Hey Guys! First off thanks for the great reviews, and do know, even though the plot concept is used a lot I personally love it and am trying to make it as original as possible. Trying to update as fast as I can. Stick with the story and bear with me if you are having second thoughts; I know you will all enjoy it and I'm hoping to have this story be over 100k words at some points, although that will be a long way away. Also, if you haven't read it, read the story Lord Perseus Child of Rome. It's one of the best fics on the site and it is very, very original and a very impressive story.

Anyway, on with the story. Read and Review. Don't expect Percabeth in later chapters because I'm not keen on writing lame fluff and all that crap. The first few chapters were just to lead up to Annabeth's devastation that Percy left, and her colder personality that changed after his banishment which you will see in the next several chapters.

Special thanks to Wacko12 for the suggestions and ideas coming up in upcoming chapters. keep reviewing guys! The reviews are my motivation to write and it keeps this story going. And with that, lets get on with the story.

If you want links to what I think my monsters look like and if you are having trouble picturing them, they will be on my profile.

Once again if there are any grammatical or spelling/punctionation errors, I will look through and fix them and update the story.

I need to cite Wikipedia for information on the land of Thrace and Thracian things, because if I didn't that would be plagiarism and I'm sure your teachers have told you that that is a bad thing.

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Percy's PoV:

Adrastos had briefed me on my mission after I had become acquainted with my dragon Moros, (A/N: I will refer to the dragon as Moros from here on out, he is not the God Moros they just simply have the same name), and part of me did not like it. I could feel something in myself fighting for control, but I quelled the outbreak. I my eyes widened at what he told me my orders were, and at first I was too shocked for words. Then I merely grinned evilly, and then almost laughed. Adrastos was scared at first, raised an eyebrow at my expression. I do not think he expected that reaction. At the end he informed me that the mission was starting in ten days.

During my time here, my memory of my old life started to fade. I could hardly remember the faces of my old friends, let alone the other campers. They only faces I remembered were Thalia, Nico, Grover, and Annabeth. At the thought of the name my heart jumped and I felt something fighting inside my body, but it quickly dispersed again. Weird.

Over the next week Adrastos and I became good friends. He seemed like a good guy, other than that he was working for the Primordial gods, but for the right reasons. There was nothing for us up there. That was something we could agree on. He informed me of the origins of the order, and how the Primordial gods were never exactly defeated. They merely took a step back and watched the world burn during the First Titan War and the War the Titans had against Ouranus.

The Order had apparently begun with the fall of the Roman Empire, resulting in the fall of Thrace. By the mid 5th century, as the Roman Empire began to crumble, Thrace fell from the authority of Rome and into the hands of Germanic tribal rulers. With the fall of Rome, Thrace turned into a battleground territory for the better part of the next 1,000 years. The survivors of the numerous wars that happened on Thracian soils took refuge in a the mountain range nearby, which had a vast and expansive tunnel system, leading into Tartarus. This was a secret entrance into pit that no one knew about; not even the gods. The refugees then made their way into Tartarus, where the non-faded Protogenoi provided shelter for them. They became trained in the arts of stealth, combat, and military prowess. Erebus and Tartarus were the leaders, being the oldest, while most of the other Primordials helped out any way they could.

Little did the Thracians know that they were being used by the Primordials as their army, and that the Primordials had prepared for a global war for decades with their army of monsters. The Thracians were corrupted by the Primordials, and granted immortality much like the demigods in the Order. They became the first humans and demigods in the newly formed Order of the Primordials. They, along with the Mendin, who were small humanoid creatures with immense strength and burly builds, began to build the city. The Mendin were used as the army's builders and acted as construction workers in a sense.

Apparently, many of the demigods and humans in the Order today are descendants from the ancient Thracians. Adrastos was not, because he was born before the French and Indian war to a British woman, and he was a demititan. He said that over the centuries many of the Primordials faded, but the only ones who hadn't were Gaea (who was slumbering due to me), Ouranus who reformed over eons and now watches over the world from the sky, Nyx, Primordial goddess of the night, and Tartarus and Erebus. No one knows about Chaos the Creator; he merely created the Primordials before leaving.

Anyway, I began to explore my powers in our underground headquarters. I began to work on shadow travelling, which was very hard especially for a son of Poseidon. I felt intruding on Hades domain, before I immediately snarled at that thought. I was no longer held accountable for those stupid rules. I was no longer the Hero of Olympus.

