This story was up before, it was two chapters long before I suddenly decided that I wasn't ready to start a story, and that was like a month ago. Now, I'm itching to re-write it, so here it is. It may start out confusing, but everything will be revealed in time. Muahahaha. ;D Yes, they're OC's included, but they're minor characters (ehm sort of), I'm not going to let my main holmies be left out!

Basic Summary: There is a human rebellion brewing against the world of the gods. It may seem like a simple war to win, though it is nothing like that at all. The mortal world clashes with mythology, in order to finally take out the gods. Kronos (OMFG DIE ALREADY ._.) is risen again, in a new form, recruiting all the mortals he can (You'll find out HOW that is possible). It's like the the second Titan War all over again, execpt a minor change, there will be mortals involved. Due to the fact that demigods cannot kill mortals with celestial bronze, or imperial gold it will make the task hard. Monsters are not going to be excluded from the war, their weapons are not a waste from that. The mortals want nothing to do with the gods in their civilization, and Kronos will stop at nothing to make that happen.

That's the main idea, the recruiting has to do with the demigods recruiting elite mortals, they won't like the fact that they'll need mortals, but it's in order to win the war. EHH, if you just read it it will make more sense, I cannot explain things very well. D:

Read on for awesomeness c:

Disclaimer: Girl. Nuff . . .typed.

After the war. . .

Anoymous P.O.V.

I stood perched up on a ledge of a tall building, staring intensely at the scenery of the battlefield. My bow was slung over my back, with the a bundle of arrows slung right next to it. Never in my life had I thought of myself to ever wield such a weapon, if any of my old friends had found out about this I would be labeled as a social outcast. It's been at least seven months since I have been introduced to the new world of gods, monsters, demigods, and much more. It was alot to take in, finally figuring out that us, mortals, were not alone. We were being watched by the eyes of super beings.

I'd be suprised if you didn't find that amazing! All my life, I was looking for something out of the ordinary, and it seemed like a personal gift from god- wait, I mean gods. To actually be involved with this secrect world, yet sometimes I feel like it's a curse. This whole entire war was a curse, I've watched so many lives faded away over the seven months. I felt overwhelmed when I was elected as a squad leader, leading people who depended on me. . .When I couldn't even depend on myself. Tara Bryant, the controlling bitch, squad leader four of elite mortals.

I felt a hand on my shoulder breaking me out of my thoughts, and I slowy turned to my right looking at the unknown persons incredibly hairy arm, until my eyes landed on an orangutan. I let out a shout of suprise, as I almost fell of the ledge I was perched on, but the orangutan was fast enough to pull me back up onto the roof of the tall building I was sitting on.

"FRANK!" I screeched at him. "You know how much your freaky 'ability to change form' extravaganza scares the Styx out of me!" Another catch when you're introduced to the world of the gods, you learn new slang.

Frank, still in orangutan form, grimaced at my tone. I watched in horror as he morphed back into human form. I was no longer staring at orangutan, I was staring at Frank Zhang. The baby faced Chinese Canadian Roman, aside with a stocky body, also known as my mentor. No matter how incredibly clumsy Frank could get, I would always look up to him.

Frank was my recruiter, he was the one who actually thought I had potiental to fight in this war. He saw right through me, instead of seeing the controlling bitch side other people saw, he saw the hurt fragile girl looking for a place to fit in side. He knew my weaknesses, and my strengths. Frank knew where my sanity stood, and he never pushed me to limits that I couldn't take. That's why I respected him; he respected me. He taught me how to conduct a bow, and every violent thing I know. Also, he's a veteran of the Giant War against mother freaking Earth! How cool is that? Way cool.

"Sorry," Frank's cheeks flared as he mumbled his apology. "I was trying to get your attention, but. . you were like in a trance. Pretty freaky, by the way. So I had to pull out beast boy mode."

"Ugh, I hate that mode," I complained. "So, what is it that you needed to talk to me about?"

"Well, um nothing. I just saw you up here, so I decided to put you into a scare. . ." Frank trailed off nervously as he saw my expression change.

"Fai! You know better than to scare innocent girls, see this is why no girls run after you, you clumsy ox!" I mimmicked Franks grandmother. She had died right before the war started, and it was honnor to meet her. She was an amazing old woman, she tought me about honor, respect, and duties.

Frank, and I shared a laugh then sighed. I saw Hazel, Frank's girlfriend, suddenly walk up the stairs from the building we were currently standing on. She smiled as she saw me, and I smiled back. Hazel was such a beauty. She had curly brown hair that cascaded down to her shoulders, golden eyes that seemed to gleam as if it were real gold. She had a shy smile that could automatically make a stingy person into a better mood. And of course, a wonderful personality.

"Frank, Tara," Hazel acknowledged us. "Sorry to interupt, your guys' moment or whatever. . .but ah. The gods want us to assemble for honoring in thirty minutes or so."

"Alright," Frank said. "Nothing but a good show seeing Percy Jackson piss off the gods again, you know how the last honoring went down, Haze." Hazel and Frank laughed heartily, holding each other for support.

They started to walk off, when Frank turned to me. "Aren't you comming?"

"Nah," I replied. "I still got like thirty minutes, I still need time to think. Y'know I wouldn't need this much time to think if you hadn't so rudely interupted."

Frank smiled sheepishly, and I smirked as he and Hazel descended down the steps holding hands. Awh, I thought, they are too cute! Then I felt sad, and remorsed as I thought about the difficulties I had going on in my love life. I had two guys who were in love with me, and I could only have one. Both guys were understanding like Frank, though there are times when I can trust one of them. I have to think long, and hard about my decision. I just don't want to end up making a mistake I'll regret.

I got back to my position on the ledge, and then stared down at the retreating figures of Hazel and Frank. After the were out of sight, I turned to my left and I was greeted by a mirror. I looked at myself, my straight honey blonde to sunkissed brown hair, soft dark blue eyes, and my signature tan. I didn't know what guys saw in that, I was 'fake'. I had always been used and deceived for my looks, all I wanted was a guy who wanted me for me, not the fake controlling bitch.

I looked up to see who was holding the mirror, and saw myself staring at the most beautifulest woman I had ever seen. She was so beautiful, I couldn't even describe it. I instantly knew who she was.

Aphrodite.

She stood there smirking at me beautifully. Hot damn, I thought, they seriously were not kidding about the title of her being beautiful. I had never seen her before, and I had insulted her in the past. I almost fainted by the fact that she didn't blast me to oblivion for insulting her. She just stood there, and winked leaving an aroma of fruity perfume.

Really, I thought, Just mock me like that.

I know it's a short chapter, but I'm just starting off. Some things are confusing, but like I mentioned things will be figured out along the way. You just read from Tara Bryant's P.O.V., a recruit of Frank Zhang. The will story will start in the next chapter. I know OC's are annoying, but they're needed in order for me to make this story work. Please REVIEW. c:

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