Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO, Rick Riordan does.

Full Summary: Percy's life sucks. Always had, always will. Soon after the Giant war, Percy is somehow tricked, and blamed to be a traitor, the deception so convincing that all the demigods believe in it. Percy runs away from camp with the help of his father. Olympian gods look into the matter and claim that Percy is loyal. Follow the hero as he stays away from his old home, hurt by the betrayal, deciding that the Olympians should not disclose about his loyalty to his old 'friends'. Watch him as he is plunged into yet another prophecy with a group of people. Watch them as they trek across unknown regions, unravel deeply buried secrets and struggle to save their race. Although, this time the future seems bleak, as they end up fighting a new specie of monsters, a specie that is stronger and much more powerful.

The moon was high up in the sky, partially covered by clouds. It was drizzling. The rays of moon cast a heavenly glow in a lakeside clearing in United States. One could also hear the crickets chirping, the nature providing a feeling of serenity. Although, the scene was quite ironic. If one's eyes could look past the barrier of the Mist, they would see a settlement. Monsters walked around freely, a fire lit in the middle of the clearing, used to cook the unlucky prey of the monsters. Everything around was chaotic, except one thing, or rather, one being. If you would look closely, a person was hiding on the top of a tree situated at the end of the clearing. He was settled on a branch, high above the ground, following the movements of the monsters intently. Now, any guy belonging to the mythological world would probably be wondering, what is so unsettling about this? Many monsters travel and hunt in packs. Surely there is nothing to worry about? But the thing is, if they witness the activities occurring in the clearing, they would probably shit their pants. There were hundreds of monsters, of various kinds, roaming about. You could go as far as to say that the monsters, the same dumb monsters who would probably get stuck in a bucket, had formed a proper barracks. The person on the tree figured that there was some stronger, smarter monster leading these monsters. Though the real question was, why would the monsters group up? Now, the person would have assessed the situation more, if that lizard would have not crawled up on his arm, jump scaring him, making him fall of the tree with a thud.

The person cursed as he saw the two monsters approaching the bush in which he had fallen. As fast as he could, he jumped out of the bush and started sprinting away from the camp. To be honest, the person thought that all the fault had to go to the lizard, that stupid slimy, beady eyed lizard.

The person looked behind him, and saw some monsters following him. The person knew that he had to outrun them, or more of the monster reinforcements will come along, and he was sure he would not be a happy camper while being tortured by the monsters. He looked behind again and noticed that two empousa and one hellhound were right on his tail, while some other monsters were still trailing quite behind. He knew that he could probably outrun the empousa, but not the hellhound. He ran for some more moments, slowing down a bit, and as soon as the hellhound was within a meter or two of him, he turned around, a sword somehow in his hand, and swiped behind, hoping to use the momentum of the hellhound against it, and kill him. The hellhound's reflexes were fast though, and it jumped right over the person as if he were a hurdle. One of the empousa behind the hellhound, although was not lucky, and it disintegrated into dust as soon as the sword cut its chest. The person immediately engaged with the other empousa, and they both began exchanging blows. The person kept a close watch on the hellhound, which was charging from his behind, and at the right moment, rolled out of the way. The empousa was rammed headfirst by the hellhound, and fell unconscious on the floor. The hellhound turned towards the person, and begin circling him. The person would have engaged the hellhound, and also would have killed it, if not for the approaching group of monsters. He knew that he didn't have enough time, and tried to run. As he tried to run, he called for the water in the lake, and spilled it on the approaching group with enough force to knock them off their feet. Though while concentrating on his powers, he forgot to look for the hellhound, and the hellhound rammed him from behind. The person flew ahead, and his sword fell from his hand.

The person was dazed, and could not bring his feet to stand up. The hellhound decided to not give even a second, and charged him with it's mouth open to bite him, now certain that the person would not be able to run.

The person saw this, and at the last moment, fished a pen out of his pocket, and removed its cap.

His sword sprung out of the body of the pen. The hellhound's eyes widened, and it tried to stop itself, but it couldn't stop in time, and it impaled itself on the sword.

The person slowly stood up, and walked away, limping for some steps, but then he got himself together, and sprinted away, now the only sound in the clearing being the grumbling of angry monsters.

The person had lost the monsters on his tail. The person thought that it was a close call, and he would have been monster food if not for the lake beside the clearing. The person held his ribs with his hand, the pain of being stomped by a hellhound still there. As he was walking, he suddenly saw a bright light approaching him. The person knew what, or rather, 'who' it was. He sighed heavily, and continued towards his destination. As the light came closer, it could be made out be a red shining Maserati. Soon the Maserati reached beside the person, and started running beside the person in his pace.

"Hey cuz!" the driver of the Maserati spoke.

The person just sighed and kept walking.

The driver of the person groaned, and banged his head on the steering wheel.

"Hey! I am sorry. I know I was supposed to pick you up if the monsters attack you but I was doing a …. Very very busy job" the driver trailed off.

The person looked at the driver and asked;

"And what would that very very busy job be, Apollo?"

