This is a story that I've been thinking about for a while, and it's kept bugging me to write it down, so . . . yeah. It's like a rabid plot bunny that I couldn't get rid of, so I'm gonna do it just to get it out of my system. Here we go! Oh, and I'm sorry in advance if the story isn't very good.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own PJO or HOO! (or I would write faster! ;)

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Percy's POV

I'm sixteen now. For the other demigods, it's been a year since 'Percy Jackson the Hero' died, but for me, it's been much longer. I've been dead for longer than anyone could've guessed.

I was training in a huge marble arena when a demigod messenger came with a message for me. I tapped my wrist and my Stygian iron/adamantine sword shrunk into a black chain bracelet. "Commander, we've captured two demigods and one satyr from Camp Half-Blood," he said.

I grinned wickedly and told him to take me to the dungeon where they were being held prisoner. The boy trembled as he walked in front of me, obviously scared of my power. Most of the demigods serving Kronos were, because they knew my reputation, my status, and about my crushing power.

The kid led me down a long obsidian staircase for about ten minutes before we reached the black dungeon doors. I motioned for the young demigod to leave, and he bowed to me before scurrying back up the steps to get away from me.

I opened the door and walked in, scanning down the rows of cells until I found the one I was looking for. I approached the cell and said, "Welcome to my humble home." Sarcasm was practically dripping from my words, and I bowed mockingly.

The three teenagers spun towards me. They were Annabeth, Grover, and Nico. "Percy?!" they cried in shock.

"B-but you're supposed to be dead!" Grover stuttered, looking at me with a mixture of fear and relief.

"Why are you in Kronos castle?" Nico asked calmly, regaining his composure.

I grinned and said, "I'm his commander of course! You must've heard of me by now." The trio shook their heads, Nico looking particularly confused. "Am I confusing you, spawn of Hades?"

His features hardened and he gave me a death glare (pun not intended . . . well, kind of). "What happened to you? A year ago you were set on defeating Kronos, and now you're helping him?" Annabeth asked, her calculating eyes scanning my face.

My smirk slipped and I frowned slightly. "Let's just say Kronos was very . . . persuasive."

"You're supposed to be dead. We watched you die. Kronos never captured you," Grover said, frowning.

"It's nice to know you missed me," I muttered sarcastically. The building shook and I took that as my cue to go see Lord Kronos. "I've gotta go, but it was nice chatting. I'll come back and see you soon." With that I left the dungeon, locking the door behind me, and made my way through the maze-like halls of the castle.

After about five minutes, I knew it would take too long and vapor travelled to the doors of the throne-room. The two monsters that were guarding the doors opened them, glaring at me with hatred. I waved in a mock-friendly manner at them and walked through the doors.

"Lord Kronos," I said in a quiet tone, bowing. I had my indifferent mask on, like I always did around the Lord of Time.

"Perseus (I flinched when he used my real name), we're moving out with the plan early. Get your troops ready," Kronos said with a commanding tone that told me not to argue.

But of course, being me, I said, "But Kronos-" I was cut off by Kronos, who slammed the butt of his scythe into my stomach and sent me flying back into the black marble wall behind me. I groaned and coughed up a bit of blood, then sat up in the rubble.

"Don't address me so casually, boy," Kronos said.

I stood up and bowed again, saying, "I apologize, My Lord." I straightened out of my bow and continued. "I'll inform my troops of the plan and go on my own. They would just get in the way."

Kronos seemed to think about this for a minute. "Go ahead."

I nodded and dusted the dirt off of me, then forced the doors of the throne room open with a blast of wind. I strode through the doors and vapor travelled back into the dungeon. "Change of plans," I said. I still had my indifferent mask on. "We're going on a little field trip, so be good."

"We're not going anywhere with you," Annabeth spat, disgust clear in her eyes.

"You don't have much of a choice," I said and summoned some ice chains that wrapped around the trio's wrists. "This isn't ordinary ice. It's unbreakable, so don't try anything," I said. I opened the cell door and tugged on the chains, practically dragging them through.

"If you don't come willingly, I'll drag you there," I growled.

"And where is there?" Nico and Grover asked at the same time.

"Oh, you'll know it when we get there," I said, and opened up a water portal to Half-Blood Hill. We walked through (they decided they didn't want to be dragged), and the three behind me gasped. "Why are we here?!" Annabeth asked. I didn't answer.

Instead, I reached over and tapped my bracelet, and it turned into a gun. I pointed the gun in the air and shot five times. It didn't take long for the horn to be blown, and the campers (plus Chiron) to gather on the hill.

To say everyone was shocked would be an understatement. It looked like some of them were going to try to hug me, but they stopped themselves when they saw Annabeth, Grover, and Nico chained up behind me, and the chains in my hands.

