Well welcome to my story its my first time doing a fan fic and it may seem bad but I hope you enjoy.

By the way naturally I don't own PJO and I never will ...also this is the only disclaimer you will ever see

Behind the Mist Chapter 1

The man walked slowly into the worn down warehouse as his foes waited, angry and blood thirsty. He was surrounded on all sides the vicious beasts circling him like vultures. He did not fret however, as this was a daily occurrence for him. He had long since gotten used to unbelievable odds, he drew his blade and waited taking in the moment. Getting a feel for the way his enemies moved, their slightest jerks, the way their eyes darted, and the breaths they inhaled.

It was quick, a sudden rush as he dove forward and plunged his sword through one of the monsters before it even knew what was happening. Quicker still as he leapt onto the next beast, skewering it as if it was a piece of meat. By then the other creatures were reacting, trying to cut him in two before he could move. However they were two slow for the seasoned veteran as he made quick work of each monster one after another each of them crumbling into a fine gold dust shortly thereafter.

The entire battle ended up taking less than a few minutes. The floor covered in the golden ashes of his enemies. He returned his sword to its sheath as he left the warehouse, heading back to the streets to return to his original task. The man stood tall at 6'5 looking to be in his early 20's. His messy black hair falling slightly above his eyes, eyes that were battle worn. He had many visible scars but they didn't even hold a candle to those hidden beneath his clothes.

He had been out searching for a new halfblood that had been reported in the area. A young one between the ages of 5 to 10. However there was a good chance he could already be too late. Halfbloods didn't survive very long these days, most were practically raised at camp. The entire world was in disarray, especially after the mist had vanished. What with the war the gods had been unable to keep it up. Now every day had become a fight for survival, a fight for humanity.

"He~y Percy, did you have any luck" shouted a curly haired guy wearing a beat down rasta cap. "No luck with me g-man, I guess we'd better hope wise girl had better luck than us" "yeah I hope so we could really use some about now."

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and walla the first chapter of my masterpeice I hope you enjoyed please leave a review if you liked it... or hated it …. hell ill even take flames too