Okay. So I got a review that said the plot was a bit confusing so let me clear that up: the demigods from the start of TLO are sent to the future by Kronos after Octavian 'accidentally' informs him of his future defeat and the gods from that time period are watching their children. The demigods are given a prophecy and the gods are watching them on their quests.

Bold: Future

Normal: Present (Please note that the descriptions of things from the future will be in 'Normal' as well.)

Chapter I

Camp Half Blood had certainly changed. For starters, there were more cabins,- a lot more cabins- the Big House was bigger and there wasn't any tension in the air, just fun and happiness. They had won the war! The gods knew that before but seeing it reassured them. The gods let out sighs of relief and cheers of joy before focusing on the one sided Iris Message. Another major development was the huge, bustling city that was some feet away from the camp itself. The enormous diamond encrusted golden gates that led to the city were open, as if inviting the campers to come inside the city. Trees larger than them were at both gates, and there was a sign on the left gate that read 'Καλώς ήρθατε στην νέα Αθήνα.' There was a sign on the left gate that read 'Welcome to New Athens.' Before Athena could commit the architecture of the buildings to memory- damn the Fates!- the screen moved its focus from the city to the cabins. There were hundreds, no, thousands of them, each one completely different form the last. How they made space for them, the gods did not know. The assembly of the Olympian cabins were still there, though it looked like two had been added. Yes, there were two more cabins. Judging by the looks of them, the gods figured that they belonged to Hades and Hestia.

The sound of a door creaking drew their attention to the cabin next to Dionysus', Cabin 13. (Probably Hades'.) A boy of about eighteen or nineteen years stepped out the door, and following him was a woman who looked to be in her early twenties. The boy was inexplicably handsome and resembled Hades greatly, which meant. . . .

"That's your son, Hades? Nico di Angelo?" Aphrodite asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It seems so," muttered Persephone bitterly. Nico looked just like his father, a sure reminder of her husband's infidelity. She wanted to like him, really, she did! It's just that every time she sees him, she gets reminded that he wasn't a product of her love. Hearing her bitter tone, Hades frowned. He didn't regret consummating his relationship with Maria- or loving her- but yet he still felt guilty for involving himself with her. The only reason that he did was because she reminded him of Persephone. If only he could get his wife to like Nico. . . .

Aphrodite silently praised the Fates for making Nico so godsdamned hot. He had messy black curls that went past his ears and looked like he just rolled out of bed. His skin had returned to its natural olive color, though slightly paler. His long eyelashes shaded two beautiful pits of endless darkness and his face was purely symmetrical. There was faint stubble along his angular jaw and Aphrodite could even make out the fading splatter of freckles across his button nose and perfectly proportioned cheekbones. He was tall, about six feet, and muscular. He wore a black and white that stretched across his chest, accentuating his large biceps and perfectly chiseled abs, and black jeans that had silver chains hanging from the belt loops in his pants. Something glistened on his ears. He wore fake diamond studs. So he had piercings. Hot. . . The Stygian Iron sword that he was always seen fighting with hung from his waist. On his feet were black and blue Converse high tops.

His companion looked about twenty three, four years older than him, with long glossy black hair and obsidian eyes. Her lips were full and pink and her physique was impressively striking. She was a few inches shorter than Nico, and she had curves in all the right places. She wore a royal purple leather jacket over a black tank top. She wore ripped washed out skinny jeans and on her feet were combat boots. She looked somewhat familiar. . .

"Hey, isn't she that Reyna girl?" Ares asked, alarmed. The gods' eyes widened.

"She's the praetor of Camp Ju- the Roman Camp! She shouldn't be-!"

"SHH!" Apollo and Hermes interrupted, listening closely to Nico and Reyna's interaction. The duo walked down the steps leading to Nico's cabin, laughing and joking around. Hades' eyes narrowed. His son normally wasn't this cheerful, neither was the praetor girl. And what were they doing in that cabin together? Alone?

"So how're things with you and Thalia?" Reyna asked slyly.

Zeus, Hades and Artemis watched in horror as Nico's cheeks took on a pink tinge.

"Please don't let this be what I think it is," they muttered.

"H-how did you know about us?"

"NO!"

Reyna laughed. "Oh come on, Nick! I have eyes everywhere. Did you really think that I wouldn't-" She stopped abruptly, eyes furrowed. Her smile dropped instantly and her body tensed.

"Rey? What's wrong?" Nico trailed her line of vision to the growing crowd gathered on the beach. There seemed to be an air of shock and confusion around them. They shared a look before taking off in that direction.

"What's going on?" asked Triton.

"I think we're about to find out, son," replied Poseidon, speaking up for the first time. 'Please let Perseus be okay. . .'

Nico and Reyna pushed through the quiet crowd and got to the front only to gasp in total shock and amazement at the sight before them. Spread out in the sand, either unconscious or dead, were about nineteen or twenty half bloods. They looked like younger versions of their friends. "Thalia," Nico gasped as he dropped to his knees next to the body of the daughter of Zeus. He brought his ears to her mouth to make sure she was breathing, eyes widening in alarm when he didn't. He put his forefinger and middle finger on her neck. "I have a pulse, but it's faint. She's not breathing either." he stated, looking up at Reyna. She nodded and turned to the crowd, pointing out certain people and giving them orders.

"You, you, you and you; get all of them to the infirmary immediately. Vivian, get Kayla, Austin and Will and tell them to heal those half bloods. Good. Shauna and Stephen, this is serious. Stop being the asses that you are at least once in your lifetime, please. And di Angelo," she turned to Nico who was watching Thalia get carried away on a gurney. He diverted his attention to her when she called him.

"What?'

"You and I are going to tell Chiron."

"But Thalia's-!"

"That's not her Nico. She's wearing a circlet. Thalia isn't a part of the Hunt anymore, remember?"

"Who is she then?"

"That's what we're going to find out. C'mon."

"What happens next?"

"We wait. And pray. Lots and lots of prayer might work."

Nico sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Might?"

"Come on, Nico."

The screen went blank.

"Oh come on! That was extremely short. Where's the action? The suspense? The bloodshed?!"

"I rarely ever say this, but I do agree with Ares; that was surprisingly abrupt. I am somewhat disappointed." said Athena.

"I don't think all the videos are going to be that short. That was probably just a warm up to show us how it's going to be," stated Amphitrite. Poseidon and Triton nodded in agreement.

Athena scoffed. "The last time we listened to what you thought, we-"

"Girls!" Hestia interrupted. "Please, no fighting."

Amphitrite and Athena glared at each other, then they rolled their eyes and scowled.

"I don't know why you two hate each other so much," said Poseidon, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"What do you know?" Athena sneered. Poseidon's eyes flashed with anger and slight hurt, making her regret saying anything.

"I don't know why you waste your time with a heartless bitch who kills people's children for fun," huffed Triton to his father.

"I said it was an accident," seethed the war goddess.

"I'm sure it was," Triton snapped.

"SILENCE!" Zeus thundered.

"Well, that was interesting," blurted Hephaestus. Their heads turned towards him and their jaws dropped in disbelief. He, Ares and Aphrodite had their feet propped up on the table and their mouths stuffed with popcorn.

'The weirdest group ever,' Hermes mused.

"Are we gonna watch this shit or not?" asked Apollo.

"Are we?" echoed Hecate with raised eyebrows.

"We are," declared Hades with finality. "Play the video, Iris."

"A 'please' would be nice," Iris huffed, but she and Hecate played the video nonetheless.