I saw silver mixed in with the crowd, and realized that the Hunters were there too. "So," I said, addressing Chiron, "Either you surrender, or I kill these three, and if you still don't surrender, I will kill all of the campers here. Including the Hunters." Chiron's face was pale.

"What's going on?" Chiron asked me, and heard some of the campers whispering similar.

"Oh, you haven't heard? I'm Kronos' new commander. I lead his armies," I said, smirking.

Chiron's expression became sad, and he told the campers, "Drop your weapons. We surrender."

I smirked even wider at that. Until a silver arrow went flying past my ear. I had dodged it when I sensed it coming for me. I searched the crowd for the Hunter who let the arrow fly, and finally spotted a defiant looking Thalia holding her bow in a ready stance.

"Hello, spawn of Zeus," I said, and it thundered. Gods how that annoyed me. Thalia glared at me.

"I don't care if you used to be my friend. If you try to hurt or capture the camp, the Hunters will defend it," Thalia said. I yanked Annabeth towards me and placed the barrel of the gun against her temple.

Thalia turned slightly pale and tensed. "You've really turned into quite the coward! Using hostages!" Clarisse yelled, looking angry.

"It was your own father's idea. He's the one who told me about hostages in war in the first place," I said, making Clarisse turn an even deeper shade of red due to anger and embarrassment.

"Fight me," Thalia said. "Fight me. If you win, you get the camp and the Hunters. If I win, you surrender to us."

I grinned, excited. "I'll take you up on that challenge." I hadn't had good competition in a while. It would be nice to have someone who at least provides a small challenge. The campers looked more hopeful when I agreed, probably thinking Thalia would be able to beat me.

"Wait," Thalia said. "Swear it on the Styx. And no killing anyone either." I swore on the Styx, and it thundered tremendously, though I think it also had something to do with Thalia as well. I was led to the sword arena, and Thalia and I got into our fighting stances. I morphed my gun into twin blades, one Stygian iron, the other adamantine. Thalia traded her bow out for her shield, Aegis, and her spear.

"Begin!" Chiron yelled, looking uneasy. Thalia charged at me, thrusting her spear towards my ribs. I dodged, but she followed up with five lightning strikes aimed right at me. I dodged all but the last one, the internal damage done by Kronos taking its toll.

The lightning struck me, but I stayed standing and vapor travelled behind Thalia right as she tried to send her spear through me again. I slashed at her back, but she spun around and blocked the attack with her shield. Thalia and I exchanged blows with water and lightning, sword on spear and shield, for an hour before Thalia slammed her shield into me and I fell to the ground on my back, breathing heavily. The Hunter placed the tip of her spear at my throat, electricity crackling along the shaft and up her arm.

I raised my arms in surrender. "You win. I surrender to the gods." Thalia looked triumphant, and we both burst out laughing a couple of seconds later. That was the best fight I'd had since Lu- I cut that thought off.

The campers and Hunters looked confused, and after we calmed down, I said, "That was the best fight I've had in a while." Thalia smiled at me for a second before scowling and punching me in the stomach as hard as she could. I coughed, and blood came up.

Pain seemed to consume me. I kept coughing, and Thalia looked concerned. I rolled onto my side and groaned. The edges of my vision were blurring, and what I saw looked like black and white. It started to rain, but that didn't help. If anything, it made it worse. After another five minutes of coughing, of people surrounding me, of the Apollo campers trying to help me, my vision went black and I lost consciousness.

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Nico's POV

About three hours later I sat at Percy's bedside in the infirmary. Apparently he'd passed out from serious internal damage and head trauma. I didn't know where he'd gotten it, but it made me worry about how he'd been living for the past year.

I was about to get up and leave when I saw Percy moving and mumbling things I couldn't quite make out. A nightmare, I realized. Percy was having a nightmare. I sat back down and took his hand in mine. It was strange seeing Percy again after believing he was dead for a year. And he'd changed a lot too. He went from kind and warm to cold and calculating.

His eyes had changed to a darker shade of green, like the depths of the ocean. His hair was longer, down to his shoulders, and even more unruly than before. And his skin was marred with scars and almost paler than mine (if that's even possible). Even the way he dressed and walked was different.

Now he wore a MCR t-shirt (I love anyone who knows what that is), a black camo jacket over it, and fingerless gloves. He had light blue skinny jeans on and combat boots. And his walk. It was full of confidence. But not the good kind.

When he'd come back from his summons, he had a terrifying look on his face, cold and indifferent, the polar opposite of what he'd had before. I was worried about him, both mentally and physically. For now, though, I just hoped that he would help us, that he would come back to our side. That he would come back to me.

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So that's chapter one. I'm not sure when I'll update again, but please review and tell me how it was. Good? Bad? Okay? Give me requests for pairings or other things by PM or review and I'll do my best.

Dragneellover out!