A/N: Hey guys, coming at you with chapter 2 of The Perished Ones. I might have misspoken when I said this story won't be that different from my Forbidden Warrior, in fact it's completely different, but the concept is still the same. I'm sorry about that; I would appreciate it if you still chose to read this story though. I guarantee that it will be awesome. Anyway enjoy and leave reviews, if have any questions then please comment them, and I will try my best to answer whatever they are to the best of my knowledge. And if you do enjoy then please favorite and follow this story for further updates.

That is all, I don't own anything Rick Riordian created, if I did then it wouldn't be this shitty. Also you guys can thank my awesome beta dorylover for the editing (that means if you find any mistakes, it's on her lol). And to show I look at the reviews and questions, I will answer one now. To OmegaBanda14, Percy left because he felt betrayed by Annabeth leaving, and as for Nico, well you will get your answer later on in the chapters :D. Until next time pce.

Chapter 2

Over the span of two thousand years, some changes took place involving the Greek gods and their children. One change was the two camps burying their past and unifying to build one single camp, which was closer to Olympus; right on the bank of the Hudson River, directly west of the Empire State Building.

This would have caught the attention of the mortals, regardless of how much the mist was used, if not for the fact that the gods had taken control of everything south of Central Park.

Five centuries after the second giant war, the gods had decided to bring Olympus down from the top of the Empire State building. Everything between w 59st and Battery Park had been destroyed to be replaced by Olympus and the big camp; a place for the children of the gods. Boundary walls had been built around that part of the island to stop any trespassers; mortal or immortal.

This would have caused even a bigger uproar had the gods, major and minor, not come together to manipulate the minds of the mortals into thinking the island of Manhattan had always been that way. They had not used the mist for this task, for it was not strong enough, instead they had directly altered the minds of the mortals.

Some other changes took place, changes like Hades and Hestia gaining a throne in the Olympian council. Due the changes, there was peace and harmony as the demigods and gods lived their lives.

Demigods lived their lives, had families, and didn't die until the Fates caught up to them.

Everything was going well, until a prophecy had been given; a prophecy that was going to destroy two thousand years of peace. The Prophecy had been delivered by Apollo himself during one of the weekly council meetings.

*Flashback*

The gods, major and minor, were all sitting in the throne room for the weekly council meeting. Nothing serious was ever discussed during these meetings. The only reason they were still conducted were because of old traditions. It was the usual; the big three arguing over who was mothers favorite, the twin archers arguing about who was the better archer.

But this meeting suddenly changed when in the middle of his argument with his twin, Apollo's body went limp and he dropped from his throne. But before he could reach the floor his body went rigid and he straightened to his feet.

Everyone watched in stunned silence as his usual blue eyes turned green and green smoke sprouted from his mouth. When he spoke, his usual voice was replaced by an old raspy one.

"All the demigods and gods

Shall unite against all odds

The return of the eldest sons

Will answer the call of the oldest ones

For Olympus to be preserved

Fate must deliver justice well deserved"

After that, the green smoke retreated back into his mouth and his eyes returned to their normal color. His body went limp once again and would have dropped to floor, if not for Hermes, who grabbed him and placed him back on his throne. He slouched there for a moment before awakening and sitting upright. Another moment passed before someone decided to break the silence.

"What in the name of Olympus was that?" Zeus questioned, his uneasiness already taking over.

"I am guessing that's our new prophecy." Apollo replied casually, but the worry was clear on his face.

Never had Apollo himself had delivered a prophecy, but the fact that he had this time worried him to no ends.

"I had a feeling you'd say that." Poseidon muttered.

There was yet another moment of silence before everyone started talking at the same time; each stating their own thoughts on the new revelation.

"SILENCE" Zeus bellowed, slamming his bolt down on the floor. Once everyone had lulled down he turned to Athena. "What do you make of this?"

"I can't say much right now but the first two lines are quite simple. 'All the demigods and gods, shall unite against all odds,' looks like whoever the enemy is, the gods and their children have to work together to defeat them; like the last war." She explained as everyone listened intently. This prophecy, if taken lightly, could possibly be their end. "The next lines 'The return of the eldest sons, will answer the call of the oldest ones' seems to talk about the enemies, referring to them as the old ones. And these eldest sons will be here to answer their call. But I can't say who the old ones are, or who the eldest sons are either. And for the last two lines 'For Olympus to be preserved, Fate must deliver justice well deserved,' I guess to save Olympus; we need the help of the fates." She finished her deciphering as everyone had grave looks on their faces.

"But I mean just because we have a prophecy, doesn't mean it will happen now. The prophecy involving the second war with the titans took almost a century to come to life." Annabeth said from her throne next to Thalia.

