I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it. So I pretended it didn't happen. But it did. In saving me from Medusa, the love of my life, Percy Jackson, was turned into gold. Yep, you heard right. Gold. The legend goes that there is a hero renown throughout the worlds. A hero that would sacrifice himself to save an innocent. A hero with strength, integrity, kindness, and a heart of gold. And it would be his undoing. It has become race against the clock. Once it starts to tick, we have little time to piece together the puzzle and find the elixer before the clock strikes and I lose him once more. This time, forever. DISCLAIMER: This is the disclaimer for the whole book. I don't own any Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus characters (If only!). Rick Riordan does (Lucky him!).

I took one last, longing glance at my former home over my shoulder. I wished I could stay, but what was there to stay for? Annabeth deserted me, my father hated me and the campers no longer knew me as the hero who saved Olympus twice. This is the end, I thought. Taking a deep breath and blinking back tears in my eyes, I stepped through the portal. 10 000 years later, Percy is Commander Epsilon, leader of the Elite team in Lord Chaos' army. With his warriors by his side, they are all forced to return to Camp-Half Blood to save the planet from the darkest force in all the known worlds. Can Percy forgive those who betrayed him in time to save Earth from Destruction? DISCLAIMER: This is the disclaimer for the whole book. I don't own any Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus characters (If only!). Rick Riordan does (Lucky him!). NOTE: This book was written before the House of Hades. Please forgive any mistakes made because of this. Try for a little imagination ;)