Disclimer: I do NOT own Percy Jackson and The Olympians series. That Honor goes to the amazing Rick Riordan.

Chapter 1: The Power Of Hope

In a world long forgotten, Kratos, the Former War god, was dying. He could feel it.

The strangest thing was, unlike the other times the Son of Zeus had died, he welcomed the sweet release of death. He had finally got his revenge on all whom he deemed responsible for the living hell his life had become, and he would finally be reunited with his wife and daughter. At his finally thoughts the Ghost Of Sparta closed his and smiled his first smile in well over ten years. His happiness at being reunited with the family he loved so knew no bounds, but it seemed such at fate was not to be.

It would seem that Kratos had not seen the last of the gods of Olympus.

A mere moment before death the Spartans body exploded outward with a blue ethereal force powerful enough to shatter worlds.

Percy Jackson was enjoying a Sunday afternoon hanging out with his mom, his best friend, Annabeth, and his stepfather, Paul, in his mother's apartment. specifically the living room. It hadn't been more than a month after The Battle of the Labyrinth(or so the kids of Camp Half-Blood called it), and he had convinced Annabeth to come with him to spend some time with him and his mom before school started.

The Son of Poseidon was having a great time just spending some time with his family and Annabeth. Of course, nothing good ever lasts when you are a demigod. Especially if you are a demigod named Percy Jackson.

"Percy!" a voice called from in front of the Fridge in the Kitchen.

Percy sighes in frustration as he recognized the voice calling him. Getting up to head in to the kitchen so as to talk to his mentor face to face he calls back, "Yeah, Chiron, What's up?"

Percy paused when he saw the the look of unease on the old centaur's face. "What's wrong, sir?" he asked.

"The gods have requested yours, and Annabeth's pressence at Camp, immediately. They require your assistance."

Percy's eyes narrowed at the carefulness in how Chiron had chosen his words makeing him wonder exactly what had happened to cause the gods to want him and Annabeth to return to camp early. " did the Titans attack the camp again?" he couldn't help but ask.

By this time his mother, Paul and Annabeth had made their way from the living room to stand behing him in the kichen.

"What's wrong, Chiron?" Annabeth asked with a look of worry written plainly across hr face.

"Just return to Camp as quickyas possible." Chiron said swipping hs hand though the Iris-message before anyone could comment, making both Perccy and Annabeth look towards the fridge in surprise. Even when force into keeping things a secret he had never be as short with either of them as he was just then.

The two demigods looked at each other and nodded. A look of understanding pasted between theee two. They had to make it to Camp Half-Blood now. Something was seriously wrong.

(A/N) : An the first chapter of my first PJO FanFic ever! Anyway thanks for reading and if you see something you like review me, if not do it anyway! As always have a great day and please review! Also the story will eventually have some parts in Percy, Thalia, Nico, and Annabeth's POV although most of the story will be in third person's point- of-veiw and before i swap POV's on ya I let you know. If it doesn't say assume it is in Third Person. Anyway thanks and good bye for now!