Hey everyone,therulerofthenile here.(stupid name,I know) I humbly welcome you to the first chapter of the first story I "created."As you may have guessed by the title and summary this is a pjo fanfic and for those who have not read my profile, note that constructive criticism is please review,because it will warm my heart to know that people actually spare more than a glance at my story . Also note that all the characters are a different from what Rick Riordan pictured them to be as the world in which the demigods live in my story is WAY different from the 21st century and also because my perception of seeing things is different from his.

Moving on...

CHAPTER 1:THE WORLD AS IT WAS

Physically and emotionally broken children trudged through the wilderness, their sole goal to find civilization and shelter. The place wasn't always like this, in fact, the place which used to be modern and futuristic and was; the world wasn't always like this. There was a time when people didn't believe in Greek gods so strongly. There was a time when the world wasn't so barren and empty, a time when people weren't so cruel, was a time when people weren't always fighting. There was a time when mortals didn't know a damn about the world, didn't know a damn about monsters, and was a time when the world had nearly ten times more backtracking from a glorious present to a gloomy past. This is how people felt,the people who had actually survived the change, that is, and even though it took time, they adapted, slowly, very slowly, but surely.

Many of you curious readers may have one similar word in their head-"How?" How did it happen, you ask?It was due to a chain reaction-an asteroid fell, leading to devastating eruptions, and tectonic plates moved causing devastating earthquakes. Some continents people may call by the names North America and South America merged, along with Africa and two other continents. The super continents were named Blythe and Maia as those people were the first ones to claim the land. One drifted a bit higher while Australia claimed it. Japan's lands had their climate changed drastically, the people who tried to go there never came back and rumors circulated that it was the place the monsters had made their home.

A baseless assumption though, as monsters need half-bloods(though humans were also satisfactory for them sometimes) and since none of the half-bloods or mortals supposedly resided there, how could the monsters reside there? Speaking of which,mortals came to know that Greek mythology was real because the mist became weak after the "change." Because apparently volcanoes and earthquakes and merging of continents was magical. The only place where the mist actually still had effect on was in the continent of Antarctica, which hadn't even budged from its position, though its area was actually halved because of the heat.

People now had what you could best define as a capricious behavior. It was mostly because they would do anything to stay alive. They were fearful of the gods though, as they feared they would die if they showed their adamant behavior to gods, who had astronomically risen in power, as the people worshiped them so much. But they too, reminisced the old times, even though they never actually missed those, when the world wasn't so..so dead you could say, yes, that was the correct world for the Earth,it was dead. They missed the times when natural disasters weren't blamed on them, they missed the times when they could stay incognito, having no worry of public image, nor any duties to fulfill, and even though they loved the present, it was safe to say that they were at least amused of the past where stupid mortals had funny ideas about the gods and wore idiotic cloths and had a little box in their homes which they called a "radio."

Some people of the mortal race were a shell of who they used to be, but some people were as built up as their own kingdoms, the biggest ones being that of the Blythe and the Maia dynasty. The gods didn't bother much about them as long as they grovelled their feet whenever the gods showed their presence. The two kingdoms were actually almost the same in size; the Blythe dynasty controlling almost the whole continent while the Maia dynasty controlling about half of the continent, which was based on their other kingdoms who didn't interfere with them as they were insanely big and could crush their kingdom like a mere stone made of mud and also because they thought they that those dynasties were the rightful rulers as they claimed the land first. Both the kingdoms also had righteous rulers, much to the peoples relief.

Half-bloods, also known as demigods, demigoddesses or pseudo-gods' lives...to say the very least, were tough lives in the post-apocalyptic Earth. They were the epitome of despair,as they were basically hunted after the "change."

Nope, humans didn't embrace these guys with open arms! Demigods were literally massacred till they were dead, only for six months, though, as a women from Blythe had given birth to a child of Zeus who had swallowed up his pride enough to ask (beg) the council to create a new safe place for the half-bloods, as Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter were not protected now and they were located in a terrains that...well, lets just say they were not easily accessible. Anyway, the council decided to make seven magically protected areas with basic medical kits and some bags of nectar.

These were evenly spread through the two areas. At the heart of the continent of Maia, there was Camp Olympus, its' architecture a fresh but unusual mixture of Greek and Roman. It was almost as big as both the old camps; it was massive and gave off palpable waves of greatness. It took almost a decade to make the place, until that time the demigods had resided in the medical place they had made into Camp Olympus. The gods guided their fellow sons and daughters to the camp by a race. A little over twenty half-bloods survived the race to camp-Olympus, but the ones who did thrived there.

They had simple rules: to have fun, train at things they were good at, and to revel in the company of others who were like them, and, in time, the demigods and demigoddesses escaped from extinction and instead of joining the likes of dinosaurs and dodos, became almost as common as they used to be three-hundred years ago, about a hundred years after Camp Olympus was made.

