Perseus yawned.

Stars painted the sky above him like a canvas, their shine gleaming down upon him. The full moon hung high above him as if watching and looking down on him. Although Perseus still had a preference for the day and the warmth of the sun, he could appreciate the silence and tranquillity night would bring.

Taking his eyes off the sky for a moment and taking a chance to look down, he saw the busy and bustling streets of New York, still moving and vibrant even at this time. Sitting upon the skyscraper, his feet dangled above the scene below him and he wondered what it would feel like to jump.

Not that he would jump, he was just curious on what death might feel like, after all, living for more than three millennia might do that to someone.

The day he was born… even he couldn't remember as it was such a long time ago. He was born to a God widely despised and quickly forgotten about, and his mother was a Greek traveller living in Amarna, the city of his father.

Blessed with immortality by his father, he watched as everyone and everything around him slowly died. First his mother, then his friends, then society as he knew it. His father had been forced into isolation becoming incredibly weak as he faded into obscurity. That only left him, the sole remainer of his father and lineage, the only thing left of his heritage was a khopesh his father had given to him, called 'New Dawn'.

Throughout the years, he had witnessed many events, Alexander's conquest, the rise and fall of the Romans, the entry of the Mussulmans, what the mortals called WW1 and WW2. He had seen it all, spectating it from the sidelines.

He wondered what the homeland of the Muslims were like, what Cathay was like, but he had only ever resided in Europe. That was until one day in the 1950s, something had pulled in his gut directing him to the US, bringing him to Brooklyn.

But when he got there, he quickly realized that he was not meant to be here, the Egyptian wizards distrustful of his immortal self and who knows what they would do to him if they knew who his father was. So, he had fled to Manhattan, which in hindsight was probably not the best choice as the Greek pantheon hung around there.

He had stayed in Manhattan the past couple decades, hanging on rooftops like the one he was on right now, hiding in the shadows away from the prying eyes of the Gods who were surprisingly neglectful of their own surroundings. Perseus suspected someone could steal something from them and they wouldn't even notice.

Suddenly, he heard a quiet shuffle behind him, almost quiet enough to have gone under the radar but he had had millennias to perfect his skills as a hunter and warrior.

"Do not think I did not hear you," he called out before turning around to face the intruder. He came face to face with a woman that had snake eyes and a terrible hissing tongue.

"The massster wantsss your help," she hissed out in a nasty-looking way.

"And pray tell who your master is?" Perseus said blandly, before adding, "I'm surprised whoever he is, actually found me, I thought I was well hidden."

"Clearly not well hidden enough," she rasped out with her snake-like tongue. "Kronosss wantsss your allegiance."

"Now why would I do that, life's pretty good you know," he chuckled, before his eyes darkened, "and I certainly don't need Zeus or the Olympians on my tail."

"Kronosss offersss you glory and rewardsss beyond measssure." She said, trying to keep him engaged in the conversation.

"If I wanted either of those, I wouldn't have gone into isolation, I thought that would be pretty obvious to someone who styles themselves as 'the crooked one'." He snarked at her, before looking back towards the New York skyline. Dawn rays began to shine upon him as the sun rose. He pulled the khopesh off his back. "Kronos offers me nothing and I will do nothing for him in return, there is no further discussion."

"Kronosss, Kronosss will offer you your father back!" She said desperately as a last-ditch attempt, he momentarily paused, the khopesh still in his hands. "Kronosss will ressstore Aten, he will bring back Aten in return for your help!"

Perseus turned around, once again facing the dracaena. He inspected the khopesh in his hands, the cold metal reflecting his face. His eyes were now full gold, glowing like the rays of the sun, and his jet-black hair contrasting, blew in the morning breeze. New York hung behind him, and for once the bustling city seemed to be silent as it awaited Perseus' response, almost in fear of what he might say.

He hoisted the khopesh back on his back, with a short reply to her offer, "I'm interested, keep talking."


Thalia Grace was scared of heights.

No that was actually an understatement, she was absolutely terrified of heights.

So, imagine how she felt driving the literal sun across the sky.

Looking down, she immediately regretted it. They must have been hundreds of kilometres in the air, much higher than any bird or clouds. Thalia wanted nothing more but to vomit right there. She resisted the urge before trying to keep her eyes up. Her hands on the wheel were wobbling left and right and from the reaction of everyone else in the bus, they knew.

For a second, Thalia almost forgot about the depressing scene they had left before this. They had been on the search for two demigods but had almost failed, being rescued by the Hunters of Artemis but still losing Annabeth in the process.

Her hands turned white gripping the steering wheel. Those blasted Hunters did not need to get involved, and because of them Annabeth had been lost. Thalia didn't even know if she was alive and that served to infuriate her even more.

She had just woken up from a terrible sleep as a pine tree thanks to some sheep rug and now the only link she had left to camp was missing and likely dead. Instead, she had that Poseidon kid and the Hunters and to say she did not like the latter was an understatement. After all, they had tried to recruit her, failed before dissing her companions and then ultimately being right about them.

Luke, Luke. She still couldn't believe Luke had betrayed them. Then again, she actually wasn't surprised, he was always the most vengeful and spite-filled of the three of them, always sounding bitter and depressed. But the fact that he had left both her and Annabeth alone hurt her, not to mention all he had left in his place was a brash son of Poseidon.

The Hunters had said Luke was the weakest link, and it turned out to be right, Thalia bitterly thought.

Already she could probably hear them mocking her for her misplaced faith in Luke, she was infuriated. She was Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus, King of the Gods, the most powerful Olympian. But Zeus is also the God of the skies and yet here you are unable to drive a flying bus, her traitorous mind pointed out, her self-doubts eating away at her. But in response she had done what she had always done. She ignored it, supressing it and burying it deep inside of her.

"Ca-camp isn't that far now," said a shaky Apollo as he struggled to get back to his feet, his once easy-going demeanour nowhere to be seen, "Won't be long now from here."

Thalia gritted her teeth, unintentionally causing her hands to slip off the steering wheel, and all of a sudden, the bus began a steep freefall. She could hear screams reverberate around the bus, whilst Apollo was trying to calm everyone down.

So I guess this is how my story ends, dying just after being brought back because I couldn't get over a dumb fear of heights, her brain thought, I truly am weak.

All of a sudden, she heard a sploosh sound as the bus was overtaken by water barging through the doors and windows.

Dirty lake water covered her face making it hard to see a thing, as she attempted to free herself from the bus that was now sinking in the lake. Kicking down the emergency exit door, she swam up to the surface, gasping for air, before taking a look at the familiar scene before her.

Twelve cabins lined the field in the traditional horseshoe shape, symbolic of each Olympian's throne. Each cabin had its own distinct and special traits about it, like Poseidon's had a trident, and Zeus' had an eagle statue. Next to the cabins was the Capture the Flag Forest where the war games were conducted and just next to that was the training grounds.

In the far distance she could see Chiron, the familiar legendary centaur coming to see what had happened, and far behind him he could see the rest of the campers curious as he was.

She only had one word to mumble from her shellshocked lips, "Home."

A/N: Still can't write more than 2k words a chapter :/, I suck ass at writing lmao. Anyway slight OOC Thalia and also I don't actually remember what Camp Half-Blood looks like so the description may be off.