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 ;)

[Edited-ish] Epsilon, champion of Chaos, leader of the Elite Team. His past, it's almost deafening. He thinks he has no heart, no soul, a broken soldier. But, there's something, a light in the darkness, shining through the gloom of his life. He just has to reach for it, and grab. It's been five hundred years since his betrayal and only on that fateful day, did the Fates decide it was time to go back to Earth. Hidden behind his hood, Epsilon is no more than a puppy in denial, but this pup has teeth and claws, and he can tear you limb from limb. All characters belong to Rick Riordan. Please do not request a certain pairing. Please do not steal my work. Not all details were my ideas.

A complete fantasy book. Technically ... a weird western. Gunslingers, hex witches, dogmen, minotaur, trains that run further than you can imagine ... Mikeos Jones is a gunslinger, faster than thinking, part of the gunlaw, a man who can seldom afford the luxury of looking past the end of any given day. Jenna Crossard is a hex-witch, but her ambitions are larger than spells and charms - the need to understand the world consumes her. They say the gunlaw keeps men safe from the endless horror of the sect, but to Jenna it's a cage and she wants out. If that means breaking open the world and killing a few gods ... so be it.