? PoV

Me and the squad were on Earth for a few weeks. Or as I liked to call it, "grounded". We had crashed our airship and it was gonna take a while for El Diablo to fix it. We were dangerously close to Olympus. I doubted they were ever gonna find out about us, but with the spell glitching out lately, you can't be too careful.

The rest of the team wanted me to scout, seeing as how I was one of the best scouters and I hadn't scouted in a while. I really hoped they weren't in another war, because seriously, two was enough for these poor paw- demigods.

Sharktooth's little brother, Percy, led the last two of them. It made life hell on us. "You know Percy Jackson? Yeah? Well, he's my little brother."

It got pretty annoying after a few hundred years.

Ok, so, I should probably back up and explain this bullshit. Ya see, way back when Ancient Greece was still kicking with the pagan gods, Zeus had a horrible idea. (AN: What else is new?)

Okay, so, he wanted a back up plan if the gods got in trouble. He thought about what he and the rest of the gods used when they were in trouble. That's right. Demigods.

So, he came up with the idea with selecting a select few demigods when they were born to make the rest of the world to forget about them. He wanted to split up families, took children away from their mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers. It was messed up. But, he had a problem. He knew most of the Council wouldn't go for this idea, having the Ancient Laws was enough.

But he proposed it to the Council anyway. Hermes, Apollo, Poseidon, and Aphrodite absolutely detested the idea. Demeter, Hephaestus, and Artemis voted against it. Dionysus and Ares abstained because they had internal conflicts. Ares, he didn't want his children to go through the kind of thing Zeus had in mind for them, but he couldn't deny that having a backup in case things went wrong wasn't a good idea. Dionysus, he really just didn't know what to think of the whole thing, he was new at the "being an Olympian" thing. Zeus, Hera, and Athena were the only ones that went for it. Zeus because it was his idea. Hera because she wanted all Zeus spawn gone, and this would give her a chance to get rid of some of them without invoking her husband's wrath. Athena because she saw the advantage it would bring and she's a heartless bitch.

Zeus was furious. He was the king! (AN: Of drama...) He was absolutely pissed that they refused the idea. But maybe he could do it anyway...? He went to Hecate and demanded a spell for erasing people from other's memories. She asked why. He said it was on a "Need to Know" basis and she didn't need to know. She told him she couldn't perform the spell if she didn't know what to target. He reluctantly told her the plan. She refused almost immediately. But Zeus threatened her with the same fate as Calypso... or worse. She was technically a Titan, after all. He could arrange for her to be imprisoned... or worse. She could avoid all that, all she had to do was cast the spell.

You see, none of the other Minor Gods/Goddesses even knew about the whole discussion of the matter, so it was doubtful anyone would help Hecate out of her predicament.

Hecate agreed to cast the spell.

Apollo, Poseidon, and Hermes somehow got wind of what was going on. They managed to convince Hera and Athena to help them by saying Zeus was a bad ruler. It didn't take much convincing, because Zeus was a bad ruler.

As we all know, Poseidon, Apollo, Hera, and Athena managed to trap Zeus in a net. A nymph, however, freed him. Poseidon and Apollo were turned mortal. Hera was hung over the eternal abyss of Chaos. Athena managed to convince Zeus she was biding her time to free him, which was a load of Minotaur shit. (AN: this is how Uncle Rick told the story so chill if you heard it a different way fam. Uh... minus the "Hermes getting involved" part. That one is me.)

And Hermes? He's the god of thieves. He's too stealthy to be caught.

Zeus carried out his plan, and sooner or later, dozens of demigods were forgotten. Mothers and fathers forgot their demigod sons and daughters. The world forgot of the children's existence. They never existed to them.

The spell was cast to choose random demigods each generation. Unfortunately, the spell went wrong. The Fates willed the spell to effect the Olympians as well. The Olympians and all the other gods forgot all about their demigodly children.

But then again, what else is new?

"So if the gods forgot about the demigods, what happened to them?" You may be asking.

The enemy of the universe(s). Darkness.

Okay, let me make something clear. You can't defeat darkness with a flashlight.

I tried.

See, there are different planets, different galaxies, different dimensions, and different universes too.

And you silly Earthlings thought you were all alone in the universe. Ha.

Actually, you guys are aliens, too. See, eons ago, there was five all-powerful beings (AN: btw this is all made up af, this isn't based off of any religion, it's just me and my imaginative insanity.). First was the Grandmother, also known as the Tree of Creation. She gave life, thought, hope, bravery to everything. She also gave destruction, famine, and faithlessness, cowardliness to everything. She is the very personification of balance.

The Tree of Creation gave birth to 4 beings. Light, Darkness, Bravery, and Destruction. Light and Darkness balanced each other out. Bravery and Destruction balanced each other out. (AN: Now hold on... you may be thinking "How can bravery cancel out destructive nature?". Bravery is the courage to keep going, to hold faith in everything, to seek to build things no matter how bad things may be. Destruction is destroying everything, not having the courage to build up, so you have nothing but the cowardliness to break down. Boom, philosophy.)

