This is a redo of my first story. Enjoy!

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Chapter 1

In Greek mythology, heroes always have a tragic ending. Children of the gods are called to fight for the gods and most of the time die in the process. Sure they get their story told for generations to come but they themselves almost never get their promised happy ending. I thought, for a long time that my story would be different then the rest of them. I would complete my quests for the gods, defeat their enemies, marry my love, live to be old and die a happy old man.

My name is Perseus Achilles Jackson, I am the demigod son of Poseidon, god of the seas. I completed dozens of quests, defeated gods, titans, and giants alike. I was the champion of Olympus. I was deeply in love with a girl, and I knew she loved me just as intensely. Annabeth, her name was Annabeth Chase, she was the daughter of Athena, the wisdom goddess. She was perfection in both her physical state, and her mental being. Her hair was California blonde her eyes were thundercloud gray they screamed intelligence.

We went through so much together. From fighting countless monsters, to war gods, the underworld, and even hell itself, Tartarus. That place is where my worst experiences came from. The scars from our time there will never go, they will be a reminder of my time in hell. But we made it out of there. When we opened the doors of death, we were greeted with the worried faces of our friends. The doors opened not to the house of Hades like we thought, but at the foot of Mt. Olympus. I turned to the right to see nico the son Hades." Percy, Annabeth; thank the gods you're OK." he said with a sigh of relief. He handed me and Annabeth some ambrosia to heal our cuts and bruises. After I healed a bit, I stood to see the armies of gaia. I saw the giants on the vanguard. To their backs stood the hordes of Mother Earth, monsters of every kind flocked to this one spot.

I looked to our forces, 400 Greek and Roman demigods ready to fight the seemingly endless army of the Giants. The gods were also present, their armor shining with a godly glow. I looked down at the ground, mentally preparing myself for this battle. I looked up, drawing riptide, the blade glowing in the sun, I raised my sword in the air. The ares cabin started beating on their shields, a slow, intimidating beat that spread to every demigod on the field, until all of them were doing it. Across no mans land, the monsters appeared to be shaking, a rustling through the mass. Only the giants seem to be still, barking orders to the monsters trying to get them to stop.

I started walking, slowly moving to the enemy, my friends, family, and allies behind me, walking with me. I started to speed up, a fast jog, then to a all out sprint our

battle-cries being screamed to the horde. The monsters counter charged running, or in most cases slithering to us. The gods are with us, this will be a great battle it would be glorious.