My first time shadow travelling I threw up. It felt like my body was being stretched through shadows, and then spat out of them. It was exhausting, but I soon got the hang of it. On my fourth day of training I had finally mastered it, able to travel through shadows and appear wherever there was darkness. That was a special gift from Erebus.

Adrastos was great with a spear, and decent with a sword (compared to me that is.) He could best anyone at Camp Half-Blood. Most of the members of the Order could. Part of the blessing from Tartarus and Erebus was military prowess, which the other members had slight enhancement in. Erebus said that since I was he and Tartarus' champion, that I was given basically a full Primordial blessing. They told me that my powers and skills had developed and settled during my five years asleep, and that I had the same power as an Olympian God. I just needed to get used to it.

About three days before I was supposed to go out on my mission, several Narans, who were dark-skinned creatures with black feathered angel wings, reformed at the bottom of the pit. They immediately informed Lord Erebus and Lord Tartarus about the Hunters and how they were tracking us. All they knew was that their was evil stirring in Tartarus' pit and we immediately sent a stealth team to track and watch them until they left. It seemed Tartarus had scared them with horrifying dreams and images. I smirked at the thought.

One day, Adrastos and I were walking through the hall, when I had to ask him about the writing on the ceiling.

"Adrastos, I know you know what that Greek writing is. Please tell me," I gave him puppy dog eyes, which don't really look when your eyes are completely black. He rolled his eyes at me.

"Alright, you asked. Chronos, the Primordial of Time and foresight, predicted that a child of a God or Titan who was the highest respected demigod, would fall to darkness, meaning switching sides," he glanced at me, like it was obvious what he was saying. I had no idea though. I gestured him to go on and he laughed. "You really are that thick-skulled, huh? That 'fallen hero,' is more than likely you Percy. You were once the Hero of Olympus, and now, you are working against them, like you damn well should be," he said, patting me on the back. I sighed; I was alright the chosen one of one great prophecy, and now it seems like I am a second.

Adrastos was a good friend, and his name meant "he who does not flee." That was an understatement. When we sparred, the guy would never back down and showed no restraint. Even if I had him pinned him would simply swipe my sword aside and keep fighting until he was out of energy. He was an excellent fighter and an amazing wrestler. I always considered him having the build of a wrestler, and he was damned good at it. He was the only one who could beat me at it as well.

When the time came to get ready for my mission, Adrastos wished me luck, before I mounted Moros. I walked out of the main chambers and proceeded to navigate the secret tunnel systems the Thracians had discovered. They were our access to the outside world. I suddenly felt a voice in my head.

"Good my champion. Remember; you are not going to slaughter them or kill anyone. Just strike fear into their hearts and show them that you are a merciless, well-trained warrior," Tartarus ordered. I nodded.

"And do not stop to acquaint yourself with you past again. Leave the past behind you. None of them stood up for you when Zeus cast your here. Just remember that," Erebus added.

"Of course my masters. If I need advice I will communicate in the shadows. For now though, I am going to fly to the camp and give Moros some fresh air," I replied, patting Moros' neck. He sneezed hot fire out of his nostrils before continuing down the pathways.

"Good luck, champion Perseus," they said, as I could see light at the end of the tunnel. It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the sunlight. I mean I had been miles and miles below the earth without any natural light for five years. The clean air felt good on my lungs, and Moros definitely felt the same way. He sighed in delight, before I patted him on the neck, signaling him to take off and fly.

"Whoa... WHOAAAA-" I yelled as he flew at speeds I didn't know were possible. The wind in my eyes caused them to tear up, but I didn't mind. Moros enjoyed himself also, almost a little too much. He started doing barrel rolls and flips, which I immediately objected too. I nearly puked and then almost fell off. I was definitely getting a saddle for Moros after this, I thought to myself. I screamed at Moros to stop flipping, and he huffed out smoke before starting to fly east. Thank the gods- I mean, the Primordial gods.

It felt amazing flying through the air. The view was spectacular and the sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced. But I quickly put on a more serious face from my happy expression. I began planning what course of action I was going to do on my mission. I felt a sense of dread returning back east, for this mission was going to surprise everyone. Like Erebus said, I was supposed to strike fear into their hearts, but not kill anything. I thought it would be easy enough, for my mission was to attack a place I once called home.

