Disclaimer: Obviously, I am not Rick Riordan, I do not own the Percy Jackson or Heroes of Olympus Series.


The fighting was like none he had ever seen, everywhere he turned their seemed to be half a dozen monsters all wanting to gut him. More than one monster learned how dangerous this particular demigod could be. He was a blur of motion: monster after monster fell before his blade. The celestial bronze blade cut through the monsters like a hot knife through butter, yet it never seemed to be enough. With a flick of his wrist and lightning fast swing, a Laistrygonian turned to ashes in the wind. A hell hound leaped, ready to sink its teeth into his neck, only to get a mouthful of sword. Finally, the crowd of monster around him thinned out until all the monsters around him were nothing but dust-piles. Seeing no more monsters in his vicinity he tried to think of a nearby spot where he might be needed. The first spot that came to mind was Lincoln Tunnel; Percy had assigned Artemis' Hunters to that tunnel. As fast as his legs could take him, he bolted towards the tunnel. As he ran the sounds of battle assailed his ears: metal hitting metal; People screaming; Monsters dying. He tried as best he could to ignore the sounds. As soon as he reached the tunnel entrance he could see things looked bad; the hunters had set up a barricade of cars at the entrance, which they used as cover and shot arrows from. Monsters were trying to swarm over the barricade but most were dealt with swiftly. Suddenly, an explosion sent several cars and huntresses flying. The monsters attempted to take advantage of the breach but were repelled by the hunters, but the hunters were hard pressed. Hurriedly he singled out the girl that seemed to be coordinating the defense; he sprinted over.

"Thalia Grace?"

The girl turned to face him, and he sized her up in an instance, he knew for a fact that she was fifteen years old, two years younger than he was, but she possessed a fiery determination in her eyes not often seen in one her age. "What is it boy?"

He rolled his eyes, she hadn't been lieutenant of the hunters for long, but she had already picked up some of their tendencies, like referring to the entire male population as 'boy'.

"What's the situation here? How can I help?"

"We're holding, but there's a tank in there that's ripping apart what's left of the barricade. We managed to cripple the treads on it, but it's still firing at us."

Quickly a plan formed in the demigod's mind. "Do you have any Greek fire, or any explosives of any kind?" He didn't like his plan, but it was the only one he could think of. Thalia motioned towards a crate further behind the barricade. "Listen closely, I need you and your hunters to set charges in the tunnel, if we can't hold these monsters back, we'll close this tunnel for business."

Thalia shook her head. "We can't set anything with that tank firing." As if to prove the point, another explosion ripped through the barricade, knocking them both of their feet. Quickly the demigods jumped back up.

"Don't worry about the tank; I'll take care of it." Out of his belt he pulled a round object. Thalia's eyes widened as she realized what he intended to do.

"You're going to drop a grenade down their chimney?! You're nuts!"

The demigod only smiled. "So I'm told, you just make sure those charges are set." His sword in his right, grenade in his left he was about to run through a breach in the barricade when Thalia stopped him.

"Wait! Who are you? I don't recognize you."

"Mark!" and with that he charged through the breach, slashing, and hacking his way through the seemingly endless waves of monsters. After what seemed an eternity he reached the tank. In a two bounds he was on top of the tank. The monster sitting in the hatch let out several growls and hisses which Mark assumed meant 'get off' as the monster tried to take his legs out with a sword. In a flash of movement Mark kicked the monster in the face, pulled the pin on the grenade, dropped it down the hatch, slammed the hatch shut, and jumped off. On the outside of the tank, the only evidence of the grenade was the smoke coming out of the tank barrel. Smiling with satisfaction he turned back towards the hunters, who were finishing with the explosives and were beginning to funnel out of the tunnel. Suddenly, searing hot pain shot through his leg. With a cry he stumbled to the ground, looking back he saw an arrow had pierced the lower part of his left leg.

"At least it didn't hit me in the knee; I'd have to become a guard or something." He commented. As he tried to walk back the pain in his leg intensified, causing him to stumble again: reducing him to crawling. As he looked back he saw a fresh wave of monsters heading towards him and the rest of the hunters. As he continued crawling towards the hunters he heard one of them yell.

"The trigger! Where's the trigger?!"

At first he couldn't understand what she was talking about, but as he looked around he saw a cylindrical object about five feet ahead of him. Summoning reserves of his dying energy, he eventually reached the object, grabbing it. As he held it in his hand he finally understood its purpose, to blow up the tunnel. Weakly, he used a nearby car to help him stand. He looked back at the incoming army, then at the hunters, then at the trigger in his hand. There wasn't enough time; he knew he couldn't get out of the tunnel before Kronos' army was right on top of him. Solemnly, he placed his hand on the side of his sword, causing it to immediately turn into a swiss army knife, which he placed into his pocket. He looked straight at the hunters at the end of the tunnel, defeat written plainly on his face. Then, his face changed, into that of stubborn defiance of fate. He nodded once to the hunters then turned to the advancing army. Ignoring the pain in his leg he stood tall and proud, defying the army in front of him. Thalia, recognizing what he was about to do, tried to run to him but two other hunters grabbed her.

"Mark! No!"

Her plea went unheaded. As the front of the army began encircling him, he brought the trigger to his chest.

"Πείτε Άδη είπα και Γεια σας!" He pushed the trigger, and the world exploded.


The Hunters of Artemis watched as Mark pushed the button on the trigger. With a roar the interior of the tunnel exploded. As the roof collapsed water came rushing in, sounding like a thousand toilets flushing at once. As the rubble settled the water began flooding the entire tunnel. Solemnly, the hunters turned from the scene; there was much more to be done: the battle wasn't over yet.


As the sun rose, Calypso walked the circumference of her island, as she did most every day. Most days were the same, taking care of the plants, walking the island, and having very one-sided conversations with her servants. Most days came and went with little variety, though sometimes a god might visit her with the latest happening in the world, and the occasional demigod adventurer, though she tried not to think about them, it only made the pain worse. As she came to the end of her walk she noticed something in the distance lying in the sand. Quickly, she ran to the spot, and gasped, there on the sand lay the broken body of a demigod.


A/N: Hi guys! My first FanFiction is here! If you have any great plot or OC ideas I'm all ears! Just PM them to me and we'll see what happens. Advice is good, flaming is not.

Translations, characters, and creatures

Πείτε Άδη είπα και Γεια σας!:Tell Hades I said hi!

Mark: A primary character of this story, a demigod of currently unknown origins.

Thalia Grace: Daughter of Zeus, Lieutenant of Artemis' Hunters.

Calypso: Daughter of the titan Atlas and the sea titan Tethys. Resides in Ogygia.

Laistrygonian: Giants from the north, as one demigod called them, Canadians.

Hell Hound: enough said