I don't own Percy Jackson! It's belong to Uncle Rick the troller!

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"So...Can you guys please explain to me what is going on?" Will asked after hugging his husband for the millionth time.

Annabeth gasped in realization and then look embarrassed. "Oh that's right...Nico can you explain to Will why we are in the past?"

Will's eyes widened in shock. "The past?!"

Nico and the others nodded in confirmation.

"Well...This is technically a long story, but I will put it short." Nico said and then explained everything to Will.

That all leaves Will look shock and then horrified. "You're telling me that we're in the 70s to order to save Percy's downfall!? And PERCY WAS TORTURED IN THE ANCIENT PRISON OF THE VOID?! AND HE IS IN A COMA FOR ETERNITY, BUT WE NEED TO READ ALL THE BOOKS TO SAVE HIS LIFE?!" Will screamed in horror and disbelief. "Where is he?! I need to check on him!"

"Calm down Will! He is only at the Olympus infirmary and supervising by your Dad!" Nico said quickly.

Will frowned. "Wait a second, I thought Dad is no longer—!"

Nico quickly put his hands on his husband's mouth. "Shh! We can't reveal the future!" Nico hissed and give a warning stare at Will.

"Sorry!" Will winced and give a apologize stare.

The past Olympians frowned. They admit that they're a little (*cough* more than a little *cough*) curious about their future.

Annabeth coughed hastily to order to change the subject. "Who gonna read next?"

The future subject is fortunately forgotten. "Um...I will." Hermes said, raising his hand like a student in school who is unsure about the answer, but raising their hand.

"Chapter Four: Tyson Plays With Fire" Hermes said, reading the chapter's title.

Mythologically speaking, if there's anything I hate worse than trios of old ladies, it's bulls.

Clarisse coughed. "Much worse than that."

"I wonder who?" Chris asked sarcastically.

Last summer, I fought the Minotaur on top of Half-Blood Hill. This time what I saw up there was even worse: two bulls. And not just regular bulls—bronze ones the size of elephants. And even that wasn't bad enough. Naturally they had to breathe fire, too.

The Olympians take a glance at Hephaestus.

"Oi!" Hephaestus said defensively. "I threw that in the junkyard millennia years ago, now I wonder who got that? It's can't be found that easily.."

Thalia and Nico shivered when he said 'junkyard'. That lead someone's death. Someone is very dear to Nico/him.

As soon as we exited the taxi, the Gray Sisters peeled out, heading back to New York, where life was safer. They didn't even wait for their extra three-drachma payment.

Almost everyone snorted. How ironic is that? They were yearning for that money, but they didn't even get it.

They just left us on the side of the road, Annabeth with nothing but her backpack and knife, Tyson and me still in our burned-up tie-dyed gym clothes.

"Oh, man," said Annabeth, looking at the battle raging on the hill.

The past and the future newcomers (and no one heard this before) looking at the book in concern and the tension is getting quite worst.

What worried me most weren't the bulls themselves. Or the ten heroes in full battle armor who were getting their bronze-plated booties whooped. What worried me was that the bulls were ranging all over the hill, even around the back side of the pine tree.

"Wait," said teenage Zeus. "That shouldn't be happening. Thalia's tree..."

Thalia paled, possibly can predict what is going to happened. Zeus won't be happy to hear about this. 'No shit,' Thalia thought.

That shouldn't have been possible.

"Exactly!"

The camp's magic boundaries didn't allow monsters to cross past Thalia's tree. But the metal bulls were doing it anyway.

One of the heroes shouted, "Border patrol, to me!" A girl's voice—gruff and familiar.

"Border patrol," asked the newcomer and the demigod who wasn't there at the time."What's in the Gods name is that?!"

"It's something that haven't been used for a few decades, ever since Thalia turned into a tree and that time." Annabeth explained.

"That time?" One of the Demigods asked in confusion.

Border patrol? I thought. The camp didn't have a border patrol.

"It's Clarisse," Annabeth said. "Come on, we have to help her."

"Yeah, helping me by ass." Clarisse retorted. "I'm a daughter of War! You think weakass?!"

"No," sighed Annabeth. "I'm not calling you weak, but you gonna need help from people someday."

