Chapter 1 – Theodon

Percy stood in the ruins of Olympus, a shining bronze dagger clutched in his hand as he stared down at the writhing body of a man that used to be his friend and tutor. Golden Ichor streamed from the long gashes coming from the blond demigod's form, spilling mercilessly from all of the open wounds that covered his body.

Percy wanted to feel pissed.

He wanted to feel elated at the sight of his enemy on the ground before him.

He should have at least felt relief because the death of this man would lead to their victory.

But no

All Percy really felt was a cold, disturbing numbness across his entire body.

Unable to feel.

Unable to understand why he could hear the screams and cries of Annabeth behind him, clutching her arm that was oozing a green liquid from the poisoned dagger that she took for him.

And then…

He felt something cold and wet slide slowly down his cheeks, not slow and uncomfortable like sweat, but something smaller, more uncontrollable as he felt his cheeks burn.

And he cried.

Percy cried and sobbed and screamed until a shaky, weak hand was placed on his arm.

He looked up, eyes puffy and vision blurry. He first noticed the blue eyes belonging to not his enemy, but Luke.

The real Luke, not the selfish, spiteful one that he'd learned to know in the past four years.

This Luke had shining blue eyes with no trace of gold anywhere on them, and his smile was so genuine that all Percy could do was cry louder and return the sad smile that was directed at him.

Then it all went wrong.

The smile turned into a frown, the blue turned to gold, and Luke- no- Kronos screamed out a horrid, blood curdling scream.

"This dirty demigod and stupid titan have failed me yet again. It's time for plan B," A sing-songy female voice ran across Olympus, seemingly coming from belonging to someone far, far below the land of the gods. She spoke again, raising her voice.

"THEODON! Reveal yourself! Take these annoyances out of my sight and somewhere where they can't intervene any longer with my plans!"

Percy stared at Kronos' suddenly horrified facial expression, his features showing an expression that Percy had never seen before on this man's face. A gust of wind blew across the ruins, mist gathering itself around the center of the room and revealing the figure of a man.

He was tall, maybe 8 feet in height, with extremely toned muscles, like a construction worker's. His skin was a deep coffee brown, his hands rough and calloused. With green eyes with white pupils and long black braids descending down his back and reaching just above his hips. He was dressed like the ancient Greek gods, with long white fabric flowing down from his waist and arriving just above his knees. Simple gladiator sandals were laced around his feet and up his legs.

The man opened his mouth, but instead of words or even some kind of normal noise, a soft melody escaped from his throat and sounded throughout all of Olympus.

That's what Percy thought at least…

Until he realized that the song was sounding out inside his head when he felt no difference while placing his hands over his ears.

And then, everything changed.

The world that Percy thought he knew broke away like glass and dissipated, showing a new picture underneath. He was surrounded by a rocky landscape, but the sky was clearly made of glass. Beside him, Annabeth was writhing and whimpering on the floor, her arm turning an ugly shade of green as the poison coursed, thankfully slowly, through her arm.

He let out a low growl and crouched over Annabeth, holding her close before picking her up.

Percy didn't give a shit about where he was or what had just happened.

Right now, all that mattered to him was that he needed to find some water to hopefully heal her, and nothing else. Percy only stopped in his tracks when he came face to face with a kid his age. She looked fifteen or sixteen, with long black hair tied in a ponytail and an extremely revealing outfit that looked like if a swimsuit if it had been made functional for battle. She glared at Percy, but her eyes stopped on Annabeth – or more specifically – Annabeth's wound.

"What happened to her? I know you're a villain, but aren't you allies?!" She cried, her dark eyes glimmering with hatred and anger. Her skin started to glimmer on her forearm, and before Percy could react, she had smacked him in the head with a metal pole that came out of nowhere. He stumbled backwards, thankfully not dropping the daughter of Athena.

"Ow! What was that for? I don't even know you!" He yelped, stepping backwards. The girl called back to what Percy could only assume were more friends that were planning on bonking him on the head with metal pipes.

"Guys! Get over here! There's two more..!" She yelled, and soon enough two more people appeared from behind some boulders. They were both dressed in punk clothes – a shorter girl with a messy punk haircut, and a taller guy with bright yellow hair that had a streak of black in it. The short girl had stuff dangling from her ears, like earrings shaped like headphone jacks.

Or at least, that's what Percy had thought until they got longer and longer until he realized that those were her actual earlobes. They stretched down and plugged into the back of her boots. All he could do was watch helplessly as the tall girl and the guy both pulled on headphones, and Percy crumpled to the ground, Annabeth and all.

