Hi! This is a new story I've had written for a few months... I have at least two more completed and just waiting for upload, but I've decided that since I won't be able to upload during school I'll release them ONE AT A TIME so that my readers have something to read. To provide context, Percy has been undercover in the Soviet Army since a year or two before Stalin starved the population of Ukraine to death, thus he had to witness and, in some cases, participate in what most would consider war crimes. At the beginning of this story he is helping the Soviets take Berlin on his mission to kill Hitler. Pairing has been decided so don't even try to change it.

I DON'T OWN PJO! That's Rick Riordan's job, because if I owned PJO Percabeth wouldn't exist.

Percy had stopped seeing in color. He pushed a charging enemy away with the butt of his rifle and stabbed the man in the chest. Colorless gray liquid sprayed from the wound, coating his face and chest. He ignored it and kept moving forward, an unmovable pillar among the raging soldiers. Someone shouted in Russian and a flaming bottle flew over his head. He stabbed another man rushing him with his bayonet and aimed for a man climbing into position behind a machine gun emplacement. His aim was perfect, as always, and colorless jelly exploded from the man's skull. Someone beside him hefted a large flag, the sickle and hammer emblazoned on it. Percy thought the flag was a vibrant red for a moment before banishing the thought. He didn't see color anymore. A massive building rose in the distance. He stabbed and shot his way through the barricades. The man holding the red flag fell and Percy hefted it in his left hand, the mortals behind him would need to see their flag raised high to keep their bloodlust fresh. The red army swarmed Hitler's Reich like locusts. They raised the red flag above the seat of Nazi Germany's power and roared their victory to the world. But the man who had rallied them when the first flag bearer fell was nowhere to be seen.

"Come along." Percy muttered, dragging the soul of Adolf Hitler through the shadows to his father's palace. Percy threw the translucent man to the floor in front of the towering god and knelt.

"I see you joined the Soviets on their warpath to bring judgement upon this fool." Hades echoed, his voice was calm. Percy rose to his full height of six feet and nodded. Even the black palace of the underworld was without color to him now.

"I have brought your son before you as you requested Lord Hades. If that is all I will take my leave." Percy responded evenly. Even his voice had changed during the lengthy stay in Soviet Russia.

"You have done well brother. Achilles has a gift for you, from all who dwell in this palace, as thanks for what you have done for us." Hades dismissed him. Percy pivoted on his heel and strode from the palace purposely. He reached the Styx quickly and stood by its banks silently. The laments of the damned floating in the river barely registered as he waited. Soon a faded ghost appeared, holding a basket wrapped in cloth. He held it out to Percy, who took it gratefully but didn't look inside.

"I hope you can find peace someday my friend." Achilles said sadly. Percy forced a smile for his teacher before leaving the underworld for his own home. The small house was perfectly suited to him. It trapped all sounds within its walls, while being just large enough for him to live in comfortably. There were two rooms, his bedroom and the kitchen. He set the basket on his bed and sat beside it. The cloth covering moved slightly before it was thrown off by a tiny dog.

Percy stared at the dog incredulously. Its coat was midnight black, like his own armor. But he could see its black coat. The pup wasn't gray like the rest of the world. Percy delicately picked the pup up and cradled it in his arms. It licked his face and yipped happily as he held it close to his heart. Then, silently, tears began streaming from his eyes. Tears built up over nearly a decade of watching murder and rape and being able to do nothing about it for the sake of killing one man. One man who would cause the deaths of more than six million. The pup was a simple Siberian husky. It stopped yipping and nudged his chin curiously. Percy looked down and smiled at the innocent puppy in his arms. The pup whined and licked his cheeks where the tears were falling. Percy held the pup close to him and marveled at the color of its fur, the first color he had seen in four years.

The other item in the basket was a sword. Beautifully crafted of Stygian Iron and Olympian silver. The air seemed to warp around the soul rending blade. It sat on his hand as a black and silver band, ready whenever he needed. It could also become any weapon he needed, a knife, a spear, a bow with limitless arrows. He smiled as he beheld the black and silver blade in its glory. It and the pup were the only two things of color he could see.

Well, that's the first chapter. Hope you enjoy, I'll probably upload once or twice a week for this one. There's a sequel somewhat in progress, but I have no intention of finishing it unless there's overwhelming requests for a sequel.