This story is about a Christian kid in Orlando who gets attacked by a cyclops. He gets saved by a daughter of Apollo who takes him to camp where he finds out that he is a son of Artemis. Even though he is a demigod he doesn't completely believe in the Gods so he runs away from camp. He becomes an assassin and goes around killing any monster he can find. He comes back to help in the battle against Kronos for Olympus and. He is nearly killed saving the daughter of Apollo and then something really unexpected happens.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO, but I do own my two OC's

Prologue

I stood atop the hill, looking on the carnage that was unfolding. It would be the last battle that would decide the fate of Olympus, the fight to kill Kronos. I would be there final reinforcement, unless of course the Gods somehow defeated Typhon anytime soon, but that was unlikely. However, I was a good enough reinforcement on my own, being arguably (but quite obviously) the greatest hero alive today, and ever.

I unholstered one of my two pistols. A gift from my mom. They looked just like berettas, except the fact that they only shot celestial bronze bullets, oh they also had unlimited ammo. I flipped it in my hand, turned off the safety, cocked it, then reholstered it. I did the same thing to the other. Both were holstered at the side of my chest, like a detective, except I didn't have any coat or jacket over it.

Then, I reached both my hands behind my back where my two throwing knives were sheathed. Well actually there weren't just two, because whenever I unsheathed one, another one would take its place. This was another gift from my mom. I flipped both in my hands. I found a small lizard on a wall next to me, I threw. Both of the knives stuck out of the lizard pinning it to the wall.

Then lastly, I unsheathed my sword. It was made of celestial bronze, but I had painted it silver, in honor of my mom. The blade wasn't completely straight, it had a curve in it to make it look a little like a crescent moon. I swung it in my hand and pretended I was in a fight. After a little bit I resheathed it, and looked back down at the carnage.

Now, even though, there was all of this turmoil to save the Earth and Olympus, all I really cared about was, if she was still alive or not. It might sound silly, but I didn't care about the Gods, in fact I still didn't really believe, even though I was a demigod. I really didn't even care if Kronos won, 'cause I could kick his a** anyway. All that I cared about at that moment was, was that darn daughter of Apollo alive or not.

She was the only reason I even cared about this war, the only reason I visited the camp, the only reason I came back. Of course this was the girl I had liked since about 3rd grade, and I still didn't even know if she had any feelings for me, but all I wanted to do was save her. Like she did me all the way back at the beginning. All about 3 months ago.

Sorry for the short Chapter but it is only the Prologue. This is one of my 2 OC's, BTW. The other is the daughter of Apollo. This will be the best story I will ever right, Promise. Anyway review and I will get the next chapter up soon