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Hey Everybody! Now I know I said that I wouldn't be updating till Sunday, but I ended up staying home sick today, so I have it done early. So here is the rewrite of the prologue of 'the choice'. However, this story is no longer called 'The Choice'. Thanks to Scout Neon Templar for providing the new name 'The Rebellion'.

This story has the same basic plot as my old one; however I will be going into more detail about everything, and will have better characterization, as well as a more in depth plot line.

Now before I get started, I want to send a shout out to Wrothmonk. I just wanted to thank you for being my most consistent reviewer, as well as tell you that I absolutely loved your latest review. I hope this new rewrite is even better than my old one.

Now, I present you…

Percy:*cough cough* aren't you forgetting something

Me: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

Prologue

A cool wind blew throw the forest, rustling the leaves on the large deciduous trees of Connecticut. No one noticed the three bruised, beaten, and fatigued figures hunched together in a small cave that looked over the forest.

There was one boy, about fourteen. He had blonde hair that fell into his mischievous blue eyes. He had lean muscles, but was unnaturally thin, as though he hadn't had a proper meal for many months. He stared out at the large forest, thinking dangerous thinking dangerous thoughts about the gods.

The girl next to him had large electric blue eyes and spick black hair that off-set the pale color of her skin. The girl was wearing punk style clothing that was ripped in several places. She too looked as though she could use a filling meal.

The last figure was asleep; but if had been wake, the seven year old piercing gray eye would have been visible. The soft features of her face were framed, by wild, messy, blonde curls that fell to her mid back. Out of the three children, she seemed to be the worst off.

"Thalia, I don't think we can keep this up much longer," said the boy. "The gods don't care. They created us, yet you don't see them helping. Thals, I will find a way to save us, save Annabeth. I'm going to go search for help. Take care of Annabeth, I'll find you two when I have help."

"I don't know Luke," replied the punk girl-Thalia, "Are you sure it's a good idea to spilt up. Annabeth and I need you. You're the rock, the support of the group. For gods sake, we wouldn't be able to even get decent food without you."

"Everything will go fine, Thals. You and Annie will get food and you will survive," the boy, Luke replied. "Just promise me you'll take care of each other. Can't have either of my girls getting hurt, now can I?"

"Luke—"

"Thalia, I have to go. We can't keep this up for much longer," he said. "If all else fails, try to find the camp the hunters mentioned. Just keep safe."

Before Thalia could respond, Luke had pulled her into a hug. He then placed a kiss upon Annabeth's forehead, and walked out into the wilderness.

Far away from the retreating figure of Luke Castellan, three old hags began to weave a future for the world, because little did they know, the decision to separate the trio had changed the fate of the world forever.

Luke began to search for help; but no matter where he went, he couldn't find any. Over the days, he began to resent the gods. They were all-powerful beings, yet they couldn't even make sure they're children didn't starve?

After about a week, Luke came across a large boulder. Carved into its side was a small Greek delta (Δ). The guileful child ran his long figures across its surface, only to up back in surprise when a passage way appeared.

The passage was a long hallway with different door off the sides, like what you would find in a school. Luke cautiously stepped into the passage and began to follow it.

As he walked, he noticed that the walls, floor, and layout of the passage seemed to change, as though trying to trick him. However, when you don't have any particular destination in mind, then it does matter what road you take (cause it will always lead to Rome).

After what seemed like a couple hours, Luke spotted an old ladder with a delta carved into it. He decided to see where it went.

He came out in a beautiful garden. It was up on the side of a mountain, overlooking a large city. Absent mindedly, Luke wondered what city he was in. In the center of the garden was an apple tree; these apple, however, where a bright, shiny gold, instead of red.

Luke's curiosity got the better of him; he crept towards the tree. When he got closer, he saw the large sleeping dragon curled around its base. That was when he realized where he was. Somehow, he had snuck into the garden of the Hesperides. The dragon was Ladon and the golden apple, were Hera's apple of immortality.

