CHAPTER ONE.

-?'s POV-

"Vor Moz'er Ruzzia!" yelled the man in the uniform. His grip on his AK-47 tighter as the bullets fired through. The bullets making a mark on the grassy fields of the battlefield on which he used to call home. Now, it was just a battlefield. In which the blood of his opponents, comrades and superiors were spilled. Where the bullets were sent off. He was not to call this home, and if he dies this day...then his pride would be with him. The guns ablaze, explosion here and there. He was almost out of ammo, and he wasn't going to take the chance to go back to their huge armory to reload his supplies of ammo. The moment the last bullet spills from his gun, will be the last breath he took until the cruel hands of Thanatos would lead him to Elysium, where he would be seen with his Comrades in war, rejoicing for the names of the Olympians.

But he might die earlier.

The zooming rocket fired near him. The sheer force would cause a random man to stumble. But not a son of Hercules. And a powerful Russian. From the lines of Stalin himself stood this Demigod. His hands extended. Although the force was enough to make him stumble backwards, he managed to keep on his foot, like a warrior, the warrior that he was. His hands pointed forwards, the impact of the rocket was grinding against him. The sheer force sent him flying, The rocket on his huge strong hands. He was almost crushed by the sheer weight, but he pulled a remarkable move. His knees knelt, and he gripped the rocket tighter, placing the tip on his shoulder, yes it took him a lot of his strength but it was worth it. The man turned to the side and hurled the rocket off. The sound managed to deafen the left side of his ear, but that was the least of his worries. The rocket was sent off to the most important person in camp.

Their General.

But that was not the only thing that made him yelp in agony. He was more than a General. He was the man—no, the only man that he needed approval of. It dated a year ago. When he was at the climbing wall. He met a beautiful woman...Anastasya Saunders. He will forever remember that name. The moment their lips touched, their first date, their everything. And this General was her brother. He never gave the "yes" between their relationship, he even challenged him into entering the Demigod Army. And so, he did. A year Later, he was here. Cpt. Damon Maximus. Fighting for his life, and a two tonne scrap of metal heading towards him. He prayed to his father, his eyes closed. That he might save him, for just a split second, he felt a shimmering feeling inside him.

The rocket missed.

The rocket, who was supposed to hit the General changed directed towards the Big House. The explosion of C2 mixed with C4 would then push the General away. The big house going up in flames was hard enough for the general to avoid. Considering he literally went flying when the impact crashed against his back. He was far from the field of the effect, so he wasn't harmed. The General, however..dropped, as if dead. The horror on the camper's faces were apparent, yet they did not even try to take his body out of the exchange. The red-headed woman, of whom he assumed was the leader was cackling. As if ready to send her troops to mutilate the body of the leader, like they did during the Spartan Age. However, they were stopped as a shining being landed on the center of the battle field. Great wings shining, as black as the night itself. The being was in a knelt position. Two snakes crawling around his shoulder as he stood. He was no one else than the mighty Hermes. Why, was he involved on this mortal war? That, the man didn't know. However, he would notice that Hermes did not attack, rather blind the army. The god would turn towards them. Concerned eyes, before yelling

"TO THE SHIP!"

And that was all that he needed to say. The oblivious demigods would turn to the other side of the battlefield. In the southern part, there was a ship. Huge, and not just a building huge, a Colossal sized ship was floating above ground. Blocking the sun. His eyes widened, but it was too late. The people started to run towards the ship. It's air-bridge was slammed down the ground. It's ebony color was shining. It wasn't for flying up the atmosphere...No, it wasn't. It was for space. It's anti-gravity pods on the bottom part was spinning already. Ready for take off. The medics from the army rushed, grabbing the deceased. Even the General. However, he noticed that the medic who grabbed him knew that he wasn't dead. Bring out a serum from his left waist. The serum, as Damon recalled...

Was a knock out serum. Extreme Anesthesia. It was only used by medics during severe cases. To increase a victim's life, giving them more time to revive the said person fully. Or even knock them out for months. But he knew that the medic knew better. Placing him over his shoulder. The medic ran. And so did Damon. Gunshots were fired at them. The people were already reaching the ship. One or two medics and the bodies were shot down. And as Damon reached the gate, he was escalated to the ship. And the gates closed. Getting on his feet, he finally darted to the huge windows under the lighted ship.

Not even watching the scenery inside the ship. And...he saw the contraption, auto-piloting itself before the armies got closer. A female-like voice finally spoke "Transporting...twenty ninety five. Location. Planet 2222.0110101" And as if like that. The anti gravity pushed the ship upwards. Demigod falling to the cushioned ground of the ship as it blasted off. Destroying the once camp halfblood.

Damon, finally spent. Collapsed on the floor and admired the scenery...It was a mini-town in front of them. Chandeliers on the top of the ship. Red carpets, windows. The smell of flowers, filling the air. He stared in awe as the metallic doors were in the hall of the carpets...It was a mini-city. A fountain on the center and the heat was filling him...He knew that they were going far far away. Oh yes he did. Another planet, maybe? Since the ship seemed to be gliding smoothly. He knew they already exited Earth's atmosphere. Where were they going? That...he truly did not know.

And...our heroes, or should I say, fleet are finally going to their destination. And their destination is another habitable world. FAR away from Earth. But since this is set in the future, they could travel in a VERY accelerated. And I know you science-geeks (No offence) would reprimand me for saying this, cause your body would completely be atomized if you try to travel down that speed. But don't worry, it doesn't go near the speed of light since that would interfere with Einstein's law of relativity. Also! I have a map for the world they're gonna go in next 3