Clarisse didn't know what just happened. One second she was down in New York, clutching Selena's body in front of the decimated drakon that she had just killed mercilessly and in front of her siblings, the next moment, world broke away like glass and she was inside a different city. It was raining and the buildings were burning. Selena's body was gone. She frowned and looked around, slowly getting up to her feet. The remains of her spear still clutched in her left hand, Clarisse whipped her head around angrily, trying to find who would dare take Selena away from her.

Angry tears still flowed uncontrollably from Clarisse's eyes as she got soaked by the rain. That's when she spotted two people in the distance, running through the rain in a specific direction. She gripped her spear, took in a deep breath, and ran behind them.

"HEY!" She yelled out, her voice cracking because of how hard she had… cried…

Clarisse couldn't believe she had cried so much over her best friend, but she did, and it scared her to death. Did her brothers think she was weak? Would those two guys think she was weak? Well, if they did, then she'd kick their asses. They turned around when she called out to them, the spiky blonde's eyes narrowing while the redhead looked worried.

"Who the fuck are you? How'd I get here? I'll beat your asses if you don't tell me!" She yelled, pointing her spear at them despite the fact that it was broken in half. Covered in drakon blood and holding a broken spear, she knew she looked more intimidating than usual at that moment.

The blonde shithead answered first with a smile.

A fucking smile.

She couldn't believe the nerve this kid had! He was sixteen, at most, which meant that she was his senior! How dare that insolent brat smile at her when she asked him some questions.

"Why the hell should I tell you my name? Doesn't seem like I would have any reason to tell you. Now leave or get blown up, fucking extra." He growled, sounding a bit too happy for Clarisse's taste.

She charged, but her attack was immediately parried by the other boy, despite him being unarmed. He blocked her spear with his arm. Clarisse bit back an insult and went for the blondie. His reaction was too fast though, and before she knew it, an explosion blasted straight towards her face.

Clarisse stumbled backwards, clutching the remains of her spear tightly, but she quickly realized that she was in trouble. Her vision was blurry and wet from her crying and the blast. She could feel the blood trickling across her stiff muscles, dripping slowly towards the ground. Her dirty blonde hair was clinging to her forehead and cheeks, and she could see the two guys in front of her staring at her in clear confusion.

"Help me out. I won't pass out, but I doubt I can get out of here alone." She muttered, reluctantly swallowing down her pride to hopefully find the sea twerp and Chase, and most importantly, retrieve Selena's body. She didn't want to leave her rotting in the city. She wanted to be there to make her funeral pyre and set it on fire herself. It was the least she could do for her best friend.

The two guys exchanged a silent conversation before redhead placed an arm around her abdomen and helped her walk with him. Blondie, on the other hand, ran on ahead, yelling something about a 'Deku'.

Thalia thought it was already bad enough that the statue of her dumbass step mother had collapsed on her legs, but it seemed she wasn't done with her suffering. The world broke away like glass, and Thalia was silently hoping that meant that she was actually just having a demigod dream. That hope disappeared when she fell from some purple mist and collapsed onto a cement floor.

A dozen teenagers were surrounding her, some staring at her, others at the mist. She tried getting up, only to wince and cry out when she put pressure on her legs. She shoved her hand in her pocket, eventually digging out a small piece of ambrosia.

"Fuck, thank the gods..!" She cried, popping it into her mouth desperately. She could taste the sweetness of Phoebe's rabbit stew that they'd eat on expeditions, and warmth spread through her legs. She slowly got to her feet, her knees threatening to give out as pressure was placed onto them, but at least she could stand on her own. Thalia then stared at the kids before her, and boy, they were fucking weirdoes.

To name a few, there was a girl with completely pink skin, a guy with huge, bulging elbows, an adult in a space suit, and a guy with a bunch of arms. She then looked up at the purple mist, which she finally realized was actually a person, considering he was speaking. Thalia was about to run down the staircase behind her, when two more familiar shapes were spit out from the smoke.

One was short, with somewhat tanned olive skin and unruly black hair, while the other was pale, with freckles and a mess of frizzy, curly red hair tied back with a deep green bandana.

"Nico! Are you guys okay?" She cried out, running over to him. Nico hopped up to his feet and drew his deep black sword, pointing it at the kids despite the fact that he must've not looked very threatening to them, seeing as he was tiny, even for a twelve year old.

