Behold. I am crouchingapplehiddenmuffin. I have written something in a flash of inspiration at 1 am. What would happen if the gods feared the Demis? They would do the only thing they know how to do. Smite some beeches. Anyway. I am not entirely sure if I will continue this as it is completely AU. It's meant to be a multichapter story. Gimme some support if you think its worth continuing. Other wise I'll call it a one shot and have a Dr. Pepper. Peace. ~Muffin


Power is a strange thing. It changes things. It changes people. It can make you miserable, or it can make you happy. There is a point however, where power begins to corrupt. Power can quickly give way to fear. Fear is the mind killer. With enough fear, a person could enslave an entire nation, or an entire planet. There is a point where you begin to believe that because you have power, someone else wants to take it from you. And that, is exactly what happened to the Gods. They began to fear. They feared us. They knew what we were capable of, they had seen it before. We had defeated almost all of the titans, they could barely contain one. They feared what we might do. So Hera hatched a plan, a plan so evil that Hades himself thought it was a bad idea. The plan to kill the Demi-Gods by wiping Camp Half-Blood of the face of the planet. The rest of the gods were appalled at this abomination Hera had conceived. But most decided it was for the best. They figured they could always have more kids. A few of the gods decided against the plan, the ones that fear had yet to take full hold of. The big three. The rest were convinced. Hera went ahead with her plan. Zeus, Poseidon and Hades, hatched a plan of their own. A plan to save as many as they could, before the deed was done.

I was having a dream the night before End day, or E-day for short. Well, the dream was more like a nightmare. I was walking through what used to be camp half-blood. There were bodies everywhere, the cabins were gone. There was so much blood that it all ran together into a river flowing toward the lake. There were two others with me, but I couldn't make out their faces. Then my father appeared in front of me. "Percy, this is what will happen." I was shocked. I didn't believe it. I couldn't believe it. "Why?" That one word was all I could muster facing reality of what I had just heard. "The rest of the gods fear you. All of you. They believe that you will try to overthrow them." I sank to my knees, I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "My brothers and I are not so heavily affected by fear, we see through its deception. I am warning you my son, you have until day break to escape. Save as many as you can but you must flee. Hades and Zeus are giving similar messages to Thalia and Nico right now. There is nothing more we can do after this. At dawn, Camp Half-Blood, will be erased from existence." Then without warning, I was thrown from my sleep with a sharp gasp. A cold sweat covered me. I threw the blankets off my body and proceeded to have a mini-panic attack when I saw the clock. Day-break was less than an hour away. I grabbed everything that mattered to me in that cabin and threw it into my pack. Some clothes, the watch Tyson had made, a photo album Annabeth had given me and a few odds and ends. I felt like I was packing for a quest, which I guess this was. The last quest I would ever take. I hadn't even bothered to change out of my sleeping clothes. A tee shirt and flannel pants would have to do. I burst out of the door to my cabin and turned straight for cabin one. I opened the door to find Thalia pulling on her famous Death to Barbie shirt. Upon hearing the door open she turned to see me.

I swallowed hard. This confirmed it. Dad had said that Nico and Percy were being told as well. "It's true then?" I heard him sigh heavily before responding "I guess it is." I hung my head for a few moments before I resumed packing. I didn't have much in this cabin anyway. It all fit in my pack without much fuss. "Thalia, we have.." He looked down to check his watch. "A little over thirty minutes. Who are we going to save? Better question, Who would believe us?" That was the harsh reality of it all. We could wake up the whole Camp and warn them, but no one would believe us. He knew it, and I knew it. Crap.


Nico appeared out of the Shadow behind the statue of Zeus. He had his pack over one shoulder. Fifteen minutes till the end.

The three of them said prayers for those whom they were leaving behind in the camp. Twelve minutes till the end.

They each took out their phones and called one person, that is what they agreed. No need to cause a panic. Ten minutes till the end.

Thalia called Annabeth, Percy called Grover, and Nico called Clarisse. Annabeth didn't answer. Grover told Percy to talk to him at breakfast. And Clarisse said many many bad words. Six minutes till the end.

All hope lost, Nico suggested Shadow travel, but it was decided to save that for later. They ran through the door of the cabin and high tailed it for the border and beyond. Three minutes till the end.

They ran past Thalia's tree and kept going. Thirty seconds till the end.

A brillant flash of light lit up the night sky as the fire of a thousand suns and the wrath of eleven gods was focused upon the camp. A shockwave raced outward knocking them to the ground. The wave was so powerful that it broke windows and set off car alarms in New York. The heat caused nearby trees to start smoking or burning. They didn't move, they laid there face down in the grass waiting for it to end. Then just as suddenly as it had started, it was over. Camp Half-Blood was no more. The sun was rising on the horizon. Shakily, the trio stood to their feet, their heads turned away from the carnage that had ensued behind them. Percy, was the first to turn around. Thalia and Nico soon followed suit. They took slow steps toward where the Camp had been.

The first thing I saw was Thalia's tree. It was burning. Argus was nowhere to be found. As soon as my vision crested the hill, I felt my dinner rise in my throat. It was far worse than the dream made it out to be. It wasn't bodies. It was body parts. Blood everywhere, and on everything. The big house was half gone half burning. We slowly made our way back towards the cabins to look for the survivors we all knew in the back of our minds that we wouldn't find. Once we arrived, I lost my dinner. I keeled over and retched, emptying the contents of my stomach onto the ground before me. I slowly regained my footing to find Thalia, sobbing and Nico in a similar position to me. There was nothing left. The cabins had been turned to splinters. Splinters that had pierced bodies. We walked through the devastation, hoping for any sign of life. There was none. The swords from Hephaestus cabin had butchered people. Most of them were skewered to trees by the force of the shock wave. These were people we had known for years. Dead. Mutilated. All around us. A particular sight was the one that lay near the middle of it all. Annabeth. She had a great gaping hole straight through her stomach, I could see the ground through it. She had cuts all over her body and her arm had been torn off. But the worst thing of all, was the expression on her face, and in her eyes. It was one of pure agony. She had not died in her sleep. I closed her eyes and I cried. I screamed. I fought the reality with all I had. I didn't want to believe it. They had woken the camp up in their beds before it happened.

We didn't stay long, we couldn't. We heard sirens, we figured the mist would take care of this. So, we headed for the nearest shadow and headed anywhere but there. I took one last look at the place, before I shut my eyes as Nico got us out of there.