A different take on the Heroes of Olympus, centering more on PJO characters, and maybe a few on the HoO later on.

Aftermath of The Last Olympians

"Percy, why don't you put the plates in the kitchen and I'll clean it up later. It's been a long day." Sally Jackson said to her son.

Percy smiled. "Okay mom."

Picking up the dirty plates, Percy stacked them together and went to the kitchen. He was pretty tired from all earlier events. Most of the fighters were still healing and he would go back to camp first thing in the morning to help with the cleanups. Being with his mom and Paul was just a short live break, one that would continue until after he's finish helping rebuilt the camp at least. But lately Percy's been wondering if he should stay at camp all year long. He wouldn't want to disturb the small family his mom and Paul have here. Sure he'll visit but living with them seemed inappropriate and it would put them in more danger than not.

A small noise broke him out of his thoughts and Percy turned to face the only window in the kitchen. A figure was seen, hooded with a black cloak. A pale white hand pulled the hood down and the solemn face of Nico di Angelo stared back at him.

Percy feels a cold shiver down his spine. The last time Nico appeared, Percy ends up having to bathe in the Stynx; a brilliant yet dangerous plan. A plan that save them all in the end. A plan he avoided a year until it became their last resort.

"Nico…" This time felt just like the last. It feels as if Nico brings a warning with him.

"Hey, Perce." Nico said lightly.

Percy gave him a soft smile. "How are you, really? Shouldn't you be at camp?"

"It's too crowded back there and with all what's going on…"

"I know. Would you like to come inside?"

"I… Okay." Nico didn't declined. The younger, or supposedly older, boy climb in and close the window behind him. He look around and face Percy, "Umm… Where's your mom and stepdad?"

"In the living room. What's wrong?"

"Percy I…" Nico hesitates before clenching his hands. "The newest prophecy…"

"About the seven demigods?" Nico nodded and now Percy feels something bad is about to happen. "Nico, the gods said it could happen in years, months' time. The last one was," Percy swallowed uneasily. Luke's death and the whole war were still taking its toll on him. So many deaths and Silena's betrayal, all of it was too fresh. "The last one didn't come until some years passed."

"Percy, you felt it too didn't you?" Nico asked softly.

Percy froze. No, just no.

"Something's bad about to happen. And all this war with Kronos, it's just the beginning."

No. "No." He said that out loud. "Just no. Nico it's too soon-"

"But you felt it didn't you?" Nico almost shouted. "Something more powerful is stirring. I haven't told anyone yet, not Thalia or even my Father. I need to know I'm not alone on my suspicion."

"Yes, I did." Percy finally admitted. He paused before continuing. "Everyone didn't though, except maybe Thalia. I tried talking but we just didn't want to face it yet."

"Then, it's only the children of the Big Three." Nico nodded to himself. "Percy, I want…" He clenched his hands tighter.

"Nico?"

"Percy, I want to be your ally." Nico looked at Percy in the eyes. "No matter what, I want to be your ally."

Percy was stunned and a bit flattered. "Nico, you're already my ally. We're family after all. We look out for each other."

"No." Nico cuts in. "I mean I want to be your ally."

The implications struck. "What? The others-"

"Percy, you felt it didn't you?" Nico voice was urgent now, a bit desperate as well.

"I..." The feeling of lingering danger, of a sense of warning, a betrayal he isn't seeing. So many were there but Percy just assumed this is the aftermath of war. Yet at the same time, he knew this is something else. Something bigger is moving, a revolution involving beyond the Olympians, the gods and goddesses of Greece.

He secretly thinks Thalia wouldn't want to admit this because it could be so much bigger than everything they face before. The feeling of distrust they're beginning to feel around everyone and a feeling that a secret is about to unravel. That just cause them to turn away their heads. This could ruin them; they're whole beliefs and twist their minds.

But Nico's facing it. He's trying to stop this now. He's not hiding. He's not resting even though he deserved it, they all deserved it, but instead he tried to hold the peace much longer.

And what they're feeling also told them that others beside their own- Nico and Thalia, Percy thought- could not be trusted. Not even Annabeth…

"Percy, I want to know if I can count on you to lead us." Nico didn't said anything about Thalia, but they knew. "I need you to be the one taking care of us. It's like-"

"If you don't choose a side and your allies now, it'll be too late." Percy continues softly. "Like a war game. You need a side, your allies, and you believe I would be one of the factors of this. One of the leading players." His voice started to sound bitter. They stop a war, for what? Only to have another one, a bigger one coming?

"Percy-"

"Okay." Percy agreed. Nico is older but only in fact, not mind and body. He's still having troubles to adjust. Thalia could be their leader, yet he knew she wouldn't want too. This war lost her a brother, a precious friend, and she can't have a free reign after committing to the Hunt.

"I will be your ally."

A soft glow appeared on both of their left wrist 's back. It morphed into a shimmering light blue-green tattoo of lines resembling a wave. It was small, only about three centimeters in length.

Percy didn't say anything and neither did Nico. They both felt something was accomplish.

"We need to find Thalia." Nico said after a while.

Percy nodded, silently agreeing.

They couldn't involve others, not just yet, but maybe and maybe, time would allow them.