Hello. Doing it again. I'm so bad...and mean. I mean, seriously? I'm giving you the beginning to a very...suspenseful story. And this is just a taste of what I've been up to as I get back into writing.
I'm so, so sorry about this. But here is the beginning of the end...of everything you have ever held dear and normal. Be prepared for what is coming. Cause it's coming fast. I'll explain more at the bottom.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or Heroes of Olympus or the song This is War by 30 Seconds to Mars. Apart from the song, everything goes to Rick Riordan's beautiful world of half-bloods.
PROLOGUE
It had been a long and tedious final battle, like all final battles were. The end had been nearing, and everyone knew it. The fighters, the soldiers, the enemies, the innocent victims. Everyone. The mortals on the streets of bustling Grecian cities could feel that this day was very important, that something life changing was about to happen.
The battle was atop a mountain. The soldiers were clad in bronze and gold armor, and the enemies might have been the size of the mountain they were fighting on. But, slowly, the enemies were dropping to the ground, most dead, some severely injured, too injured to continue fighting. In some places, the battles had stopped completely. The ground was covered in golden dust—the residue left behind from mythical monsters when killed.
The very center of the battle was between three people. The leader wore only a breastplate. He adorned no helmet, no shield-just a breastplate and a sword. His already messy hair was whipped all directions from the strong winds, hair blowing in and out of his green eyes. Those eyes alone could've struck his enemy down, for the anger and frustration and the absolute feeling of broken was enough to drive him in this battle.
He charged at his enemy, knowing he was nearing defeat. He had to do something, and quickly. His comrade wore no armor at all, and his body was protected by a sweltering fire. He quickly followed his leader into battle against their greatest enemy so far. The giant roared with laughter as they charged him, the boy's fires flickering slightly as the winds picked up violently. He dared a glance over to the source of these violent winds and saw his leader being quickly encased in dark storm clouds and water. Lots of churning murky water that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
To storm or fire, the world must fall.
The words seemed to have echoed across the mountain, down onto the streets of the Grecian cities, carrying across the seas to New York, where another battle lay; waiting for its time to arise. But we shan't get into that just yet.
Atop the mountain, the leader, still encased in his hurricane, attacked his enemy with so much force that the enemy stumbled back, surprised by the amount of power held within such a small form. The other boy's fire had been extinguished and he found trouble trying to light himself again. The wind was too strong, too great, too powerful. He left the fight to his brother-in-arms and focused on rescuing his other comrades, who lay tied together, half dead on a sacrificial pedestal. They were bound and gagged and he worked to cut away the ropes as he glanced back at the battle ensuing behind them.
They knew that, without a god's help, there was no chance of winning. And the gods may be very stubborn, but even they wanted to win this battle, did they not? Their leader prayed hard and fast to every god he could think of, even the ones who loathed his very existence. He prayed for their help, just this once, so that this war could be over. So that the world could be safe.
As his full-force hurricane started to lose power and he knew he only had one strike left within him, he felt extremely blessed to feel new power surge through him, his body glowing with blue-ish green light. The water churned stronger, the earth below them shook violently, and-though they were not aware, atop the mountain-horses across the world became edgy, wanting to run as fast and hard as they could up the mountain to help their master. The water glowed the same blue-ish green as the glow that encased the young man-for 'boy' no longer sufficed for someone like him-and, out of the water, a trident formed and solidified in the young man's other hand.
He smiled as he raised both his weapons, as his enemy's body fell to the earth, as both weapons pierced his enemy's skin and had killed him on impact. He smiled as the battle ceased; the mountain still and quiet. His enemy's armies became frozen in place, and disappeared into the earth. His friends stood, bloodied, bruised, and battered, but still very much alive. The warriors that had died during battle littered the mountain, but they would take care of it soon enough.
Everything seemed cheery, pleasant. The battle was over; they had won the war.
Then they heard the cold, cruel laughter from behind them. Turning, they saw a woman, made completely from dirt, mostly awake but quickly falling back into her slumber. She laughed as she collapsed, melting into the earth. As she disappeared in the dirt, you could hear the sleepily slurred words echo across the mountain top.
"You think you've won, demigods…but it has only just begun," The cold, haunting voice spoke before the woman's dirt eyes closed and you could see her chest rise and fall in a peaceful slumber as she melted into the ground, a cold content smile adorned on her mud-colored face.
A warning to the people, the good and the evil, this is war.
A war was coming. None like any other.
It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie.
They never expected what was to come, what they were about to face.
We will fight to the death; to the edge of the earth. It's a brave new world.
Be prepared, World. There's a war coming. And it's on everyone's shoulders. So, I give you my advice and I hope to the gods that you heed it. It's lifting…be prepared for things you've never imagined. Be prepared to fight. Be prepared for war. Because that's what's coming.
This is war. There is no time for mistakes. It'll get you killed. I can only warn you, and pray to the gods that you heed my words.
Signed,
Jaycee Carter
Teenaged Author
Good luck out there.
You're going to need it.
Okay. So. This is a story in which, in Gaea's final moments, she pretty much pushed the reset button for mortals. I've been toying with this idea for a little over a year now and have finally decided to write it down. Things will pick up in the first chapter, don't you worry about that. I've also already uploaded all I had done for this story onto Wattpad if you all really can't wait to find out what's going on. It'll be under JWilliams21. After reaching all the way down to here, the beginning AN probably makes slightly more sense. Slightly. Cause I never make any sense.
You probably figured this out, but I'm stalling so much right now. I'm supposed to be doing my online driver's ed stuff that I was supposed to be doing since August...I'm such a procrastinator. It's also the end of spring break and you know what else I was supposed to be doing? Biology project that's due first thing Tuesday morning. Sigh. Catch y'all later...hopefully on another story, eh?
~Teen Author
