Percy's POV

Hey, my name's Percy. I'm the son of Poseidon, the sea god, one of the most powerful Olympians (though some would argue that Zeus- my uncle- is more powerful. 3 words for you guys- that's just cold!).

I'm here to write about the chaos that's about to happen to Olympus and perhaps the world. My dad sent me an Iris-message. Gaia and Kronos, 2 of the most evil 'living creatures' I know, are plotting to overthrow Olympus, and something tells me Pandora is scheming too. Apollo said Pandora sent him a consolation message, and she's hated Olympus ever since she was tricked into opening that pithos (jar, box, whatever).

You've gotta admit that's suspicious. If you can't...well, not everyone has the same experience has me. I'm 17. Typical age to rebel against my parents, use my Maserati Spyder to drive away to a foreign land like Iowa and skip college, right?

No. A life of a demigod can't be like that. 17's a typical age to have battled monsters countless times- probably 1000 or so- and to have saved the world at least once. The support of your mortal parent is crucial, unless you're as fierce and as much of a surviver as my friend Thalia, but NO ONE beats her. She's the daughter of Zeus who's afraid of heights and once sacrificed her life to save her friends, and became a tree then came back to life for 1 year, only to leave us and join the Hunters of Artemis even though she's had a long-standing grudge against them so now she's immortal.

Confused? Welcome to my world.

Or Annabeth, who was only 7 when she ran away, but she's daughter of Athena AND had the help of her mum and two friends she met along the way, Thalia and Luke.

Anyway, as I was saying, I'm 17, but I've known I'm a demigod son of Poseidon since I was 12. 5 long years battling monsters, a more dangerous and perilous adventure each summer. 12- retrieving Zeus's lightning bolt. 13- saving the camp with the Cyclops guarded Golden Fleece. 14- rescue a goddess. 15- delve into a dark and dangerous labyrinth to plead to a man that's supposed to be dead 5000 years ago for help. 16- save the world, against Zeus' dad and my grand-dad. 17...well, you get the idea.

I'm not even kidding. And now my grand-dad AND great-grandma want to rebel. Awesome. Splendid. In case you can't detect the sarcasm I'm using, yeah, I am.

"Hey, Seaweed Brain!" a voice called, and kissed me. Her gray eyes were shining.

My face broke into a smile. "Hey."

I should probably introduce you. Annabeth Chase, a.k.a. daughter of Athena, my girlfriend, sophomore honours student, dyslexic and ADHD and, oh yeah, head architect of Mount Olympus, palace and city of the gods.

I've known her since forever, when I first came to Camp Half-Blood 5 years ago. She's the first demigod I met, and she's the one who took care of me while I was knocked out (long story) and also the one who accompanied me on my first quest to retrieve the lightning bolt and many others after that, but we only started dating about a year ago.

"Chiron wants all the cabin leaders to meet at the rec room," she said, her brows wrinkling. "Something about a possible uprising. Looks like we have to save the world...again."

Chiron's my teacher. He's a centaur, by the way. In case you're uncomfortable with horses.

"Yeah. Sure. Great," I said, and locked my fingers through hers. "C'mon, let's go!"

Chiron met us at the rec room. The head counselors for all the cabins were already there: Katie Gardner for Demeter, Piper McLean for Aphrodite, Leo Valdez for Hephaestus, the Stoll twins for Hermes, Castor for Dionysus, Clarisse La Rue for Ares and so on. Even Thalia was there! I was told the Hunters were in Cabin 8.

Me and Annabeth ran in breathlessly. "Sorry we're late!" Annabeth called. She's the head counsellor for Athena. Go figure.

"Yeah," I said, conveying a face to everyone like my girlfriend is SUCH a nut! Gods, we're only a LITTLE late!. I slid calmly into my seat at the Poseidon chair, beside Thalia. "Hey, what are you doing here?"

Thalia didn't speak, but somehow I understood what she was saying. Chiron called an emergency council meeting. I may not LIVE in camp, but I am still the only daughter of Zeus. And I mean ZEUS.

"I- How'd you do that?" I hissed.

"Lady Artemis showed me. It's something she tells all her lieutenants. It's mind speaking. As long as that person's not a mortal, it works," she said in her normal voice.

I nodded respectfully at her. Meanwhile, Chiron began talking. "We all know why we're here."