The 4 beings ruled over a council on the planet Το κέντρο όλων. (AN: "the center of all" in Greek. Boom, knowledge. Jk I used Google Translator...) They were just rulers and righteous rulers at first. But Darkness and Destruction became jealous of their brother and sister. (AN: Darkness is female, Destruction is male. Light is female, Bravery is male.)

Everyone tended to not like them, because they were the cold hard truths. They were everything dark and wrong. But they balanced things out. They were also justice in some extreme cases. But they went overboard without Light and Bravery. They personified evil, darkness. People preferred Light and Bravery because they were justice, but they were merciful. They were kind, and personified light and good. Darkness and Destruction let the envy, jealousy, call of power. (AN: This seems kinda like the plot line of the first episodes of "My Little Pony". XD)

So Darkness and Destruction waged war on their brother and sister. Families turned on one another. Planets were destroyed. Billions died. It was the forces of Darkness and Death versus the forces of Light and Life. Two opposing forces clashed. It was a war to make every fight, battle you can come up with seem like a fight between two toddlers in preschool. No one survived. Everyone on the battle field died when the battle was just beginning. They fought for hundreds of years, by then almost everything was gone, the balance of the universe almost gone.

The Tree of Creation intervened. She gave her children Light and Bravery a spell. A spell to put her other children into a deep, deep slumber.

Darkness and Destruction got word of it, and combined forces, and merged forms into a shapeless force of pitch black, cold-hearted, nothingness, ready to consume and destroy everything it touches with it's endless void of nothingness, tendrils of pure hate.

It was scary as total fuck. Ever get the feeling that your being watched when it's dark? Like a unknown being is watching you? (AN: Call me crazy but this is what I feel...)

Yeah. You've had the honor of being stalked by Darkness. Not the actual "leader" Darkness. Just a minion. See, we call all of Darkness's minions Darkness. There isn't even really a leader. Just a concentration of power that stands out from the rest that's the cause of the whole she-bang that the rest follow. Okay, so that is kinda like a leader... what I'm saying is the Darkness minions do what they want, when they want. They rarely get orders, partly because Darkness is too weak to give them to them.

Anyway, Light and Bravery, with great difficulty, managed to put Darkness into a deep, deep slumber. But injured, weak, and tired, they fell into a deep slumber themselves. Because one cannot exist without the other. Light cannot exist without Darkness. (AN: XD Now this sound like "Legend of Korra".) Before they did however, they contacted the extreme few who survived and told to travel to the Milky Way galaxy, to the universe that their old friend Chaos ruled over.

The people, distraught and mourning for their losses, didn't even bother to argue against their rulers, they had no idea what was going on or why they were going, but they were in shock over all that had happened. So can you really blame them for getting on that ship?

The people got on the ship and began their journey to the Milky Way galaxy. When they finally got there, after being almost killed painfully in many, many ways, Chaos met them at the borders of her territory. Chaos asked what happened, and the leader they elected explained everything.

Chaos wound up giving them sanctuary on Earth, saying that they would need to forget about the advancements they made on Το κέντρο όλων. So, after Prometheus gave fire to the humans, they were sent down to Earth. They showed the humans how to use it, and they wound up living on Earth many more centuries. They never told their offspring about the other planets of out-side worlds because they feared for their safety of their children if they knew the truth.

So, Darkness's minions scattered all across the universe(s). Then, when they found out the Olympians got rid of some perfectly good pawns, they decided to to take them for themselves.

So, every generation the spell worked it's magic, they swooped in and stole the demigods. They took them away from Earth, took them to a dark planet with no light, no laughter... it was horrible. They abused the demigods. Used their worst fears against them. They were never allowed to leave their cages. They never saw the sun, or any type of light. They were never allowed to have fun, to laugh. They raped and beat the demigods. They broke them in every way possible. (AN: I'll go into details later... or I might make a prequel filled with all the Forgotten Demigods' backstories. Whaddya think?)

Never ever, ever again. I should know. I am a Forgotten Demigod.

So, when we were finally allowed out of our cages to train for them to do jobs, we led an Uprising. Well, Sharktooth led the Uprising... but still! It did take a few thousand years to get to that point though... Anyway, we got out. Everybody scattered into different parts of the universe (AN: Imma just put "universe" 'cause "Universes" is a mouthful). A few of us stayed together, and voila, that's our little band of misfits. (AN: Details later...)

We travel the universe, help those in need, explore the unknown, uncover the covered, blah blah blah. With different timezones, we were also literally over thousands of years old. We also somehow managed to gain partial immortality, so yeah... we were forced to endure the horrors of life forever. So we also got to hear Sharktooth brag about Percy for hundreds of years.

And now our airship was crashed on Earth of all places.

Fuck life.

I cursed as I tripped over a yet another tree root, causing my flying combat boots to flutter. Oh, and guess what? We crashed on Long Island. Long fucking Island. Thankfully, it was the other side so we didn't have to deal with curious campers, but still. It's almost like there's a crazy author trying to get us killed! (AN: MWUAhAHAh)

Uggggh. If we had to crash on Earth, why couldn't we crash into the Bahamas? (AN: Because I said so.)

