Author's Note: This is a rewrite for people who are coming back. I just wasn't super happy with the original. Also, obviously I don't know Percy Jackson or any of its affiliated works. That belongs to Rick Riordan.

Prologue

I really hate cyclops.

Well I suppose that's not fair. I really hate monsters… and I suppose most immortals, demigods, spirits, and all other things pertaining to myth and perhaps mortals as well. Funny I suppose considering my heritage, but I feel understandable when considering my life.

Anyways. I specifically hate Cyclops because they are slow and dumb but somehow think they are the top of the food chain. I blame the arrogance of Poseidon on that one.

I am currently walking around a small encampment collecting my arrows, being sure to wipe them as clean as I can for now, so they don't much up my quiver. Luckily when fighting monsters, you don't have to check for survivors because its very obvious when one is not dead. They just burst into these giant piles of golden dust and guts like R rated piñatas which why the fuck. Even after all this time its still seems unnecessary when their souls just fade to Tartarus so they can reform anyways but whatever. I'm not the creator.

I have been traveling alone for a while now but in the last few months I have been traveling around northern eastern Europe taking out small forces of monsters and disrupting as much of Gaia's army as possible without drawing the attention of both the Olympians and Gaia's children. Both would be a problem. This group wasn't a small force by any means but nothing of significance either. Only about 10-ish cyclops. Most of Gaia's forces were concentrating on the demigod heroes and their "all powerful" gods at this point in the fight.

I look around making sure I haven't missed anything. This encampment was waiting for orders from their masters when I sprung.

I had been tracking them for days from the shadows trying to find the right moment to strike and gathering intel on other groups. Normally I wouldn't do anything to help the gods but Gaia taking over would be wore. At least the gods leave me alone for the most part. From what I heard from this group the main army has engaged Percy Jackson and his companions in the final push. They got left behind when the fighting moved on.

I saw my chance about an hour ago when two of them left to find food for the others leaving the main group with just 8 left in the encampment. I of course took care of the stranglers first. Two swift arrows to the forehead did the trick. Neither saw it coming. Once destroyed I waited out again seeing if I could get more to break away but no such luck. After an hour of waiting I got inpatient, so I struck.

I leapt from my branch taking out one with an arrow to the throat and disabled another with an arrow to the left Achilles tendon. By the time I hit the ground the rest started to mobilize. I quickly tossed my bow over my shoulder and drew my sword. As I drew the blade it began to glow a dull green. As the first cyclops neared me bring his wooden club down when I was standing, I jumped into action.

Just before his club hit, I side-stepped to the right bringing my sword in an upward arch they took his head clean off. His body exploded into a cloud of blood and dust. The other cyclops screamed in anger as thy rushed me even faster, beyond coherent words. I spun around the next beast plunging my sword through it back into its heart with both hands. In one fluid motion is drew the sword from its back bringing the swing around to remove the throat of the third monster.

That's when I was hit from the back by a club from asshole number four. The force of the hit flung me ten feet across the encampment into a tree. I could feel the bruise across my back already forming and blood coming from the scrapes that I received from the tree bark. I quickly leapt up flinging a small throwing knife into the cyclops's throat causing him to fall to his knees holding his throat as he ceased to exist.

The last three looked at me in anger and slight fear as I came back to my bearings with my back against the tree. Dumbo number five didn't seem to be too scared though as he roared and charged. As he drew near, I gathered a ball of green flames in my hand and flung it out in front of my in an arch, catching him by surprise. As soon as it touched him it spread and turned him to charred bits.

From my safe semi-circle of flames, I pulled out my bow and very unceremoniously dropped the last to beast with swift shots to the head. They were to big and slow to dodge them.

All in all, an easy task.

As I retrieved my arrows a sipped on some nectar for my wounds and willed my fire to disperse.

It was time to move on from this place. Now that the final battle has begun, I am done hunting her armies. Soon enough either the gods will die, and the world lost, or she will, and all will go back to normal. Nothing I can do now will change that.