I was going to raid Camp Half-Blood.

On Olympus (Third Person PoV):

The gods had gathered on Olympus to discuss something that had troubled all of them for the last several years. Artemis was told to investigate it by Zeus, and for the past several years she and the Hunt had traveled constantly to search for the source of evil. The goddess of the hunt could feel that there was evil stirring, but she was dumbfounded when it came to who it could be. She thought that because Kronos and Gaea were defeated that they were entering a time of peace. She thought wrong.

Zeus had felt an immensely powerful aura radiating from the great abyss of Tartarus, and sent Artemis and her Hunters to investigate while Hades was locking up security in Tartarus.

The Hunt had traveled across the country, investigating new species of monsters never seen before, and strange assassinations of demigods that had not made it to camp. Every time that they came across a murdered child, there was always just a wound, and no weapon left as evidence. She thought this was all very strange.

She led the Hunt towards the pit of Tartarus, where she felt the greatest amount of powerful auras radiating. This was one week prior to the meeting on Olympus. While camped on the outskirts of the pit, many of the campers felt as if they were being watched, and they didn't know that they had been tracked and followed ever since they were ten miles outside of the San Francisco hills (A/N that is where Tartarus is if you have forgotten).

She and her Hunt had horrible, terrifying dreams that she reported to Lord Zeus before returning to Olympus to attend a meeting she had requested. Now, all the gods were present and she began to cite her discovers. The gods listened intently, and the big three exchanged worried glances and had a mental conversation about they prediction. But they kept quiet, as not to disturb the other Olympians. Artemis had just finished her report about the stirring evil in Tartarus, before proceeding to the new monster species they had discovered whilst on the road.

"We were attacked quite often by a several species of monsters I knew nothing about. Our first encounter was with a group of humanoid creatures with skin black as night. They wielded dark black weapons, that dissolved after we defeated them, as if the swords did not want us to take them. The had black, feathered wings that spread out to about a fifteen foot wingspan. They resembled fallen angels in Christian myths," she reported, while the other gods were on the edge of their seats taking in the information. Hades rose his hand in question.

"Yes, Uncle Hades?" Artemis asked. Hades rose and began to speak.

"You say that you encountered these monsters, which is rather peculiar in the sense that I have never seen these creatures. What did you say you called them?"

"One of them referred to themselves as the Narans," Artemis replied. Hades nodded, taking in the information.

"I will look into that species across the Underworld, but I will not venture into the pit of Tartarus," the room grew colder at the mention of the name. The cold air quickly vanished though. "Who knows what kind of deities lurk in the shadows. I for one do not even know all the evil that is housed in the pit." Some of the gods nodded in agreement; no one had ventured into the abyss before and they intended to keep it that way. Hades pulled out a little watch and spoke into it; it appeared he was giving orders to his furies.

"Alecto, can you look up 'Narans' in our archive of imprisoned monsters, and double-check the prisons in Tartarus for any sign of struggle down there. Bring your sisters Tisiphone and Megaera as well," he said with seriousness. He quickly put his watch away and nodded to Zeus. The god of the sky gave Hades a nod in response, and then looked back at his daughter Artemis.

"Oh, and last thing. Father if I may," Artemis started. Zeus nodded and motioned with his hand for her to proceed. "One of the creatures warned me of something before he was killed. They fought hard, wounded many of my girls; almost harder than any monster I've encountered, but our advantage of numbers finally finished them. Anyway, one Naran survived. He looked me right in the eyes, and spoke with a sinister tone. He said, 'There's a storm coming, moon goddess. And when it hits, you'll be praying for mercy before it rips you to shreds.'" The Olympians paled at the thought of a threat.

Arguments started to break out in the council, until Zeus' patience could not be kept restrained.

"SILENCE!" he thundered. The council immediately grew silent. Finally, Athena broke the silence.

"My fellow Olympians. Do not fret for now, we know nothing about this. It may very well be a bluff. But we must not push this aside. It's not everyday a new species appears out of nowhere before warning us of inevitable doom. We must stay ready, and continue to investigate this until we have answers to this," she stated, her words full of wisdom before nodding and returning to her seat.

"Well said daughter. We will continue searching in our spare time, and we will warn the Camp to prepare for the worst. With that, meeting adjourned!" he yelled. The Olympians began to rise from their thrones, but before they warped out they were interrupted by Hermes, who did not attend the meeting.