Whatever. I was going to make the most of our little vacation to hell.

Splat! Or I was going to fall on my face.

I sighed. I hated being here. It messed with my groove. I was normally much too nimble and fast to fall on my face, but being on Earth messed up my reflexes, powers- hell, I might even get physically sick.

I got up and brushed myself off. "Well... at least you got up okay, right?" Wrong. As soon as I got up, my head hit a tree branch.

Rubbing my head cursing, I turned to look at the tree branch, but my foot caught on a rock and I flailed sideways falling on my side.

The universe is against me. I thought, mentally groaning.

I got up, agitated. My boots fluttered again, probably sensing my emotions. I looked around.

Then suddenly I heard a crashing sound like someone -or something- was running through the woods. I whipped towards the noise and raced after it. I smelled- salt? An aura of sea salt... like the ocean... but who would have an aura like that other than Sharktooth? And Sharktooth had a more feral aura... like a wolf... well, he was a werewolf. Then it hit me. Sharktooth had a little brother. We were in New York, where he lived. But what would Sharktooth's little brother be doing here, on the other side of Long Island? And why was he running? Was there a monster chasing him? I didn't sense a monster chasing him... then I froze, I stopped so fast I lost my balance and almost fell on my face again. (AN: Just so you know, italics are thoughts.)

He was alone? What? Why?

There was no other aura except his... except his aura was... depressed?

What the hell happened to him?

I raced after him, pressing the button on my hat that made me blend in to my surroundings. It was pretty much an invisibility hat, except my hat could do other stuff, too. I ran after him, and caught up easily. I was always good at racing and stealth, probably due to my heritage as a son of Hermes.

I stopped in the clearing that I felt his presence in and actually did fall on my face.

So I needed to work on my landings. So what? Also, I was fucking surprised at what I saw there. I saw Perseus Jackson kneeling down, covered in scars, sobbing his heart out. My heart clenched painfully at the scene. He was holding a box of razors, muttering something. I strained my ears, though I usually had good hearing, what he was muttering was so inaudible I was pretty sure he was just mouthing it. But I finally made something out like "They don't want me anymore... I can't blame them... I'm pathetic... I'm a fucking failure... they never saw through my mask... it'll just be better if I kill myself...".

His torso was a fucking horror show. The word MURDERER in Ancient Greek was visible upon his chest. He was all bloodied up, from tripping and falling on the way here, or from his box of razors, I couldn't tell. I felt bile rising up in my throat. What in the actual fuck? Hadn't this kid been through enough? I mentally cursed the Fates. Of course this kid would suffer through depression and no one would know about it. But what's all this about not being loved...? I came to a conclusion that made me want to run around in circles and then sprint headfirst off a cliff. Th-those scars hadn't come from the campers, right?

Right?

Right?

I watched, petrified in my horror as he ran razors across his flesh, his blood going everywhere. I wanted to move, to stop this fucking madness, but I couldn't move. I was frozen in horror, watching this horrible reality that my fucking Oracle friend Sunny wouldn't have been able to predict.

I forced my bile down. I had to help this kid. I couldn't help but mentally curse the Fates again. A loud flump! sound snapped me out of my daze. Lying there without with his stomach shredded, his arms looking like they've been mauled by werewolves, and cold, dead, dull eyes, was Perseus Jackson.

I knew I had to take him back to the ship. I couldn't just leave him here to die. I delicately picked him up bridal style, his chest heaving.

Then I took off running like a pack off crazy rabid Hocowacas were after me. I activated my flying shoes, even activated my special super speed ability. The faster I got to the ship, the better. I was there in about 5 minutes, but that was way too long, because Percy was getting deathly pale. I was on the verge of completely freaking out. (AN: Huh-cuw-wac-cas. That's how you pronounce it.)

I burst through the door and security system Valdez had established. I raced to the lounge, and literally kicked the door in. Everyone abruptly stopped what they were doing. Valdez sighed and turned to me, sighing. "Agma, it's hard enough with the engines to fix, I'd appreciate if you didn't-". Then he saw what was in my arms, and his jaw dropped.

I cleared my throat. "Uh, yeah. We have a bit of a problem."

I AM SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY! MY WIFI WENT COMPLETELY ON THE FRITZ, SO I COULDN'T UPDATE! AHHHH! SORRY! SORRY!

So... yeah. Just so ya know, I have no idea what half this chapter is myself.

I'm sorry this is such garbage. *slams face into table*

Legit, I meant to update 2 weeks ago, but then this bullshit weather moved in and messed up my WIFI.

Fuck you, bullshit weather.

Just so you know, the Forgotten Demigods were mutated when they were being held by Darkness, so Sharktooth (his real name is Jamison Jackson) is a werewolf, Agma will discover the extent of his true power soon enough, and El Diablo (his real name is Diego Valdez) has like firebending x1000. Also, most Forgotten Demigods don't remember their real names, only very, very few do. So... yeah...

Sorry this is legit fucking trash *-*

"No matter how dark the moment, love and hope are always possible." ~George Chakiris