This is for anyone new who's just joining the series and is too lazy to read the other stories. If you've read the Prison of the Gods and up, or Sins of the Fathers and up, you can go ahead and skip this chapter.

On the other hand, it's an interesting way to summarize, so you might want to take a look. This takes place after Shame of Olympus but before Colors of War.

Cynthia Jones opened up to the next page of her Olympian History textbook. She had a big test coming up on the last few chapters of this book, and she was still just finishing reading about the story of Percy Jackson and his role in the Second Titan War.

That was the war he fought in, right? There were so many wars in this textbook it was hard to keep track of them all. It wasn't that her teacher, Mr. Riordan was bad or boring, she just didn't pay attention in class.

What mattered about Olympian History anyway? Just a bunch of stuff that had happened in the past. It was over, it had already happened. Why dwell on it? She felt the same way about her Mortal History class. "Those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it." What the heck was that supposed to mean.

She sighed. Whether she liked it or not, she had a test coming up on this stuff, so she might as well read it. Where was she in this chapter? She scanned the page for where she'd left off, and continued reading.

But in the final moments of the duel between Perseus Jackson and the Titan king Kronos, Annabeth Chase, a close friend of Perseus attacked and betrayed him.

Cynthia had to stop there. Annabeth Chase had been in a lot of the more recent chapters of the textbook, and she'd been a constant companion to Perseus. Heck, the son of Poseidon had held up the sky for her.

Perseus was saved by his father Poseidon, who sent him to Ogygia moments before the Titans took over the Earth. While he recovered with aid from Calypso, the Titans took over much of the world, destroyed the Mist, enslaved mortals, and hunted many of the remaining demigods.

Perseus eventually returned to the world at large, and although weak and still mourning the loss of his friendship with Annabeth, he managed to regain his invulnerability and free several of the imprisoned Olympians from Tartarus.

The return of Perseus, and his success in Tartarus, encouraged Annabeth Chase to seek redemption and she converted to the side of a rebellion spearheaded by Athena herself. Later, Annabeth convinced Luke Castellan, the Son of Hermes who'd hosted Kronos, to join the side of the gods as well.

Evading capture by Kronos and receiving secret help from Chase along the way, Perseus freed the remaining gods and reached the secret lair of Athena's rebellion deep beneath the ocean. There, Perseus received to the powers of the Olympians who were too weak to combat Kronos.

As the Army of Kronos descended on the rebellion's hideaway, Typhon's Prison, Perseus and Kronos dueled once more in a fierce rematch for the fate of the world. Eventually, the fight ended in victory for Jackson when he tried to sacrifice himself to protect Annabeth Chase and Luke Castellan.

A time of unrest that has yet to truly pass settled in as the mortal world and the world of Olympus mixed and tried to coexist.

Cynthia shook her head. That was the understatement of all time. The human/demigod prejudice was something akin to that of the white/black relation of a segregated America. Cynthia was inclined to go along with public opinion.

What good were demigods for really anyway? All they did was bring their wars, their monsters, and their rampant destruction to everything they touched. They weren't normal, and the textbooks proved it. What normal sixteen year old fought a Titan to the death? Demigods were thrill-seeking, power crazed outcasts, not selfless heroes who defended the masses.

Still, she kept reading.

This unrest may have reached its peak during the Seven Half-Blood War, when humanity took up arms against Olympians on several fronts. The very nerve of this attack angered the gods to the point that they voted (albeit very dividedly) to exterminate all of humanity.

The Seven Half-Bloods intervened however. They promised to stop the mortal forces from ever reaching Olympus. In exchange for this and assurance that there would be no future attacks, the Olympians held back their wrath. But only if the Half-Bloods could stop the mortals in time.

In the ensuing series of conflicts, the Seven discovered the existence of The Pit, a group of Half-Bloods who had sided with Kronos during the war and had not converted back following the victory of Perseus Jackson.

It was The Pit who'd lured the armies of humanity into conflict with Olympus, all part of a grand scheme to bring the gods crumbling down.

The Seven were forced to wage war on two fronts: One against their ordinary human enemies and one against the new threat posed by the Pit. Despite their best efforts, the Seven did not come out unscathed.

Both Annabeth Jackson and Luke Castellan perished in the conflict. Nico di Angelo, a son of Hades, and Thalia Grace, a Hunter of Artemis and a daughter of Zeus, were both heartbroken at the loss of their two friends, and in an attempt to comfort one another, spent the night in di Angelo's cabin.