The adult jumped in, grabbing Nico's arm with surprising speed for their bulky clothing choice. He dropped his sword, clearly surprised by their action and tired from whatever he had been doing in the underworld. The space person just leaned down and said something in Nico's ear, and Thalia noticed that his eyes got big. He settled down and nodded slowly before walking over to Thalia.

"They think we're the bad guys… so they want us to surrender right now 'cause they don't want to use their dangerous quirk on 'kids'" He said as he sheathed his stygian iron sword. Thalia frowned for a moment, thinking the offer through before coming to terms with the fact that she could barely stand up straight, and Nico, while powerful, had really overused his powers already.

They were in no shape to fight, and honestly, as weird as those guys looked, Thalia could tell they weren't monsters or bad guys. They looked genuinely scared, as if it was their first fight ever, except for the space person; they looked experience, but were in a defensive stance, obviously reluctant to fight the demigods.

Thalia slowly but surely put her hands up beside her head, then nodded at Nico for them to do the same. With a huff, the twelve year old took his hand off of the stygian iron sword's handle and put his hands up, grumbling to himself. The space person spoke out loud for the first time, a slight happy tone in their voice.

"Sero-kun, use your quirk to tie their hands behind their back. I'm happy to see them surrender, but I'll only be at ease if they're restrained."

The guy with the weird elbows nodded sharply and came forward, motioning for us to turn around. I sighed and turned, grabbing Nico's arm and forcing him to do the same.

"I don't wanna be tied up." He mumbled, lowering his head.

Thalia jolted slightly when she felt a sticky substance bind her wrists together; she felt Nico do the same beside her, his eyebrows knit together in frustration. With one last sigh, she walked over to the side of the long hall and sat down against it, silently waiting to be joined by the son of Hades.

When she found him sitting with her, she spoke to him in a low voice, eyeing the teenagers.

"Just relax. I want to make sure that we're not the only ones to have been transported here, considering the fact that we both arrived here even though we were at completely different places earlier."

A look of recognition appeared on Nico's face before he nodded and opted to stare down at the floor.

Thalia sighed and leaned backwards against the wall, only to be forced to watch as the shadow started to move. The space person tried to suck the mist up, but only managed to get severely injured.

One of the kids then started running towards the exit, other teenagers teaming up to try to restrain the smoke guy. They wrapped him up in tape and kept him distracted as the fastest teen managed to escape.

She groaned softly as the mist dissipated, probably teleporting to some other place.

It was only when they finally left the city that Clarisse found out that they were inside a building. It was a huge dome with a multitude of different environments, from mountains, to an ocean, to burning buildings. In the middle of the room stood three shady folks and one guy writhing on the ground.

One of them was huge, probably a monster if she had a word for it, considering its beak and visible innards. The other guy was laying on the ground under the bird thing; he had long black hair and a dark jumpsuit, but he was clearly in bad shape, looking at the blood on the floor around him. The next one was made of a deep, purple smoke that flowed elegantly around his figure. The last one was the most humanoid, with pale skin and a crouched figure, his hair was grey and tangled, but he was obviously closer to Clarisse's age. Lastly, his body was covered in greyish hands that gripped desperately to his limbs.

It was kind of gross and kind of cool, Clarisse had to admit, but she was too tired out from her previous battle and now that Ares' blessing was gone to actually fight. She groaned softly and turned her head to look towards the entrance to the dome, where there stood a crowd of people too far away for Clarisse to make out their features.

She glanced up at the guy with the shitty haircut that was helping her stand, raising her eyebrows a bit.

"Hey, shitty hair. See that crowd of people over there?" She waited for him to look in that direction and nod at her before continuing, "I don't have any more energy left for a fight, but I can probably make it to them. I can tell that you and blondie are gonna go for the baddies, so I can surely go and grab that guy that looks like he's dying."

Just as she said that, all hell broke loose.

First, the grey haired freak jumped over to some kids that were watching in the water. He grabbed a girl's face and stared back at the bird thing, where the man that was bleeding out had lifted up his head.

Clarisse winced when he was slammed back into the ground, only to stare in fascination when, in a flash of green, one of the kids jumped from the water and went to punch Handy, only for his fist to land on the bird freak.

Wind blew in their faces from the aftershock of the powerful punch, then the bird thing grabbed the kid by the arm and went for his head.

Just as handy was gonna touch another kid and the greenhead was gonna die, the entrance to the dome was blown inwards, and all she heard was a simple phrase before Clarisse came to the dark realization that maybe she was more tired than she had guessed, and the world went dark.

"I AM HERE!"