He immediately drew his sword and back way from the tree as quickly as possible. However, just his luck, at that very moment, Ladon decided to wake up.

Its eyes glanced around, searching for they intruder, before the landed on him. With speed Luke had never thought possible for a monster that large, Ladon darted towards him. Only thanks to his ADHD and quick reflexes as son of Hermes, was he able to almost completely dodge the large monster.

However, one of its large claws managed to scrap across the side of Luke's face; forever scarring the flesh. He made run for it as the dragon began to turn around for its second attack.

He ran out of the garden and up the trail as fast as he possibly could. After a few minutes of walking he came to a ruin of what once was a large castle, outside the ruin stood a man almost collapsing from weight of the world. That man was Atlas.

Luke continued forward, past the titan yelling out its many curses; until he reached what once was a throne room. In the center stood a half destroyed obsidian black throne. Luke was about to turn around and leave this place, when he heard it.

"I can help, you know. The monsters listen to me. I can tell them to stay away from your two friends, for a price."

"And what would this price be exactly?" asked Luke.

"I have already gathered an army. I just need chaos amongst the gods and I can rise. I can help you get your revenge, just help me rise."

If he helped this person rise, than Annabeth and Thalia would safe. The gods would regret not helping them, leaving them to die. All he needed to do was help the voice rise.

"I'll do it."

Luke Castellan changed the Course of the earth. He, with the help of the voice's –who he later learned was Kronos, king of the titans- army, managed to capture Artemis while she hunted. She was then trapped under the sky and Atlas was freed. While the gods panicked, trying to find her, Atlas and Luke lead an army to Olympus. With the gods and demigods, both searching for the goddess of the hunt, only Lady Hestia was left to guard Olympus. She was easily overcome.

Kronos destroyed the Olympians thrones and imprisoned them in various places. Athena took Promethesis's old punishment, to forever be chained to the side of a mountain with eagle eating her liver. Artemis was moved to Tartarus, and Poseidon took her burden of holding up the sky. It seemed humorous to Kronos that the Sea should forever hold up his brother's domain. Everyone else was thrown into Tartarus to forever rot in eternal pain and suffering.

Luke was highly rewarded for his efforts during the war. As a reward, he was given practical immorality; meaning that he was immortal as long as he didn't break his oath of loyalty to Kronos or be killed in battle. However, he wasn't completely happy. During the war, Annabeth disappeared and Thalia was changed into a tree by her father, Zeus.

A new government was quickly set up. Kronos dismissed the mist (haha that rhymes) and made the mortals aware of the existence of the Titans. He the formed a new country with himself as king, called Titania. Mortals who supported his rise to power were given the rank of Lacertus; they were the rich and wealthy. The people who didn't help but didn't prevent the either were called Medius, the middle class. Those who mad their distaste for Titan rule, or just the mythological world in general, known but did not act on those opinions were called Inferius, the lower class. Lastly there was the Intactilis class. The openly rebelled against the titans, were force into slavery.

Demigods were killed, imprisoned, or hunted constantly by monsters. Any that knew what they were, were in hiding, trying, and most failing, to create some type of resistance against the Titans.

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So how did everyone like it? I thought it was much better than the old prologue. Do you like that I spread more light on the relationship between Thalia, Luke, and Annabeth, as well as how that contributes to the deal between Luke and Kronos?

Things that I changed from the old story include: Heista is now in Tartarus, Artemis held the sky before Poseidon, Athena is chained to a mountain, Luke did everything for Thalia and Annabeth, and the name of the lowest class was changed.

What did you guys think of my using the main event of TTC? I was going to have Luke steal the master bolt… but I figured that he wouldn't be able to break into Olympus very easily. Did you like the third person POV that I used? Because, I think I will use first person for the rest of the story. (Percy's POV).

Okay, time for a question unrelated to this story. Does anyone else think that Ella and Tyson are the cutest PJO couple ever? I every time I read about the two of them, I was just like 'Awwww'.

So any way review and tell me your thoughts!

~ELM