"Yes my dear, but the prophecy involving our grandmother came to life within a year, maybe less." Hestia countered, looking at the young goddess with gentle eyes. But behind those gentle eyes, there seemed to be a hint of hatred and anger towards the young goddess of Architecture and Thoughts. The reason behind that hint of hatred and anger seems to be unknown.

"Hestia is right, we need to contact the fates. Maybe they can help better explain the situation." Hades stated as others nodded, seeing the reason behind what he said.

"But uncle, they haven't been seen for the past two millenniums. How do we contact them?" Thalia retorted. The usual confident goddess had now lost that confidence had taken on the persona of uneasiness.

Everyone, again, started up their own conversations, talking about their own way of figuring out the location of the Fates. And once again Zeus slammed his bolt down, silencing the room.

"I want you all to start a search for the fates. Any place you can think, no matter how obvious, look there. Make this your top priority. We will discuss your findings at the meeting next week. Now meeting adjourned." He said disappearing in a flash of lighting. Everyone else followed his example and left the throne room their own way to begin their search.

*End of Flashback*

A week passed and no one had found anything. The prophecy had already left the gods and demigods feeling uneasy, and the lack of evidence as to where the Fates were hiding only increased that uneasiness.

The gods were once again in their throne room, waiting for everyone to show up so their weekly meeting could start. The demigods at camp were given permission to attend this meeting, for the prophecy involved them as well.

Once everyone had taken their respected seats and the room went silent, Zeus started the meeting.

"Has anyone made any discoveries?" He asked, hoping the others had more luck then he had in his findings.

To his displeasure everyone in the room shook their heads. This resulted in only deepening the frown that had already existed on his face.

"What will we do now father?" Artemis inquired. She tried to sound calm for the demigods that were present, but everyone could tell that she was feeling apprehensive.

Zeus would have replied if a satyr hadn't walked into the throne room, making all eyes turn towards him.

"What is it Ceas?" Grover, god of the wild, asked from his throne. He frowned at the arrival of the satyr. Not that he was upset, but it isn't wise to interrupt a council meeting.

The satyr bowed before speaking. "There's someone who wants an audience with the council." The nervousness was clear on his face.

"Who's stupid enough to interrupt the meeting of the gods?" Annabeth muttered more to herself then to the being that were present. But the satyr had heard her and, unfortunately, chose to reply.

"He didn't tell me his name. But he told me it was extremely urgent Lady Annabeth."

His reply turned her cheeks a shade of pink, but she quickly hid it behind a frown, directed at the satyr.

"Send him in then. Let's see what's so important enough that he had to venture all the way to Olympus and interrupt our meeting." Zeus stated leaning back on his throne. In this situation, he would smite anyone that was stupid enough to interrupt his meeting, but recent events had forced him to be patient with everything around him.

The satyr bowed once again and left the room, only to return a moment later with someone trailing him. "Here he is milord." He said before leaving the throne room permanently.

Everyone stared at the boy that now stood in their presence. He seemed to be around the age of twenty with the height of six feet four. His face was adorned by the shadow of a beard that hid his chiseled features, and his head held short cut black hair. Everything about him seemed ordinary except for his eyes, which were the color of purple. This was a first, no one had ever heard of a being with purple eyes.

"Who are you? And what is it that you want with the gods?" Hestia questioned calmly before her brother or his daughter could snap at the boy.

"Better question would be is what do you gods want with me?" The boy replied. His voice sounding very soothing, like leaves whistling in the wind, to the people who heard it that they couldn't help but feel at ease.

"What do you mean?" Annabeth asked shaking herself out of the little trance.

"You've been looking for me, right?" The boy replied, his expression turning into a frown at the sound of the goddess talking.

"Why would we be looking for you? Who are you?" Jason snapped, growing tired of the boy's inquiries as answers.

"Correct me if I'm mistaken, but haven't you all been searching for Fate?" The boy quipped.

"Yes, we've been looking for the Fates. But what does that have to do with you?" Athena stated, being the first to notice his singular use of the word Fates. She narrowed her eyes, examining the boy closely. She knew he had to be a demigod or a god, for no other being or creature would have been able to enter Olympus without permission. She couldn't place it but there was something about him that put her on edge. She was so focused on inspecting the boy that she was a little startled when he spoke.

"Why don't you tell me that? Considering how everyone here has turned the world upside down looking for me, this must be some important shit." He said which threw everyone's mind into a flurry of questions.

Athena was the first to compose herself. "Are you telling us that you're Fate?" She questioned, her narrowed eyes turning into a frown.

"Alive and kicking. How can I be of service?" He said giving a slight bow of his head.