A/N: Hello! This is a adaption of my story on fanpop. I'm embellishing and correcting the chapters I had written so far, so it may be awhile until I put them all up. Enjoy!
PROLOGUE:
A boy stood in a clearing.
The boy looked around, startled and disoriented at his surroundings. Not a boy really, but a young adult. His pitch black hair was a tangled mess, falling across his piercing sea-green eyes. He wore an orange t-shirt with the words "CAMP HALF-BLOOD" on it in blocky black letters.
A bright light flashed across the clearing, blinding the boy even as he looked away. When he looked back a woman stood in the middle.
"Hera" he said angrily.
The woman was tall; about 5'8. She wore an ancient- looking type of sleeveless dress that flowed down to her feet. Her features were stern and sharp and her expression was one of annoyance and a little bit of desperation. She forced a smile which even the tiniest baby could tell was fake.
"Perseus, I know we have had our differences in our past, but as you are the current leader of Camp Half-blood I require your presence for a mission."
"Whatever it is, Hera I'm not doing it. Plus you hate me! Why would you choose me for your mission? Perseus snapped at her.
"I'm not asking for your permission though it would be easier with your cooperation." Hera said simply.
"What do you plan on doing?" he asked suspiciously.
"You will see" was all she said and before he could react she pressed a hand to his forehead and he promptly passed out.
A/N: the next chapters will be much longer, don't worry.