Darion: Ladies and gentlemen! We present to you, the beginning of the new and improved story, Perseus Jackson and the Forethought Five Remastered. This is a retake on the story my brother and his friends made and I hope with my experience as a student in a writing course, I hope it goes up in quality.

Luna: Of course I am here too to add some insight and edit and read the chapters to quality check!

Niya: We all worked hard for this one to come out even though it's been so long. Hope you all enjoy and if you do, leave a follow and a review! Those really help get us going so hit it!

Perseus Jackson and the Forethought Five Remastered

~Prologue~

It was a shame and a tragedy.

As he walked the ravaged battlefield, Prometheus could only silently walk forward as the war torn area littered with corpses, fire and debris reeked of death. Every step that he took allowed dust on the ground to settle on his shiny leather shoes. Only regret and shame panged at him chest as he could only think about the entire thing being his fault.

Ahead of him, Prometheus could see a clearing where it was completely devoid of any signs of life. In an area of a circle, the grass was dead and withered while weapons and bodies were scattered across the lifeless plain.

When he came before the circle, Prometheus could not hold it any longer as he put his hands to his face and started to cry. This has all been his fault, none of this would have happened if he was not so arrogant to think he could prevent and end all this but in the end he was the one who ended up making everything worse.

Dropping his hands to his sides and looking up to the sky, Prometheus cursed the Fates that he failed despite everything that he had given, done and sacrificed. Anger and fire burned in Prometheus' soul and eyes as he gave out a loud cry and a powerful storm of fire erupted around him.

Tears fell down his face as the Titan cried out to the heavens with no one to blame but himself for being short sighted. He was arrogant and believed his plans would pull through no matter what but in the end, he had lost everything. The storm of fire around him violently blazed until the titan felt someone hug his leg.

He turned to see a little girl with mousy brown hair in a simple brown dress. She wore a scarf over her head but it did not hide her cozy red eyes which held within them a sad yet blazing flame.

She gave him a sad smile and said, "Prometheus, please, calm down."

The firestorm slowly died down as the little girl let him go and said, "I know that you mourn cousin, I too am saddened by what has come to pass."

Prometheus furrowed his brow as he softly said, "Hestia…this is my fault."

Hestia shook her head and said, "No one could have known what would come to pass. The evils were cunning and not even you could have foreseen this."

The Titan of Forethought clenched his fists and said, "That does not help me feel any better about what has happened. I have lost everything I have cared about. I have lost everything."

"That is not true cousin," said Hestia as she extended her hand and opened her palm to the ground on her right, "You must not despair for there is something we still must do."

Prometheus' eyes widened as a small box about a quarter of Hestia's size materialized where she was holding out her palm.

The box was bronze and was adorned with gold designs and edges with geometrical shapes and diagrams etched onto the box's surfaces. The top of the box was like a chest as it was an arc shape that was fitted with gems.

Hestia and Prometheus stepped away from the box and said, "The other Gods are still in disarray from their identities. If we are to fix this even a little, we must do this now. This is the most we can do. We cannot let the ones that survived roam free without someone to fight them."

Prometheus nodded solemnly and opened the lid of the box and said, "As long as Elpis runs free, so do the others."

As Prometheus opened the lid, a deafening blast was heard and a powerful pillar of light erupted from the chest and shot into the cloudy skies, ripping open a hole into the blue. The two deities looked up with grim determination as they could see several black ethereal figures like some sort of jellyfish were rushing to converge into the pillar of light and descending into the box. The ebony ethereal forms screamed and made unworldly sounds as they were forcefully brought into the pillar of light by an unseen force.

The Titan angrily glared at the figures as he said, "Momus, Apate, Ker, Stygere…"

Finally when the last black wisp entered, Prometheus and Hestia watched as an ethereal purple mist was surging from the withered circle close to the two and seeing it, Hestia whispered, "Elpis forgive us."

When the purple mist descended into the box, it abruptly shut and there was a long silence. Hestia picked up the box and said, "The box will not open again until the one it finds worthy tries to open it."

Prometheus nodded and said, "For now, we must do our own accords. You are the only sane one and I feel Olympus needs you to rebuild it. The hearth's fire must be powerful for the other Gods to become whole again."

Hestia gave a sad smile and said, "And you, cousin?"

Prometheus held a sphere in his hand that purple energy seemed to move about within. He rolled it around his hand and looked at it and said, "I must be kept to myself for now. I have lost much and I need time to think and mourn."

The large Titan tossed the sphere a few meters away and a tall blue portal formed. He tiredly gazed into it but before he could take a step, he saw Hestia who was now a tall, fully grown woman with burning orange eyes, hold his shoulder and said, "Then allow me to walk you home cousin, you should not be alone right now. I can never imagine what it is like but allow me to be there for you."

Prometheus gave her a kind smile and said "Thank you, Hestia."

She picked up the box and started to walk forward but as Prometheus followed, he turned his head to the battlefield and whispered, "I am sorry my children."

~Many Years Later~

Prometheus sat on the chair in his office as he wrote down notes on his notebook. The Titan was still in his typical tuxedo suit but right now, his long hair was not tied in a ponytail so it cascaded down his shoulders and back. He had been busy but the last few years had been good to him and he now had a daughter. She was downstairs with her studies and she was a bright young lady at the age of nine. Already fluent in Greek, Chinese, German and French, an avid learner in the medical and healing arts and she was already a natural in her weapon of choice, a Chinese style halberd.

The Titan chuckled at the thought of his daughter and as he was scribbling down some notes, he looked up as he felt a presence and saw Hestia in her child like form holding the same box from many years ago. The box's runes and shapes were glowing white as Hestia met Prometheus' eyes and said, "Cousin it is time. Pandora's Box is ready to open once more."

Prometheus rose from his chair and said, "Who is it?"

The Goddess nudged her head and a portal of flame opened to reveal a dark room that seemed to be in an abandoned apartment and looking closely, Prometheus saw a young boy with jet black hair and sea green eyes.

Darion: And that is a wrap for the prologue! The next chapters will be all about building the team! I'm taking it slower this time and I hope you all like the pacing. This of course will follow the original series story but with our own twists!

Luna: Hope you all liked it! We will be back soon for more!