"There's a war. Gaia and Kronos versus us," Clarisse said. I never knew she could think so strategically. I expected her to say C'mon people! Kill Kill Kill! GET IT TOGETHER! Swords and spears READY! or something like that. "OK, let's cut to the chase. We're NEVER gonna win this."

Now that's more like the Clarisse I knew.

"Now, Clarisse," Chiron said calmly. "A daughter of the war god must be able to think strategically as well. Annabeth?"

Annabeth stood. It was then I realized she had been sitting next to me the whole time, invisible. Gods, it was annoying when she did that. "We have to study our enemies, and ourselves. Find our fatal flaws, learn how to control them. Use our enemies' flaws to our advantage."

"Um," Castor raised his hand. "What exactly ARE their flaws? Do gods and Titans like them even HAVE flaws?"

"Yes, they do. Kronos, for example, is arrogant. He doesn't think of a backup, because he thinks his plan will succeed without fail. Percy used this against him when Poseidon chained Typhon and the gods came riding to the rescue," Annabeth said.

"Useless," Clarisse muttered. She played with a baseball bat. She studied the table and looked as if deciding which one of us to whack in the head first.

"Next order of plan, Annabeth?" Chiron prompted.

"After finding their weaknesses, we have to find our strengths. This means...choosing a weapon we're most comfortable with," she said. She held up a celestial bronze knife and her invisibility cap. She pulled my pen out of my pocket. "My weapons of choice are my knife and invisibility cap. I use strategy, tactics, combat. Percy uses Riptide." She uncapped my pen and it grew into a long celestial bronze sword, the wicked metal glinting. "He uses combat, brains occasionally and whatever I throw at him." She smirked.

"Hey!" I protested.

"Then," she continued. "We find Gaia and Kronos' plans, maybe put in a spy. We have to anticipate where they're attacking first, defend it, but defend all other places under our control too. You know how sneaky Kronos can be."

There was a murmur of approval. "Go on," said Chiron.

"We need to start defending Olympus even as I speak. Maybe the Aphrodite and Dionysus cabins can take Olympus defense. The Demeter cabin can put as many obstacles as they can in their forces' ways. Percy and Thalia, pray to your dads to create storms to hold them up. The Hephaestus cabin- rig as many bombs as you can. Apollo cabin- work with the Hephaestus cabin to set up traps. Maybe you can work something out with those wicked arrows of yours." She closed her eyes to think, then opened them, apparently satisfied. "The Ares cabin will be on call for a combat mission anytime. So will the Poseidon, Athena and Artemis cabins and most of the others. Be ready."

"Always, Annabeth," Thalia said, and winked. Annabeth giggled, and I wondered what I was missing.

"Um, Annabeth? You forgot about the Hermes cabin!" Connor Stoll cried.

Annabeth slapped her forehead. "How could I? Especially when..." she faltered, but I knew she was thinking about former friend Luke, son of Hermes who had died in war (another long story). "Anyway, you guys, try to disrupt their communication lines as best as you can. I'm OK with you guys stealing stuff."

The Stolls whooped. I doubted they got much permission to steal, even though their dad was the god of thieves.

"The Hunters, just try to help us best you can," she added.

"No prob," Thalia called from the end of the table.

"Yep, I think that's about it!" Annabeth said with finality, and looked at Chiron expectantly.

He faked slapped his forehead, as if he sarcastically forgot something. "Oh, right! I have to show you guys a prophecy about this war. Strangely enough, it's a message from Apollo, the god of prophecies himself. Our camp director has issued this. " He walked out of the room to get the prophecy.

Wait, camp director?

"Oh, Zeus, he can't really trust Mr. D," I muttered to Annabeth and Thalia.

Thalia shrugged. "Well, Mr. D is a god. And all gods have communication with the great Apollo."

"Yeah but what if he's just faking it?" I hissed.

Annabeth sighed. "Honestly Percy, do you really think Mr. D would joke in a time of war when he could possibly be overthrown? How immature would that seem, to the other gods and pretty much anyone?"

"But-" I stopped. Arguing with Annabeth is pretty useless. She's WAY too smart.

She smirked. "I thought so."

Chiron entered the room, holding a tiny piece of parchment. It looked disturbingly alike to the other Great Prophecy, the first time we defeated Kronos, in the 2nd Titan War. "Percy, if you may."