"No." Clarisse said simply.

Normally, rushing to Clarisse's aid would not have been high on my "to do" list.

"See? He even agrees with me!"

She was one of the biggest bullies at camp.

"No way! I'm not a bully! Right Chris?"

"Err..."

"I said, right Chris?"

"T-that's right!" Chris said weakly.

Clarisse beamed. "Percy is wrong! I will give him a punch when he wake up!"

'Oh man Percy, I pity you...' The Demigods whom is getting bullied by her, thought grimly.

The first time we'd met she tried to introduce my head to a toilet.

Clarisse smiled brightly. "Good times!"

"But you got—!"

"Shut it."

She was also a daughter of Ares, and I'd had a very serious disagreement with her father last summer, so now the god of war and all his children basically hated my guts.

"Jeez."

"Ares are so stubborn to believe that he lost."

"After all he haven't lose a battle for thousands of years."

Still, she was in trouble. Her fellow warriors were scattering, running in panic as the bulls charged. The grass was burning in huge swathes around the pine tree. One hero screamed and waved his arms as he ran in circles, the horsehair plume on his helmet blazing like a fiery Mohawk.

Clarisse's own armor was charred. She was fighting with a broken spear shaft, the other end embedded uselessly in the metal joint of one bull's shoulder.

I uncapped my ballpoint pen. It shimmered, growing longer and heavier until I held the bronze sword Anaklusmos in my hands. "Tyson, stay here. I don't want you taking any more chances."

"No!" Annabeth said. "We need him."

"Wait! I thought you hate his gut."

Annabeth rolled her eyes.

I stared at her. "He's mortal.

"Idiot."

"How can you didn't realize it fool!" Artemis said and sighed. "Idiot mens."

He got lucky with the dodge balls but he can't—"

"Percy, do you know what those are up there? The Colchis bulls, made by Hephaestus himself. We can't fight them without Medea's Sunscreen SPF 50,000. We'll get burned to a crisp."

"Medea's what," asked Poseidon.

"Oceanic Brain..." Athena chuckled.

"Medea's what?"

"Like a father like a son," said Apollo.

Annabeth rummaged through her backpack and cursed. "I had a jar of tropical coconut scent sitting on my night-stand at home. Why didn't I bring it?"

"Why?" Travis asked.

"I don't know, this was years ago!" Annabeth said in frustration.

I'd learned a long time ago not to question Annabeth too much. It just made me more confused. "Look, I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm not going to let Tyson get fried."

"Percy—"

"Tyson, stay back." I raised my sword. "I'm going in."

"Stupid hero complex," muttered Annabeth.

"No, blame on the genes," whispered Thalia.

Annabeth and Thalia take a glance at Poseidon.

"Definitely blame them," they both muttered.

Poseidon, Hades, and (teenage) Zeus sneezed.

"Bless you!"

Tyson tried to protest, but I was already running up the hill toward Clarisse, who was yelling at her patrol, trying to get them into phalanx formation. It was a good idea. The few who were listening lined up shoulder-to-shoulder, locking their shields to form an ox-hide—and-bronze wall, their spears bristling over the top like porcupine quills.

Unfortunately, Clarisse could only muster six campers. The other four were still running around with their helmets on fire. Annabeth ran toward them, trying to help. She taunted one of the bulls into chasing her, then turned invisible, completely confusing the monster. The other bull charged Clarisse's line.

I was halfway up the hill—not close enough to help. Clarisse hadn't even seen me yet.

The bull moved deadly fast for something so big. Its metal hide gleamed in the sun. It had fist-sized rubies for eyes, and horns of polished silver. When it opened its hinged mouth, a column of white-hot flame blasted out.

"Hold the line!" Clarisse ordered her warriors.

Whatever else you could say about Clarisse, she was brave.

"What I say?" Clarisse said smugly. "I'm brave."

She was a big girl with cruel eyes like her father's.

Clarisse try not to look hurt.

She looked like she was born to wear Greek battle armor, but I didn't see how even she could stand against that bull's charge.

Unfortunately, at that moment, the other bull lost interest in finding Annabeth. It turned, wheeling around behind Clarisse on her unprotected side.

