*I don't own PJO, Rick Riordan does.
August 28th, 1776 –
(Just weeks after the Declaration of Independence had been signed.)
Narrator P.O.V.
"You ready?" The question was asked by a boy with jet black hair, that for some reason was always messy, and startling green eyes, that often reflected the ocean.
"For what?" asked the other boy who had similar jet black hair, but his eyes, his eyes were a dark black, as black as the pits of Hades.
"For when we are called upon to fight by our fellow Patriots." Said the third boy, who like the others had jet black hair, but his eyes were a bright blue, and if you looked closely, it seemed as if there were little lightning bolts going on in his eyes.
"Well duh" replied the dark eyed boy, all of them starting laughing, losing all sense of seriousness.
"I wonder…I wonder what location the gods will take when America is the new powerhouse, the new dominant civilization" stated Matt, the green eyed boy, whose full name is Matthew Freeman.
"I bet in the north, maybe Boston. Whadya think Will?" Said the dark eyed boy, whose name is Grant Black.
"I say it's New York. That's probably where Mt. Olympus will go. I wonder if dad will like it here." The bright eyed boy said, whose name you should already know is Will, William Graham.
Five days later all three boys were called to fight in the war, and they did not abandon their country, instead they fought together side by side, making sure they were in the same troop at all times.
After the war
Matt P.O.V
We all changed during the war. We lust to fight even now, and when we killed the damn Brits, we bathed in their blood. In battle we were known as the heartless trio, and we could be the same outside of battle. In a fight, nobody could stand in our way, together or by ourselves. But outside of battle, we were happy, and enjoyed spending time together, and with our other friends and our comrades enjoyed our company too. It was our birthdays yesterday; all of us were born on the same day by the way. We turned 18, and all went out for beer. We got so drunk and forgot where we were, and one of us almost killed a Loyalist (colonists loyal to England), but I'm not going to name any names *cough* Grant *cough*.
It's now a Monday afternoon. Grant, Will and I are sitting here at a cliff overlooking the ocean. The war has just ended a year ago, and we, America that is, gained our independence from England. We were just sitting here, staring out to the ocean and I had an urge to jump into it, and just disappear for some time. I looked at Will and Grant and could tell they were having the same feelings. Not to jump into the sea, no! Grant was probably wanting to disappear to the underworld and Will to Olympus.
All of a sudden there was a blinding light, and three very powerful gods stood in front of us, our fathers.
"Hello Matt, boys," said the man on the right, who happened to be my father, the great Poseidon.
"Good afternoon Uncle," my friends said in unison, which was kinda creepy, but they do it a lot, and I mean a lot.
"We are here to tell you something. We are going to take you to our palaces" Zeus started, till he was cut off by Will.
"Why would you separate us and take us to your kingdoms?" Will asked his father.
"Do not interrupt me son"
"Sorry father."
"As I said, we are going to take you to our palaces, and as long as you are there you will be preserved in time. Now we are doing this for a reason. We foresee a war ahead, one we fear to consult the others about, accept for Apollo. We are not sure of whom it is going to be with, but we know that they will be powerful, and that we will need you. Therefore while you stay in our sacred kingdoms, and will be trained by the best warriors in time that have ever lived, of course, they will all be Greek heroes." Zeus paused to glance at us. "Your skills will be taken to a new level, and you will become so strong, who will almost be like minor gods." Zeus finally stopped talking.
It was a few seconds after we let this all sink in, when Grant asked "but my lord Uncle, when will we be allowed to see each other, and what of the ladies we love." We all immediately thought of the ladies we were chasing, and loved dearly.
It was Hades that spoke this time, "you will be allowed to visit each other during the winter and summer solstice. And as for your mortal lovers, you will never see them again." Hades looked at us with pity. He knew what it felt like to love, and have your love not even share with you friendship.
My heart fell at this. But then my father spoke up.
"Do not wish us ill for this, it must be, but surely you will find new loves, in the near future."
"Of course father." I replied back, looking into my fathers eyes respectively.
Zeus looked at us, and then said "we will take you now to our kingdoms."
We stood. We said goodbye until the winter solstice and with that, we were whisked away to our father's palaces. And started training and a new life for me, for all of us, was waiting.
*This is my revised version, although there wasn't much to revise of my old story. I appreciate any suggestions on my story.
Thanks.