Speaking of which, the physically and emotionally broken children who had been trudging through the wilderness were demigods. They were running towards cCamp Olympus, which was about three miles away. There were four of them: two of them were girls and two were boys. The first was a girl of about eight years of age with blonde hair, freckled face and startling, but beautiful storm grey eyes. The second was a boy who looked like he had just experienced puberty, had strong jaws, a thin face and blue eyes. The third one, who was the most farthest back, looked arguably the oldest of the three. She had a messy haircut that looked between pixie and goth, had a pimpled face and stormy dark blue eyes. The last one was a guy who looked eleven, but had a slight stubble and had peculiar legs that look suspiciously like those of a goat. They were not alone though, definitely not alone. Hellhounds were gaining on them, and they were hopelessly outnumbered.

The older girl looked at both of them with concern. They both were scared, especially Annabeth, the younger girl. She looked like she was trying to hold back the urge to break down crying, while Grover, the goat-legged boy looked like he was about to throw up. That was it for the girl, she had long since learned that the sacrifice of one demigod was almost necessary for the group's survival. She did multitasking by furiously rubbing her sleeves on her face to wipe of any traces of tears while running and saying "Run away, take care of Annabeth for me. Someone will have to stay back,and I think that will be me!"

"No! Thalia, are you out of your mind? It's my job to protect you all,"said the boy with the stubble, otherwise known as Grover.

"Well you haven't done such a good job of it!" she said, facing the guilt ridden feelings. She had made her decision, and as she was as stubborn as Tartarus, they all knew they couldn't do anything about it."You know that we can't reach there in time ...unless we have that distraction, and I will be that distraction."

As she spoke, the other boy looked like he was going to say something, and they argued until the boy finally gave up.

"Good luck Thals" was all the boy knew to say. He knew that there was no other choice unless the other boy objected, but he just nodded in response, feeling miserable.

The youngest of them all, Annabeth, was frozen in shock, unable to comprehend all the things that were happening."You ...you promised that you would not lea..leave me,"she said, on the brink of tears.

The older girl just gave a smile and approached the horde of overgrown wolves. She didn't look back, not even once and felt relieved when she felt the steps of her friends getting more distant,and then smirked at the group of hellhounds and took out a dagger. She knew she wouldn't stand a chance with it...but hey! Better than fighting Hercules style.

She then aimed her other hand towards the vicious monster,and a blinding bolt of electricity shot out of her palm turning one of the two dozen predators into ashes. The power she withheld had a detrimental effect on her body. Her posture seemed even more slumped and beads of sweat rolled down her face.

"Come on you overgrown puppies, attack me already will ya...or are you scared of me,a daughter of Zeus?" she bellowed ...effectively making the howling and sniffing hellhounds charge at her.

She had put up a fight with her amateur instincts and natural skill...a good one, but as six hellhounds were still left, it was clear Thalia was on the losing side. But she ducked, slashed, whirled and did everything she thought would kill those stupid beasts, but those stubborn things just didn't die! Reinforcements would take a long time to come, she knew that, it was the middle of the night after all.

She saw a that hellhound was about to pounce on her, and as her dagger was oh-so-conveniently on the ground, she could do nothing about it except close her eyes with sick anticipation for the blow to come...but it never came. Instead, she heard a sword being opened from a scabbard. She peeked her eyes open and gasped.

Perseus Jackson was the man who had saved her, the justice bringer, the hope bringer, the epitome of justice...he had many titles and was probably the most adored and famous person in the history of camp. The vile people feared him almost as much as..if not more as the monsters. He was always there, helping people, bringing justice and slaying monsters.

He wore a robe which had gods-know-how many secret weapons and always wore a hood. At his waist was the scabbard which usually had the legendary sword "Alcuasoar" which translated to crossroads of destiny and in his back was the ink black bow known as "Malanjoar." He was always there...in the shadows, fighting, assasinating corrupt kings, and making empires crumple to dust. His abilities were unknown, speculations were there that he was a demigod, though they were not sure. They were true though-he was a demigod. People said that he was the fastest person with the bow, even better than the mighty lady Artemis herself and his significantly gifted blade with the best reflexes anyone has ever seen were also true actually, but the reason wasn't because his reflexes were fast. They were, but not as fast as people told they were. It was because time slowed down when he fought. Why?Because he willed it? Well...because he Perseus Jackson, Son of Kronos, Titan of time and ruler of the Titans.

Something Thalia noticed as he effortlessly killed the funny things was that they looked hesitant to kill the assassin.

Well...that's all folks...liked it? Well,then thanks,its well because of my imagination and my beta's (riptidedauntlessgryffindor) impeccable use of grammar.

Please review and follow, also constructive criticism is welcomed.

Thanking you

therulerofthenile signing off...