It didn't take much to know the world was ending. Loki had conquered New York, spreading mass panic as he expanded, with the help of his mind controlled slaves, The Avengers themselves. The entire European area was cut off, people who went in there either went crazy, blabbering about magic and death, or didn't come out at all. Something was stirring in Maine, and causal two day visits to the northern area, became missing person posters in the newspaper.

Not to mention the three meteors that crashed into a hill in Long Island sound. Yeah that was the give away. That is, if the people who'd seen it, hadn't already known.

And trust me: They knew.

Something about the whole merciless, monster invaders, immortal attack on their home, ticked them off. And then if not that, wanted posters that painted the outside world. And if it still hadn't sunk in, the exploding pineapple was probably the biggest hint.

Yes, the pineapple.

Only Gods know why, this mysterious force decided to blow a crater in the center of the camp using a fruit. Gods are weird like that. They were lucky to be alive.

Or maybe the dead ones were lucky to be dead.

Point is, the world was ending and Travis, Connor, and Nico, were in for a rude awakening when they fought their way back to home base.

Well what was left of Travis, Connor, and Nico, reached what was left of Camp Half Blood.

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For a world where anything can happen, it had seen some strange things.  But for the couple that stood over the sick bay mattress, this boy beat everything. Th elephant, the bear, it was kinda just a blur considering all it took was a hard hit to his head to take him out.

A teenage boy carrying the cursed kid while trying to fight an army.

And the kid almost won.

He had a strange complexion, with dark hair and a rounded face. Not something commonly found in this kingdom. Or any other kingdom. And the cursed kid, was familiar in looks, though neither of the couple could pinpoint exactly how.

Every so often the boy was groan and mumble something about Hazel. his face was frowning even in his sleep, as if he was troubled by millions of things. But it was only when the boy began to jerk and yell in his unconsciousness that the Prince and Princess were summoned. And it wasn't until the boy julted awake sweating and screaming did they realize that something worse was happening in Storybrooke.

It wasn't until Frank was nearly snatched right back out the window of the castle, that Prince Philip and Princess Aurora have to worry about the flying Monkeys again.

It wasn't until Frank woke up that he learned he wasn't in the USA, or Canada, or Earth for that matter anymore.

He was in the Enchanted Forest. And outside the castle was an entire legion of mutated monkeys waiting to destroy him. And possibly as many castle staff, too.

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He'd died once, but he wasn't sure he was ready to do it again. Especially not here.

Not in this dark vast plain. Not on the outskirts of the black sand dessert. Not a the claws of the vicious red eyed monsters looming about. Not when his little sister was almost dead herself.

He made a promise years ago, it was time he fulfilled it.

He wasn't going to let Annabeth die. She was going to make it back to the world, out of the Void. She was going to make it back to Percy with her soul intact. Even if it costed him everything.

Luke held her closer to his chest.

He was weapon-less, he had no means of protecting himself. He was lost, he didn't know where to begin. He was unprepared, he had no idea what survival was going to cost.

But he wasn't hopeless. No, Luke Castellan had more hope than he'd ever had.

But the Void was designed to suck hope away...

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He paced the cell clenching his hands into fists shaking. His ears still rang with the horrible laughter. The last question weighed on his shoulders like the weight of the world.

The bars were fortified metal. Thick, heavy metal. And he was weapon-less.

His eyes flickered to the far corner, were a figured was curled into a ball, her frizzy brown hair laying peacefully around her.

Even if he could break out, he couldn't leave Hazel. He couldn't leave anyone. He thought of Piper back at home, he prayed to every God he knew, Greek and Roman, and maybe some Egyptian too, though he had no idea where that came from, that she was okay. And alive.

He didn't know what he'd do with himself if she got hurt.

Hazel was one of his best friends. So were the rest of the seven.

He wasn't about to lose them all to a sick, minded primordial.

"Who's going to stop me?"

Jason Grace gritted his teeth.

"I am."

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He stood in front of his troops, feeling something wrong.

Something very wrong.

Omega positioned his troops, his voice loud and commanding. He worked them hard. Almost to death, hard.

He didn't accept slackers.

Or did he?

Who was Omega?

Where was he?

All at once the brave, strong, commander of Chaos's Army, collapsed.

Visions and voices spun through his head, dizziness weld up inside of him. He was Percy Jackson. No he was Omega. Percy Jackson savoir of Olympus. Omega protector of the universe. Percy Jackson champion of the gods. Omega heir to Chaos.

Percy Jackson in love with Annabeth Chase.

Omega...

Percy Jackson in love with the dead Annabeth Chase.

He felt and wrap around him, the familiar face of Calypso and the glazed eyes of Leo staring at him. Leo was under the Charmspeak influence. He didn't know what he was doing. Calypso was in control.

She was going to brain wash him.

He fight against her grip. But he was too late, her words were sinking into his brain shoving Percy Jackson to the back. Omega re-bloosomed.

Omega straightened shaking his head only slightly. He nodded the medics off, the names of who he couldn't remember at the second. Not that it mattered. He really didn't care about medics unless his men were hurt.

He shouted more drills for his men, working them harder now. But in the dark corners of his mind Percy Jackson floated, anger bubbling. He waited, prying on time, reserving his energy for his next attempt, the one when Calypso was too far away to stop him....

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Trivia Time!

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Who guarded the doors of death in House of Hades?

Again I haven't read the Blood of Olympus, so this does not go with that plot line. This is a Sequel, so I'd you haven't read my other book Find Me, please go do that. This literally won't make any sense if you don't.

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