"ATTENTION," he yelled quickly, in panic. "Camp Half-Blood is under attack by a very powerful person... he is ravaging the place!" he cried, as the gods had a stricken look in their eyes. They immediately warped to Camp to aid their children.

Third Person PoV:

It was near dawn in New York, and darkness was engulfing the city. A certain hill with a pine tree on it was blowing with the breeze. A golden object glinted in off the lights from the faraway city, while a sleeping beast lay around the base, curled around it like a dog guarding its family. But it was larger than a dog, and much more dangerous. Being twenty feet long and able to breathe fire was an intimidating enough, but add a mouthful of fangs to it and the strength of a cyclops and it goes to a whole new level.

Peleus lifted his head as he heard the flap of wings in the distance. He immediately rose and looked around, eyes squinting, looking for the source of the sound. Little did he know that the source was an eighty foot dragon, black as night that was the cause of all fears of dragons. Peleus put his hand back down to go back to sleep, only to be scared shitless by an enormously loud THUMP that hit the ground next to him. Peleus blew fire at what appeared to be a monster and growled, baring his fangs. The enormous monster, black as night turned towards the dragon, red eyes glaring. He opened his mouth, revealing teeth and fangs the size of a small-sword. Peleus gulped, cowered back to the tree and squealed, covering his eyes with his wings. The monster, which appeared to be a dragon, faced the valley below before taking to the skies again, this time inside the magical boundaries bordering this safe haven.

There appeared to be a person on top of the dragon, who smirked at Peleus' reaction.

"Now, now Moros. You don't wanna be intimidating and scaring your younger cousin now do you?" he asked, his voice dripping with amusement. Moros snorted a small burst of fire out of his nose, before spreading his wings. The rider tapped his neck twice, and the dragon took to the air. The rider's eyes gleamed in a bloodthirsty way, and the dragon bellowed a roar, shaking the inhabitants of the valley. Moros then blew fire into the air, illuminating what was known as Camp Half-Blood. The rider smiled menacingly.

"They'll never know what hit 'em."

Annabeth's PoV:

The day had gone by as they usually. I sent my mother my blueprints for the new architectural designs of Olympus, sulked about dreaming of the only man I have ever loved, talked to my best and only friends nowadays (Thalia, Nico, and Grover), and then went to get my food, after activities. I tried to take my mind off of things by signing up to teach the younger kids archery and sword-fighting, but that only temporarily took my mind off what I really missed.

After dinner I went to my cabin and slumped on my bed, trying to move on from what I knew I could never move on from. I sighed deeply, before crying myself to sleep. I had dreams about Percy being tortured in Tartarus, and those broke me out of my sleep. I decided to walk around camp to try to clear my head. I put my clothes on and a jacket and then walked out of the cabin quietly, trying not to wake my siblings.

It had to be something like 5 in the morning. There was a faint light in the east, but other than that it was pitch black. I decided to walk to the canoe lake and sit on the dock. As I walked over there I could only think of my first passionate kiss with Percy, underwater, after the camp threw us in. We had just won the Second Titan war and life was great. Well, it was great is the key term. I felt like there was nothing to live for anymore... oh Percy.

"ROOOOAAAARRRR!" I jumped up in fright. I looked into the sky to see a black monster breathing fire into the sky, lighting up the entire valley. Lights in all the cabins immediately turned on, as campers put on armor and jumped out of their cabins as fast as possible. I ran through camp spreading the alarm, while running to the archery range to get bows and arrows for the camp. When I returned I got my first sight at it. The lights from all the cabins made the monster visible, and it was menacing.

An 80 foot long dragon, black as night, with red eyes and spikes. I examined it carefully. I gasped as I realized which monster it was. A monster thought extinct, gone from existence. The Thracian Dragon. I saw the Stolls run up next to me with bows, asking me their orders. I was basically treated as the leader of camp ever since Percy was gone. They gasped.

"Dude... it's-" started Connor.

"Alduin... from Skyrim!" Travis yelled. They looked at each other in excitement and fear. I rolled my eyes.

"Bro, no way!" Connor yelled back. I turned around and gave them a questioning look. They didn't know what to say without sounding stupid, so they just closed their mouths.

"Archers, fire at the beast!" I commanded, as 30 campers with bows and arrows walked forward, took aim, and fired. But the dragon was too fast. It dodged almost every arrows, and for those that did make contact, the bounced off harmlessly. But that didn't stop him from getting pissed off.