The driver now identified as Apollo gulped.

"Uh…. Drinking in a bar?" Apollo said, ending with a nervous laugh.

The person shook his head and looked away.

"Aww man, I am soorrryyy" Apollo whined.

"I could have died Apollo." The man reminded Apollo.

"Now, would you have? Not if you are Percy freaking Jackson."

After a lot of whining from Apollo's side, Percy finally forgave him. Percy knew that Apollo had his well being in mind, and would have rushed to help him if he would've prayed to him.

"Ok Apollo! I forgive you."

Apollo clapped his hands and whooped.

"That calls for a haiku!"

Percy groaned and held his head in his hands. He prepared his ears, so that they would bleed less after the haiku.

"Percy kills monsters.

Everything is fine.

Because Apollo is awesome."

Percy just shook his head, though a smile crept up on his face. Percy climbed into the shotgun and pinched Apollo's cheeks.

"Who could be mad at this little child?"

Apollo swatted Percy's hands away.

"Sure, if you want to call a person who drinks a beer and has a cabin full of kids a little child, then sure."

They both drove/flew off, messing with each other the whole ride.

'Ring Ring' 'Ring Ring'

Percy smashed his hand on the stop button on the alarm, and woke up. He stood up and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, still wrapped in the blanked to still be warm.

And, no, Percy can assure you he didn't trip, that thud came from the neighbor's home.

After getting ready for the day, he ate his breakfast, packed his bag swiftly (more like stuffed every school supply that came in his vision) and rushed down the stairs.

Obviously, every book that he forgot; his dog ate.

He unlocked his bicycle, and cycled his way to the university.

He reached the gates International Institute of Biology, just in time, and went to the homeroom.

There one of his best friends at university, Dylan was waiting for him. He high fived him, and sat beside him. They talked for a while, and then paid attention as the teacher arrived and started taking the attendance.

Percy thought about the events that had occurred last night. The gathering of monsters was not a good sign for the gods, especially not if they were able to form such a advanced barracks, at least advanced for their tiny little goldfish sized brains. Something powerful, was commanding them, and Percy really hoped it was a minor problem. Percy had already gone through enough trouble after spying on the settlement for the gods, and injuring his ribs while doing it. He was lucky that Apollo was supposed to pick him up, and he healed Percy, though he still felt a little sore. That guy. Percy swears he saw blood coming out of his own ears when he arrived home, courtesy of apollo's haikus. That guy will get a good smack on his smug face, that stupid moro….

"Percy Jackson!" the teacher shouted lightly.

"Present!" Percy shouted very loudly as he was startled out of his thoughts, and then realized his mistake.

The teacher looked ready to murder him, then and there, and the worst thing was the thing killing him would not be a knife, but books.

"Detention! I would not tolerate you dreaming around in my class. Pay attention now."

The teacher continued, and as Percy looked beside him, he could see Dylan trying not to laugh.

Percy kicked him on his leg.

"What happened Percy? Got distracted by the butterflies again?" Percy kicked him again. Percy doesn't thin Dylan is ever going to let that one time go. It wasn't exactly Percy's fault that the butterflies were blue, they looked so pretty!

The rest of the day at the university was pretty uneventful. Percy got late to one of his classes, but that was just because he got too much involved in a debate with that fish in the university pond, but it was no biggie. Afterall, the class he missed was Mathematics. (Percy even clapped himself on his back for his unintentional victory).

Soon Percy reached home, freshened himself, and lay on the couch watching television. After some time, Percy went to complete his homework and later had his dinner. After having his dinner, Percy put on some jeans and t-shirt, and packed some clothes, kissed his stuffed teddy bear goodbye, and went out of the apartment, hailing a cab to the train station, for a journey to Olympus, New York.

Percy had boarded the train some time ago. The journey from wildwood crest, where he currently lived, to New York would be a long one. So Percy started to think about his mission, and what would probably happen once he reaches Olympus.

The monsters gathering, as he thought before, was obviously not a good sign. Percy couldn't really do anything about, except to prepare for an attack. But he couldn't help but be scared about it. He did not want to go back to camp. Not after what had happened. Percy did not want to sour his mood thinking about it, and started to think about what would happen at the Olympian council, or more specifically, how angry would Zeus' face look on hearing the news of monsters gathering on a scale of 1 to 10.

Personally, Percy predicted a solid 847 out of 10.

On a serious note, Percy tried to think about the solution of the problem. Obviously, Olympus can wait it out, and let the monster attack. For now, the campers had the advantage in numbers, but, that was assuming that this was the only such monster barracks, which was highly unlikely.

They could try to take them down, head on, but they also didn't how much reinforcements the enemy had, and charging into battle so recklessly, they might win, but incur heavy loss. Percy kept thinking of more options, and eventually fell asleep, his head resting on the headrest, a small line of drool already making its way out of his mouth.

So, I hope this was good. Please review. Constructive criticism is always appreciated.

Bye, meet y'all in the next chapter.