Re-write. Not much has changed, I am just reading back through my story so I can decide where to go from there. I will be doing this to the rest of the chapters before finally adding a new one to the story. Soooo surprise! I'm not dead!

Chapter One

The war had finally ended. Camp had all but been destroyed, and many had died in the great battle. But in the end, one hero had stood up and defeated Gaea, with the help of his father. That hero then went on to aid the camp in their repairs, he helped tend to the injured and weak. He helped the camp get back onto its feet yet again. This hero had been through two wars and had seen many horrors. Such horrors that no one his age should have to suffer through. But he remained a beacon of hope and happiness for the entire camp. However, the arrival of a new demigod at camp would bring an end to this hero's happiness.

The hero had been on patrol, the borders of camp had not been working as they should since the war. While on patrol, he had heard a distant rumble, coming from the trees, and listened as it came closer to camp. He tensed, waiting for monsters to appear, for yet another attack on his precious home to occur. Yet it never came, instead out came a skinny boy with a slight tan. His eyes were a sharp, but glowing blue and were filled with fear. His blond hair whipped across his face as he ran towards the camp, reminding the hero a little of his own unruly black hair.

It confused the hero, the boy sprinted as if his life depended on it, and yet no danger had entered the hero's vision. His eyes were filled with uncontrolled fear as his skinny form clamored its way up the hill, and that fear in his eyes caused the hero to tense up in preparation for some sort of attack. That's when they struck. Ten huge black dogs with blood red eyes snarled as they leapt out of the trees and raced for the boy. Their yellow teeth gleamed, showing razor-sharp edges, saliva dripping in pools from their maw. They focused in on the boy and attacked.

The boy had turned to look at his pursuers and froze in fear at the sight of the ginormous, growling dogs. The hero shouted, trying to warn the boy who stood still as a statue. The hero leapt into action, knowing the boy was in shock and would not fight back or be able to run the rest of the way. The hero reached into his pocket and pulled out a black pen that seemed to shimmer in the darkness. The boy had finally seemed to come out of his stupor and stared incredulously at the pen. Without a second glance at the boy he assumed was a demigod, the hero jumped. Putting himself between the boy and the ten black dogs that were getting closer by the second. The dogs stopped and snarled, examining their new prey. The hero smirked and uncapped the pen.

The hero attacked with the now glowing bronze sword. He ignored the sputtering from the boy behind him and began cutting down all the monsters in his path. He dodged, parried, and struck with grace like no other. Being the best swordsman in 300 years certainly helped in such a battle. Soon, there was nothing left but the sand the monsters had turned into following death. The sand was quickly whooshed away by the wind, leaving only him and the heaving demigod behind him.

He turned to the boy, ready to question him when the hero's mentor trotted up, asking what had happened. The hero began to tell the story of the new stranger but the boy interrupted him. The boy told the other man about how ten big dogs had ran from the woods and attacked, and how he defeated them using his powers, and how the hero had only just arrived. The mentor looked at his student for confirmation but was met with silence. The hero was shocked.

How could the demigod say that? It was not the truth, what reason did he have to lie? Was he really so shallow that he would lie to impress someone he had never even met before?

By then, the rest of the camp had gathered, hoping to see the demigod who had defeated ten hellhounds in his first battle. No sooner had everyone gathered did a glowing symbol appear above the boy's head, claiming him before he even entered the camp. But this is not what shocked the hero the most. What shocked him was the glowing green trident, the mark of Poseidon.

The weeks came and went. The hero had gotten to know his new brother, named Zack Harrison. The hero was not overly fond of the boy. He was seventeen, same age as the resident hero. But he behaved like a child. Every chance he had, he reprimanded the hero in front of his friends. Making him look weak, while making himself look superior. The hero was usually unaffected by this but was definitely irked when his new brother took an interest in the hero's girlfriend.

What shocked the hero was her mutual attraction. She had quickly left him at first chance. Running into the arms of his brother. They seemed to mock him, as did the others. He was ignored and shunned for his brother. He didn't care anymore. This was still his home, and he would be able to see his mother soon anyway for fall was almost upon them.

When time to leave camp finally did come around, the hero was much to happy to leave. No one said goodbye to him or wished him luck. Instead they crowded around his brother, praising him and wishing him a good year. The hero was deeply hurt by their betrayal, his fatal flaw cutting his heart to shreds. He would do anything for his friends, and they had turned their backs on him. It stung worse than any scorpion sting.

But what he saw once he arrived at home was much worse and would haunt him forever. His mother and Paul, both dead. Stab wounds fresh and blood caking the carpet. His brother, standing above them with a feral grin before disappearing in a puff of smoke. His eyes watered, and he cried out. He stayed that way for a long time, letting the tears fall. Then he was called to Olympus.

That was the day he was banished from everyone and everything he ever knew, that was the day he was accused of killing his mother and stepdad while his brother sneered in the background, watching it all unfold. That was the day Perseus Jackson was cast down from Olympus, seeing the looks of disgust on all of his old friends, the gods, and his father's faces.

Then he was simply, gone.