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In The Darkest Of Times

Prologue

The war against the titans was lost. I could feel it. Kronos now knew where my vulnerable spot was and he was going to take advantage of it. Just as the scythe came near the small of my back I felt a buzzing sensation in my body. More like every bone in my body was vibrating. Then I blacked out, and I knew that I was dead.

Two years later

I had finally woken from a two year sleep. My eyes fluttered open and then started to burn as the sunlight, I had not seen in so long flowed to my eyes. My whole body burned, it wasn't just because it was hot. I was shaky, my insides were burning and I was weak. I was laying on a metal framed bed, with white silk sheets like the ones I had always imagined in exotic area. I quietly tried to get up, by trying to not make any nose at all. But obviously that didn't happen. When I got up on my feet my whole body was shaking at the time and collapsed. I let out a shriek in reaction to the pain. It was nothing like I had ever felt before, it was a weird sensation pulsing through my body. I don't even know how to describe it.

Then a teenaged looking women came in, walking toward me. I didn't know where I was but I had a strange feeling I had been here before.

"Calypso?" I said in a questioning tone.

"Yes, it is I, young Percy Jackson."

"H..(cough)..how did I get here?"

"You were sent to me. Your father sent you here right before he was captured. He used a lot of power to get you here. He also knew that you, young hero, are the only person that can save the gods." Calypso said in a soothing tone.

"Your telling me that I have to save the gods? That I am their only chance?" I asked.

"Yes, Percy, you are their only chance. A lot has changed, you've been in a slumber for almost two years. Everyone in the outside world has either been killed or enslaved. Some are lucky enough to stay in hiding and get away from Kronos." She finished.

I guess a lot has changed. I thought about my friends were they enslaved? In hiding? Or worse were my friends dead. I couldn't get up the courage to ask the lingering question, I was scared of what the answer might be. And if my friends were all dead it would be all on me. But my thoughts were interrupted.

"To answer your question about your friends. I don't know. All I know is that a lot of demigods went into hiding when the war was over, some were thrown into tatarus, others were killed. I do know that the world needs you Percy. You must find the gods release them, and bring them together. That is our only chance of surviving this. Unless you would like to stay here with me but, I know that you are to strong to turn away from your problems Percy. You will be a great hero, and you will always be remembered."

"Do you really think I can" I asked. I know I sounded childish but, at this time with all the weight on me I needed to be reassured that I could and would be able to do this.

"Yes, I believe you can. But you will need to stay here for awhile so you can heel properly. Now that you are awake, I think you can heel faster. You should be out of here in a month at most." She said.

"Would you come with me and help?" I asked, even though I knew the answer would be no, I needed to try.

"I am afraid I can't Percy. I am still trapped to this island. Even if I wasn't, this isn't my fate, I'm afraid. I can give you the location of a god though. Each god knows where the others are, they can tell you. But the gods won't be much of a help they are weak from two years of torture, they will not have much power until they become well again." Calypso said in a saddening voice that continued to grow with sadness.

I knew that my being here was not helping her at all. She had already fallen in love with me and I with her once but, I couldn't. Not when my friends, and family could be dead or suffering in tatarus, or being forced into slave labor. There was just too much to think about. I didn't know what to do. I felt lost, like the world needed me but I wasn't there. Which in a sense was true. I was in Ogygia, where I was never changing, where I couldn't help the people I loved. And yet I knew that I wouldn't be much of a help if I could barely stand. What would I do eternally damn them with my amazingly good looks. If my loved ones were out there and they waited two years, I'm pretty sure that they could wait a month more, unless things were really that bad. At the same time I thought they probably think I am dead, living in the Elysium having a good time while they are suffering.

"What happened to me?" I asked, it was just another one of those random things that escape from my mouth.

"You were about to die when Kronos was about to kill you. You dad brought you here. A place not many know how to get here. It is completely safe, and no one will ever know you're here. Anyway the day you got here it was like a black funnel cloud touched the ground on the shore and you fell right through the middle of it and hovered right above the ground. So I heeled you the best I could, hoping you would wake soon. And now that, that day has come you will heel faster and you will train until you are in perfectly good condition. Then you will go, and you will be the greatest hero ever known to the gods and mankind. How's that for you?" She said.

"Sounds pretty good to me, as long as I live long enough to free the gods. Which would be a good idea, I guess." I said.

"That would be a very good thing Percy. You should rest. I will wake you in awhile I can tell you are getting tired. See you soon."

Then I laid my head on the pillow and gently dosed of to sleep. A wonderful dreamless sleep.