This is a combining fanfic of Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Kane Chronicles, Magnus Chase and more books to come.

I was alone. Thank god! If any other poor souls were being tormented out there... that would be physical proof that -

They still existed. So far, though. I was in the clear. The only hero. Oh, Merlin! I completely forgot. My name is Harry. Harry Potter. I'm a wizard, age fourteen. I'm sitting in my 'clubhouse' as Ron and Hermione call it. They don't understand. I'm making a living.

Anyway, I was sitting in the living room, sourly drinking my tea. It has gone cold, but I was so lonely I didn't notice. I heaved a great sigh. "You know what," I whispered to myself. "I'm gonna go check what Hermione and Ron are doing."

Just then, like fate noticed my lonesome suffering, I saw him. Wandering aimlessly through the street. I couldn't speak. I just stared. And that's when I noticed the look in his face. Stressed. The world upon his shoulders! There were more! They still existed. I shuddered at the thought.

You must be wondering who 'they' were. Well... they were called authors. The people that chose us and threw us through prophecies that broke us into a million pieces. And now... there were more. I hurried out of the house and toward the boy. Was he about... twelve? Maybe even eleven.

"What are you doing out here?"

He yelped at the sound of my voice. Poor kid. The authors already got him into their little hell they called entertaining writing! "I - I was sent by someone... here. I don't know why."

To be honest, happiness and delight filled me now. An author has sent the young hero to join me. "Don't worry. I know why you were sent. Follow me inside."

He seemed skeptical but nodded. "Okay."

When we were inside, I took in the boy before me. He almost looked like me! I mean... because he had black hair and green eyes. His hair was less messy and wavier. His eyes more blue then green. And he had tanned skin. He was wearing an odd shirt. Orange with the words 'Camp Half-Blood'.

"Take a seat and I'll explain," I told him as we sat down. He was still hesitant. "Now, I assume you don't know why your here. But don't worry! I'll explain. I'm Harry Potter, and I was chosen to be a hero by someone called J.K Rowling. She is an author. They…" I froze. No! He's so young! He couldn't - but it was too late anyway. "They make us go through quests and missions, they take away our normal lives and control us throughout prophecies."

The boy looked frightened now.

"But don't be scared. I mean - you have every right to be scared, but we are joined together as heroes. Hiding from the fandoms, the monsters, and witchcraft out there. This is a club for all heroes! We will all understand each other. A getaway from the stress some say. So, what do you say? We survive together?"

The boy seemed to be savoring this but nodded his head. "Okay. I'm Percy Jackson. A half-blood, like... half god, half mortal."

"Merlin's Beard," I said, astounded. "Now this is interesting. Tell me your story, Percy. And then there will officially be two heroes. Welcome to the Heroes Club!"

Did you enjoy the story? Really short, I know. But this is the beginning of what is called the Heroes Club. Review, Follow, blah blah. And no? Okay, that's fine.

-Aquatic Decendants