"Behind you!" I yelled. "Look out!"

Clarisse gasped a little.

"He saved my life," whispered Clarisse. "I never knew..."

I shouldn't have said anything, because all I did was startle her. Bull Number One crashed into her shield, and the phalanx broke. Clarisse went flying backward and landed in a smoldering patch of grass. The bull charged past her, but not before blasting the other heroes with its fiery breath. Their shields melted right off their arms. They dropped their weapons and ran as Bull Number Two closed in on Clarisse for the kill.

I lunged forward and grabbed Clarisse by the straps of her armor. I dragged her out of the way just as Bull Number Two freight-trained past. I gave it a good swipe with Riptide and cut a huge gash in its flank, but the monster just creaked and groaned and kept on going.

It hadn't touched me, but I could feel the heat of its metal skin. Its body temperature could've microwaved a frozen burrito.

"Oooh..." Almost everyone said in sympathy.

"Let me go!" Clarisse pummeled my hand. "Percy, curse you!"

Clarisse and Annabeth winced/flinched. Annabeth almost become blind because of that curse from the giant. Clarisse felt really guiltily.

I dropped her in a heap next to the pine tree and turned to face the bulls. We were on the inside slope of the hill now, the valley of Camp Half-Blood directly below us—the cabins, the training facilities, the Big House—all of it at risk if these bulls got past us.

Annabeth shouted orders to the other heroes, telling them to spread out and keep the bulls distracted.

Bull Number One ran a wide arc, making its way back toward me. As it passed the middle of the hill, where the invisible boundary line should've kept it out, it slowed down a little, as if it were struggling against a strong wind; but then it broke through and kept coming. Bull Number Two turned to face me, fire sputtering from the gash I'd cut in its side. I couldn't tell if it felt any pain, but its ruby eyes seemed to glare at me like I'd just made things personal.

I couldn't fight both bulls at the same time. I'd have to take down Bull Number Two first, cut its head off before Bull Number One charged back into range. My arms already felt tired. I realized how long it had been since I'd worked out with Riptide, how out of practice I was.

"Oh shit," said Demigods and (some) Olympians.

I lunged but Bull Number Two blew flames at me. I rolled aside as the air turned to pure heat. All the oxygen was sucked out of my lungs. My foot caught on something—a tree root, maybe—and pain shot up my ankle. Still, I managed to slash with my sword and lop off part of the monster's snout. It galloped away, wild and disoriented. But before I could feel too good about that, I tried to stand, and my left leg buckled underneath me. My ankle was sprained, maybe broken.

Annabeth flinched. Arachne...

Bull Number One charged straight toward me. No way could I crawl out of its path.

Annabeth shouted: "Tyson, help him!"

Somewhere near, toward the crest of the hill, Tyson wailed, "Can't—get—through!"

"I, Annabeth Chase, give you permission to enter camp!"

Thunder shook the hillside. Suddenly Tyson was there, barreling toward me, yelling: "Percy needs help!"

Before I could tell him no, he dove between me and the bull just as it unleashed a nuclear firestorm.

"Tyson!" I yelled.

The blast swirled around him like a red tornado. I could only see the black silhouette of his body. I knew with horrible certainty that my friend had just been turned into a column of ashes.

But when the fire died, Tyson was still standing there, completely unharmed. Not even his grungy clothes were scorched. The bull must've been as surprised as I was, because before it could unleash a second blast, Tyson balled his fists and slammed them into the bull's face. "BAD COW!"

Everyone chuckled.

His fists made a crater where the bronze bull's snout used to be. Two small columns of flame shot out of its ears. Tyson hit it again, and the bronze crumpled under his hands like aluminum foil.

The bull's face now looked like a sock puppet pulled inside out.

"Down!" Tyson yelled.

The bull staggered and fell on its back. Its legs moved feebly in the air, steam coming out of its ruined head in odd places.

Annabeth ran over to check on me.

My ankle felt like it was filled with acid, but she gave me some Olympian nectar to drink from her canteen, and I immediately started to feel better. There was a burning smell that I later learned was me. The hair on my arms had been completely singed off.

"The other bull?" I asked.

