after the centaur. Percy watched her go and disappear from sight before he even considered to go after Chiron. He looked around again and wanted to say something, before Chirons voice shouted his name. Yeah yeah, on my way. Percy shook his head and started towards the Big House, where he figured Chiron and the girl would be.

So, I don't really know if I want to make this a story, and I certainly don't have the time to do so now, but I wanted to post this anyways. I have my finals this month, so possible next updates will take a while.

Please leave a comment with your thoughts, either good or bad, I will take 'em. If this was too vague, please let me know, since I have the feeling it is.

Thank you for reading.

Bye