The Thracian dragon blew fireballs at the cabins from above, lighting some on fire, and then proceeded to fly around again. I ordered the Demeter cabin and satyrs to put out the fires before they were burned to the ground. The dragon roared once more, and dived down to the ground. It perched itself on the big house, and that's when I noticed that it wasn't alone.

On the dragon was a man, wearing all black clothing. He had a black hood covering his face, and I couldn't see his features. He was wearing an evil grin, black jeans, black Nike shoes and a hoodie. He jumped down all four stories of the big house without even an injury. The camper took aim, but none fired. The man walked directly towards us, as he pulled out a black sword matching his clothing. A small Apollo boy lost grip on his arrow, and it sailed right at the man's head.

He shook his head and caught the arrow. Literally caught the arrow in mid-air. I was shocked. No one had those reflexes, and that was nearly impossible. He threw the arrow aside and increased his pace, as his dragon waited for commands.

"Rain hell Moros," he said, in an all too familiar voice. I had heard that voice before, but I just couldn't put my finger on it. The Thracian Dragon apparently was named Moros, which was ancient Greek for doom. I shuddered at the name. IT was not a pleasant one, and the dragon appeared to be our doom.

"Fire at will!" I yelled to the campers, who fired their bows. A rain of 40 arrows approached the man at blinding speeds, but just before they hit him, he was gone. I heard a groan of pain come from the back of as a camper slumped over unconscious. The man had hit him over the head with the flat of his blade, before standing at the ready for a strike from one of us.

"Bring it on, demigods," he spat with disgust. I pulled out my Celestial Bronze knife and charged him, along with Clarisse and some other campers. It deflected every blow and strike, and gave us all nasty cuts. His sword apparently was made of an incredibly durable, sharp material. He grinned in amusement as he hacked his way through every camper. I couldn't help but notice that he never went for the kill. He would always maim or incapacitate. I stabbed at him with my knife, which he deflected. The man in black then slashed at me, but I parried, and in that moment I got a look at his face.

He looked extremely familiar. That crooked smile, that soft face. It was on the tip of my tongue but I couldn't figure it out. Then I got a look at his eyes.

They were completely black, and gleamed in the light like those of a cat's. If you looked closely into his eyes, they were full of evil, hatred, disgust, and flames. He sneered at me, before stumbling back, as if he had an epiphany. The look of hate left his eyes as he examined me.

"A-annabeth?" he asked. I looked at him, and then it hit me.

"P-percy?" I asked back. I took a step forward, joy in my eyes until anger entered his eyes again. He hacked away at me for the next minute, and I barely parried his blows. He then signaled Moros, and mounted the dragon's back.

"Know that the fall of the gods is imminent. The darkness is rising! And when it comes, you better be ready, because there will be NO MERCY!" he announced with pure hatred as the dragon roared once more before flying away into the sky. At that point, the sun was rising, and the fires were being put out.

Five minutes later the gods arrived, with all their armor and in their battle plethora. The looked around ready for a fight, but noticed nothing was there. I stepped towards them before telling them what happened. They were all shocked about the news. I didn't tell them who I thought the man was, that would stir up too much commotion. But I couldn't help but think if that was Percy, there had to be a way to save him.

So there's chapter 5! Took me all day to write, you guys better be thankful I posted two days in a row. Liked it? Hated it? Please let me know, and if you have any ideas or suggestions, PM! I love advice and take it gladly.

Another thanks to Wacko12 for the ideas; it really means a lot to me. Anyway, like I said at the top, links to the monsters that I mentioned will be on my profile soon, and the picture of the dragon moros is already on my wall. Yeah, I kinda ripped off skyrim, but so what. He looks freakin awesome and it fit perfectly into the image i was trying to capture.

Like I said in my previous A/N at the top, read Anuklusmos14's story Lord Perseus child of rome. One of the best on the web. 92K words in 21 days! That's no easy feat, and it is a very promising.

I just broke 20k words! props to me! haha thanks again fore all the support. thanks guys!

Anyway, REVIEW! It is my motivation to keep writing. If you want fast updates you better review, cuz if not I'll take my damn sweet merry time writing the next chapter, and let me warn you its gonna be a good one. Better not keep that waiting. I'll try to update soon. Review this story plz!

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