As I prepared to leave the area, I felt a great power sweep in from the southern side. It was nothing I have ever felt before. It was cold and dark holding misery and pain in its grasp. Before I could even draw my sword or run, which is pretty fast if I must say, it was knocked from my hands and I found myself in the air with hands around my throat. Although I can't really call them hands.

When I looked in front of me at the face of this power all I saw as an infinite swirling black of shadows and mist and at its heart I saw all the pain of the universe.

"Your time of ssseclusion, shaaadowss, and hiding is over child of the moon and fffflame", rasped a deep and dark voice that reverberated through my soul and rattled my body making me shiver. The voice did not come from the being though but from all around me as if wrapping me in its sound. It knew of my past and my secrets.

"It'sss time you came into the ssppotlight once again and save those you were meant to ssssave. To put down corruption and bring true peace to this fractured world. Go to the camp of your kin and do as you were meant to dooo."

At this point I was losing air fast and my vision was starting to fade. My sword lay at my feet and I couldn't go for anything else as I was using my hands to keep any semblance of control over its grasp.

"Thisss is the will of your better'ssss child"

I could barely make out the last of its lines as I slipped into unconsciousness from air loss.

Sometime later I jolted awake from a dreamless sleep on the hard ground trying to gain a ragged breath from my sore throat. As I slowly sit up, I look around me. I can't sense the presence anymore and I can see the moon shine across the sky, so I know at the least its been about 6 hours.

I reach my hands up to feel the bruises from where the thing held me. I remembered what it said an knew it was not an option for me. Not only was that thing far stronger than anything I have encountered but I also felt the truth in it words. A much as Gaia is a threat I felt there was more on the horizon.

I grab my sword from the ground and start to pack up. I slide my longsword into its leather sheath. I started using one once I traveled to the British Isles about three-hundred years ago. I then strap my unstrung bow onto the outside of the blade and the string wraps around my wrist like a bracelet. My throwing knives are put back into there place on my left thigh. My backpack sits on my shoulders and my quiver across the back of my waist. My hunting knives are on my right thigh and I hold my sword/bow sheath in my non dominant hand.

After a minute or two I slowly get up off the ground and check through all of my things again and prepare to travel. Weapons check. Food check. Extra clothing check. And so forth and so on. Despite my hatred for authority and monsters that thing was strong, fast and effective. I didn't know who sent it, but I wasn't going to ignore something that knew who and what I was.

Not a good sign. I have worked very hard to hide myself since I came to the surface. I have employed gods, spirits, and monsters to hide myself, but it still found me.

The travel was slow, but I didn't mind. When I got there, I got there plus it gave me time to think through the mess that will be my return, but I suppose it was bound to happen at some point. While traveling I learned from some tree nymphs and the animals that Jackson and the Gods defeated Gaia. That was nice. She is worse than them I suppose.

I traveled for about three weeks before catching a plane from France to New York and then from there travel to Camp Half-Blood as ye old mist monster commanded. The mist conceals my weapons for me. My mother Hecate showed me how to manipulate it years earlier. To the mortals I look like a crazy girl wearing old leather hiking boots, ripped jeans, a tattered tank top, and an old fur pelt coat with no sleeves.

My arms are covered in Celtic tattoos. My hair is a black-brown color and cropped short with the top braided and puled back. Tied with the sides and back into a short ponytail. My eyes are a bright emerald green. I must look a strange sight to these mortals.

"Miss! Miss!"

I turn around to find a man running up to me in what I would guess counts a business casual. I stop and look at him and he reaches me. He stops putting his hands on his knees breathing heavily.

"What do you need." I say it more as a harsh statement then a question but fuck it. I don't really care.

Without saying anything he hands me a letter and then promptly turns around and walks away.

"Hey! What the fuck is this!?" I yell at him as he leaves. Others are glaring at me, but I send them a sneer back that they look away.

Sighing I flip the letter over and fuck me. On the front is my name, Selene Maris. That's not the fuck part though the fuck part is I know whose handwriting that is. Fucking gods.

End of The Prologue

Please leave reviews for the chapters as I write them. They help greatly with the whole writing process. There is no chapter length so be warned they can vary greatly.