A/N If your reading this, I'll thank you, since that means your going to read my story. I'd like to say that I don't own any of the Percy Jackson books, if I did, Camp Half-Blood would be made of waffles. Really good waffles. With wip cream, strawberries and... dang it, now I'm hungry. So read, and I'll give you a computerized waffle!
Chapter 1: A Fine Plan
They all were lined up for the fight of their lives. Percy Jackson and Thalia were in command of two armies. Their mission was simple: Stop the invading monsters. The problem was that Kronos was rising, and he had let all of his monsters out of Tartarus. Here they were with all of the monsters you could think of. Bolth armies were the same: Spearmen in front with large shields, two rows of swordsmen, and one row of archers.
The plan was simple, Percy would take his platoon in the front and then Thalia would rush in from their left flank. If victory was possible both armies would move westward, make a stand, and hold of the monsters so more troops could be trained. If all of the new heroes made to camp the half-blood army would be large enough to destroy Kronos.
But for now the half-bloods were waiting for what seemed like a decade. The eve of battle was very quite as people prepared their weapons for the hopeless battle. Some people slept but most of them were sharpening their swords and arrow tips so they would be ready. The Apollo cabin was at the archery range teaching and practicing. The Ares cabin along with most everyone were fighting, teaching last minute moves, and practicing. The heptasus cabin were making all sorts of trickery, gadgets, and swords. The weaker cabins were helping with supplies. But all of the cabins prayed to the gods that they would achieve victory. Was it possible?
A/N Sorry it's short, but it's a prolouge, don't worry, the rest will be longer. Review, and I'll give you a computerized waffle! Yea!