This is my very first fic. I really hope that you all enjoy it and I would appreciate if all hate could be kept to a minimum. Its truly one of the biggest things that can destroy any shred of confidence that any aspiring writer may possess. Constructive criticism is encouraged so I know what you all would like to see on how this goes and hopefully it turns out decently. Pardon any kinds of errors seeing as I'm only a high school student at the moment. Any ideas that you think I "stole" from other people, I'm sorry you feel that way but in a way, all who write are stealing from the main source. Updates will not be regular at this point because school takes priority over other people's pleasure. Also coupled with the fact that I rely on the creativeness when it strikes me.

I think that's enough ranting for the first author's note. Please, enjoy, favorite, PM me if you want to say something, whatever.

Prologue:

Percy's POV

As I lay in my bed, I can't help but wonder why I'm feeling like there is a weight in my stomach. Maybe it's because of who I am and what I do for a living. Let me explain for a moment. My name is Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, twice savior to Olympus, slayer of Gaia, bane of just about every monster (apart from the Chimera. I'm just waiting for round two), and boyfriend to the daughter of the goddess Athena, whom my father absolutely loathes (the goddess, not the demigod). Maybe the reason I'm feeling so off is because of the little box that I've been holding onto for the past couple days.

I feel like the best time today to pop the question would be at breakfast. There, we can show our happiness and joy to all of camp. Ever since the second giant war, the roman demigods and the Greek have been collaborating more and more until we decided to merge camps. Of course, majority of the demigods reside here where it used to be called camp half-blood, but its now called the security to Olympus; however, some Greek and Roman demigods went to the old camp Jupiter to become the scouts of Olympus and keep us all aware of the happenings near Hades' realm.

I'm not sure why that dread I'm feeling just happened to start on the day I plan on proposing to my wonderful girlfriend of a year and a half, Annabeth Chase. Without her, I don't think I would still be alive. She has saved my hide on so many different occasions, I've lost count. Without her, I'm not sure if I could ever keep the strength to continue. But she is with me and hopefully, after breakfast, forever.

I quickly showered, took care of facial hygiene, dressed, and got ready to leave. Before I left however, I took one last look at the ring I had made for her. As I opened it up, I looked in awe at the beautifully crafted ring, thanks to Hephaestus. Ever since Beckendorf, things between me and the smith god have been as smooth as can be. He helped me by forging the beautiful ring that encompasses a foggy diamond. I know it doesn't seem overly special but it looks so much like her eyes, I couldn't resist. I close the box, pocket it, and walk out to breakfast. Today still doesn't seem right for some reason.

As I made my way down to breakfast, I kept getting glances from some of the other campers that worried me because they weren't smiling and laughing like every other day; their expressions were angry and resentful like they had a serious problem with me. Something was definitely wrong. Once again, I shrugged off the feeling deciding it was the nerves because of the thought of proposing. I walked to the Poseidon table and waited for Annabeth. As more people swarmed to their tables, I couldn't help to feel both relieved yet horrible at the same time. I felt great that I was around the people I considered family, yet every time someone looked at me, their face would show some form of rage and hate towards me. I felt like I would be on the chopping block with the executioner holding the ax over my head.

When she walked in, she was laughing and smiling, except she was with the new guy, Eric, son of Hermes. As they walked towards the center of the of the mess hall, Annabeth took one look at me, smirked, and then locked lips with Eric. To say I was angry was like saying that getting zapped by Zeus' bolt is like getting shocked by static electricity. My fork and knife fell and all noise and chatter stopped.

"Why Annabeth?" I asked but my emotion was starting to escape, "After all we have been through, why?"

"Well isn't obvious Percy," she said in a snide, condescending voice, "Eric here is much better than you could ever wish to be. He's smart, funny, and a much better boyfriend that you could ever be."

"Annabeth," I faltered and the dam finally burst, "HOW COULD YOU? YOU HAD MY HEART ON A PLATTER AND YOU ESSENTIALLY STABBED IT WITH A KNIFE!" An eerie sea green light was starting to form around me and the winds started to increase in frequency. At this point most of the campers looked terrified at me and started to call me a monster. She used it as fuel for the proverbial fire.

"See? Even all the campers hate you and want you gone you monster. So why don't you just pack up and leave forever. I'm sure this camp would be better without you here," she goaded me with an accomplished smirk on her smug face.

*Insert Percy's scream. I didn't know how I could possibly make a scream so violent, angry, and broken so I left it to your imaginations* The winds that howled around me were no match to the earthquakes resonating from my feet and the violent rain plummeting and mixing with the wind to make miniature vortex' of wind and water. I have no idea what the mortals would think of this but it would probably include some form of planetary alignment and solar flare all at once.

"YOU KNOW WHAT? I WAS PLANNING ON ASKING YOU TO MARRY ME TODAY ANNABETH BUT NOW I REALIZE THAT I WAS BLINDED WITH THE FACT THAT IT WAS ALL A LIE!" I started to waver and she only became more smug and arrogant. She laughed and said,

"Oh my gods Seaweed brain. You honestly think that I, Annabeth Chase, daughter of the goddess Athena would ever love a stupid sea spawn like yourself? You are more than pathetic and foolish. You are a plain waste of air and being." Her words struck home. I had nothing left to live for. All of my friends have turned against me, my mom and Paul passed away a few weeks ago from some unknown cause, Poseidon has all but stopped talking to me, and now I find out that the past few years have all been a sham.

'There is only one thing left to do' I thought to myself. The gods said that I had one request from them no matter what. I finally knew what I would ask of them and I knew that my uncle would have no problems granting this wish.

Should I continue with this or am I completely wasting all of your time? Please tell me so I know if I should continue or not.