Annabeth pointed down the hill. Clarisse had taken care of Bad Cow Number Two. She'd impaled it through the back leg with a celestial bronze spear. Now, with its snout half gone and a huge gash in its side, it was trying to run in slow motion, going in circles like some kind of merry-go-round animal.

Clarisse pulled off her helmet and marched toward us. A strand of her stringy brown hair was smoldering, but she didn't seem to notice. "You—ruin—everything!" she yelled at me. "I had it under control!"

"Be honest, you almost got yourself killed!" Chris exclaimed.

I was too stunned to answer. Annabeth grumbled, "Good to see you too, Clarisse."

"Argh!" Clarisse screamed. "Don't ever, EVER try saving me again!"

Almost everyone stare at Clarisse.

"OKAY! Sorry!" Clarisse said not sounding sorry.

"Clarisse," Annabeth said, "you've got wounded campers."

That sobered her up. Even Clarisse cared about the soldiers under her command.

"I'll be back," she growled, then trudged off to assess the damage.

I stared at Tyson. "You didn't die."

"No shit Sherlock." Thalia muttered.

Tyson looked down like he was embarrassed. "I am sorry. Came to help. Disobeyed you."

"My fault," Annabeth said. "I had no choice. I had to let Tyson cross the boundary line to save you. Otherwise, you would've died."

"Let him cross the boundary line?'" I asked. "But—"

"Percy," she said, "have you ever looked at Tyson closely? I mean … in the face. Ignore the Mist, and really look at him."

The Mist makes humans see only what their brains can process … I knew it could fool demigods too, but…

Nico muttered something in Ancient Greek and that made Will smacked Nico.

"Watch your language," warned Will.

"You are not Captain America!" Nico hissed.

I looked Tyson in the face. It wasn't easy. I'd always had trouble looking directly at him, though I'd never quite understood why. I'd thought it was just because he always had peanut butter in his crooked teeth. I forced myself to focus at his big lumpy nose, then a little higher at his eyes.

No, not eyes.

One eye. One large, calf-brown eye, right in the middle of his forehead, with thick lashes and big tears trickling down his cheeks on either side.

"Tyson," I stammered. "You're a …"

"FINALLY!"

"JESUS! He's slow!"

"Cyclops," Annabeth offered. "A baby, by the looks of him. Probably why he couldn't get past the boundary line as easily as the bulls. Tyson's one of the homeless orphans."

"One of the what?"

"They're in almost all the big cities," Annabeth said distastefully. "They're … mistakes, Percy.

"ANNABETH CHASE THAT'S A RACIST!" Hestia shouted.

"Sorry! I'm truly sorry!"

Children of nature spirits and gods … Well, one god in particular, usually … and they don't always come out right. No one wants them. They get tossed aside. They grow up wild on the streets. I don't know how this one found you, but he obviously likes you. We should take him to Chiron, let him decide what to do."

"But the fire. How—"

"He's a Cyclops." Annabeth paused, as if she were remembering something unpleasant.

Thalia and Annabeth shivered.

"They work the forges of the gods. They have to be immune to fire. That's what I was trying to tell you."

I was completely shocked. How had I never realized what Tyson was?

"Because you're a dumbass," son of Ares said in distaste.

A knife almost hit him in the head, but only an inch. Son of Ares look at Annabeth who is giving him a traditional middle finger with a sadist smile on her face.

But I didn't have much time to think about it just then. The whole side of the hill was burning.

Wounded heroes needed attention. And there were still two banged-up bronze bulls to dispose of, which I didn't figure would fit in our normal recycling bins.

Clarisse came back over and wiped the soot off her forehead. "Jackson, if you can stand, get up. We need to carry the wounded back to the Big House, let Tantalus know what's happened."

"Tantalus?"

"Isn't he supposed to be dead?"

"Tantalus?" I asked.

"The activities director," Clarisse said impatiently.

"WHAT!?"

"THE!?"

"FUCK?!"

"HOW?!"

"WHERE'S CHIRON!?"

"Chiron is the activities director. And where's Argus? He's head of security. He should be here."

Clarisse made a sour face. "Argus got fired. You two have been gone too long. Things are changing."