Perseus Jackson went missing, traveling the country as a lost wanderer for some time before finally returning to camp as a broken shell of a man.

That raised Cynthia's brow. Half-bloods fought humanity…in order to save humanity? The Seven Half-Blood War had been covered back when she was in elementary school, but it hadn't mentioned that. It brought to question what else she'd been taught had been smudged.

Too much of that war just seemed stupid. Mortal men attacking gods, gods threatening to eradicate every last human, demigods going against gods, mortals, and themselves? It all seemed like a big joke, a misunderstanding.

Something about reading this, the modern tales of modern demigods as opposed to those of Ancient Greece, it was stirring something inside Cynthia. Some feeling she'd never quite felt before. Something about their experiences just seemed…familiar. Come to think of it, all of these stories were pretty interesting. They'd be even more interesting if her damn dyslexia wasn't acting up again.

Shortly after, Perseus fell victim to his own depression and was unable to best the Minotaur in combat, and he died, joining his wife Annabeth in Elysium.

Not long after, Nico di Angelo was reunited with Thalia Grace and a daughter he and Thalia shared, Alexandria di Angelo. Thalia revealed the latest Great Prophecy to Nico and how he may be instrumental in its fulfillment. Nico agreed to go on a quest to resurrect both Perseus and Annabeth, so that they could raise their then unborn child.

Complications ensued when the Pit intervened with intent to either kill or convert the young Alex. Nico and Thalia managed to save their daughter and transfer the power of Hades into Nico, allowing him to resurrect the Jacksons.

Nine months later, Jacob L. Jackson, a demigod possessing the power of both Athena and Poseidon.

Jacob Jackson. That was a name that came up a lot these days. One of the supreme commander of Allied Forces in the war against Urunos. A war, Cynthia heard, that was coming ever closer to her own home town. Some people had already evacuated.

She'd seen pictures of him on the news, footage of him commanding forty foot walls of water with force of will, read manuscripts of media interviews with him. He was a celebrity. No longer a hated outcast, but a demigod working with human forces to save the world. If only more of his kind could follow his example…

When he turned ten, Jacob Jackson joined Alex di Angelo at Camp Half-Blood to train. Early on however, Jacob got his first quest when the Pit attacked the camp and kidnapped both his parents in a scheme to free the ancient god Urunos.

Despite a sizeable group of half-bloods, Jacob and his party were unable to stop the much lagrer force of the Pit from freeing Urunos.

Urunos went on a brief rampage until stopped by the Pit, who brought the god back to their base in an attempt to control him and use him as a weapon. This plan backfired, and Urunos began to take control of the Pit through possession. Once all the Pit was under his control, Urunos began a march of destruction against Camp Half-Blood, claiming millions of human lives who were kidnapped, possessed, and turned into Embers, the shock troops of Urunos.

In a final stand, the campers, Hunters, gods, United States military, and even the Titan king were only just enough to push to back Urunos and weaken him. The war against Urunos continues to wage, with many countries falling to the overwhelming numbers of Urunos's army and joining his ranks.

Australia, Asia, Africa, South America, all fell in Urunos's methodical butcher of civilization. Europe and North America are also largely engulfed, what remains of a resistance being pushed in a smaller and smaller area. No one knows who will emerge victorious in this final conflict.

Why don't you join the fight Cynthia?

Cynthia's eyes widened at the last sentence. Not only could she read it perfectly clear, but it had appeared on the page just a second ago. Almost as if the book was talking to her.

It is.

Cynthia gasped and dropped the possessed book. "Okay, take it easy. This isn't happening…just need to take a break. I've been studying too hard…yeah that's it…"

Cynthia's friend Derik looked at her quizzically. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah…I think so anyway," she replied.

But Cynthia's friend had stopped paying attention. Now he was looking at something above her head.

"What?" she asked. "What is it?"

She looked above her head just in time to see a strange, hologram like caduceus fade away. Magic books, holograms…was she a—

Her train of thought was interrupted as a blonde-haired boy, sporting full battle armor, crashed through the wall of the library where Cynthia and Derik had been studying. In his hand was a Celestial bronze sword with blue gems embedded in the tip and at the base of the blade.

Jacob Jackson stood up, dusted himself out, and leapt back out of the hole in the wall into the fray Cynthia could now clearly hear going on outside. Gunshots were going off like crazy, there were moans and wails and explosions, the sound of arrows whizzing through the air, people shouted and screaming and running.

"Oh…crap," Cynthia muttered, seeing all the chaos.

Now that that's out of the way, let's get on with the rest of these things.