Important Note- Alright for those who care and want 2 know my thoughts on this story. Do not skip. But then again, we got some reader rebels in the house. First of all, as I said this is my first FF story. It's not good or packed with details. To be honest it is basically a bunch of 1 shots that flow together that makes up a sketchy story. For those that review, thanks. For those that don't, I just got to say you're LAZY. Basically it takes 10 seconds 2 send a couple of words that will make the receiver smile for a whole day. #Worth. Ight second part, this story is almost done, got like 6k words left, will be finished in 2 months. I have soccer, AP exams and college visits. BE patient. Now lets get 2 the story.

(Percy Pos)

LOCATION: Fort- HOPE

"Yo Tartarus, how's the army coming along"? I asked as I began to walk beside him on the mile high wall. In fact, Tart and I were both examining the most recently finished fort. The fort was on top of Mount Everest. It was 3 miles wide that had a mile high wall encircling it. Plasma blasters stretched across the wall every 100 yards accompanied by three monsters. A moat filled with lava slushed and sizzled constantly. Every building was enforced with Chaos beams, enforced with Heat seeking missiles.

"Well Percy, I'm going to be brutally honest. We are significantly outgunned and outnumbered. The primodals are way more powerful and resourceful." He replied carefully. "Its sad to say that the odds of survivng this war based on the undying facts are slim to none."

"Hmmmmm", I rumbled.

Quickly stopping, I asked him "Do you know why I think that we will come out superior"?

Now intrigued Tartarus stopped walking. "How the hell will we win this war? NO grand plan will save us from upcoming disaster."

"I believe that our love will prevail. The things that set us aside from our attackers are that we are fighting for love. I know its cliché but from watching these humans I have learned something over my long life."

"Oh and please tell me what you have learned," Tartarus sarcastically asked.

"Well it simply comes to this. If a man A were to fight against man B, who would win? Man A weighs around 120 pounds, skin and bones. Man B weighs around 200 pounds, with a tad bit of muscles."

"Man B obviously", Snorted Tart.

"Now let me ask you this. If man A were to lose, then he would die and all his family would perish with him. If Man B would lose, then he would lose his hand."

"Hmmm", Tartarus stroked his small goatee softly. "You got a point, there"

"Well, well" I smiled evilly. "You know what also will help us win this war?"

"What"?

"Surprise attacks", I smiled joyfully. "Tarturas prepare the ARMY!"

Author Note: 2 more chapters, then this will end. Sorry this is rush, but just basically wrote this small chapter to inform the 2 loyal readers that I didn't give up lol.