Hera look down in worried for Argus.

"But Chiron … He's trained kids to fight monsters for over three thousand years. He can't just be gone. What happened?"

"That happened," Clarisse snapped.

She pointed to Thalia's tree.

"Oh no.."

Every camper knew the story behind the tree. Six years ago, Grover, Annabeth, and two other demigods named Thalia and Luke had come to Camp Half-Blood chased by an army of monsters. When they got cornered on top of this hill, Thalia, a daughter of Zeus, had made her last stand here to give her friends time to reach safety. As she was dying, her father, Zeus, took pity on her and changed her into a pine tree. Her spirit had reinforced the magic borders of the camp, protecting it from monsters. The pine had been here ever since, strong and healthy.

But now, its needles were yellow.

"Oh no no no no!"

"Zeus won't be happy..." Demeter muttered.

A huge pile of dead ones littered the base of the tree. In the center of the trunk, three feet from the ground, was a puncture mark the size of a bullet hole, oozing green sap.

A sliver of ice ran through my chest. Now I understood why the camp was in danger. The magical borders were failing because Thalia's tree was dying.

Zeus growled and gripped his master bolt and look like he is going to face Kronos like he did during the Titan War between him and his father.

—Flashback during the Titan War—

"Father," yelled Zeus, holding the master bolt. "Eat this!"

"Zeus," roared Kronos. "I will destroy you! And will imprison Rhea for disobedience! Curse you Rhea!"

Rhea scoffed angrily. "No, Kronos, curse you! For eating our children! Only if you didn't listen to father and this wouldn't be happening! Zeus will take your throne," promised Rhea. "The age of the Titans is over and the golden age of our children will be birthed!"

Rhea unsheathed her long sword and speak in unknown language that can't possibly detect. She look at Zeus and her children sadly. "Be good Zeus and please win this war," she whispered under her breath. She look at Kronos in hatred and then run to Kronos and then she raised her sword to strike Kronos.

"You can't fight Rhea! You never been a fighter," roared Kronos.

"You never know Kronos," said Rhea and then prepared her final strike. "I'm a fighter, but I'm not good as you, but I can slow you down!"

She sliced Kronos legs and one arm off and then push him to the water since the water make it slower to regenerate.

"NOOOO! CURSE YOU," angrily roared Kronos and then stabbed his backbiter at Rhea's stomach. Rhea look at her stomach and then clench her stomach in unexplainable pain. She look at Zeus who is staring at her in horrify expression. "Z-Zeus don't look," she said weakly and Zeus look away and then she screamed in pain and then she faded away with tears her eyes.

Zeus stumbled and then fall to his knees. His mother died in eyes. This is his first death of that he ever seen in his life. "Father...No...Kronos! I will destroy you and rip you into pieces! I will kill you and you will taste of my master bolt!" Zeus roared as the multiple lightning strikes Kronos.

"I will join you younger brother," said Hades and used his Helm of the Darkness to take over the darkness of abyss and take control Kronos shadow and make him completely paralyzed by force of the darkness. "Raise my dead army! Answer the call of your almighty king," shouted Hades as the ground begun to shake like an earthquake and then the greatest ancient warriors of the dead awakened and risen from the ground. They begun to attack Kronos as best as they can.

"I will join you as well," said Poseidon and used his trident to summoned the all the waters of earth to order to drowned Kronos.

The big three give a battle cry and then give their final strike to Kronos and then Kronos give his last yell to his sons and then scattered into pieces and the pieces fall into Tarturus and Tarturus give the roar of delight to ready to torture Kronos into pieces in revenge.

The gate of Hell is closed by Hades, Poseidon, and Zeus.

The Gods have won after ten years of endless suffering, bloodshed and war. But now it's officially coming in end.

— End of the flashback—

Almost everyone coward to hide from the wrath of Zeus; the king of Gods.

Someone had poisoned it.

Zeus yelled angrily and threw his bolt to the random mortal plane and the plane crushed into the ocean and then drowns into the ocean.

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I think you know which plane that Zeus strike down...Heh..Heh...Anyway I May changed the Titan War, but this is what I imagine..Don't sue me! And PLEASE review! :D