The Alternate Timeline



''The alternate timeline: Luke Castellan, former host to Kronos, managed to live after he stabbed himself, however he has not shown himself to his friends. Everyone knows that Piper’s father is the all-famous Tristan McLean, Jason still hasn’t regained his memory, and Leo sees a strange girl when they reach the ‘Grand Canyon’. Story begins at Camp Half-Blood, then switching into the alternate story plot of The Lost Hero. ** Spoilers to the first book of Heroes of Olympus! **''

Chapter One: First Quest in Years... Yippe
“We have no more time,” Chiron said gravely.

“No, we do! There’s still two hours!” Annabeth insisted.

“But that’s not long enough to find her. We must get her to Camp in those two hours, and who knows where she is?”

Annabeth frowned, then saw an image materialize in the water fountain. “Gleeson?” Chiron asked, facing the image, famously known as the Iris message. “There’s some unaccounted company here,” Gleeson Hedge stated in a low whisper. He swallowed, then continued with, “Need reinforcements. I’ve never seen a half-blood like this. She’s nothing close to Greek, and bears a similar amnesia to another half-blood in the Wilderness school.” Behind Gleeson, someone threw a paper airplane. “Hey! Keep it down, you runts!” he shouted, then turned back to the Iris message. “I have to go. Permission to recruit this half-blood, Chiron?” he asked. Chiron nodded gruffly, then added, “And also bring the other two Greek half-bloods.” Gleeson responded with a nod, then waved his hand in front of the message and disconnected their message.

“You heard what Gleeson said,” Chiron smiled at Annabeth, “he needs reinforcements.”

“So… quest?” Annabeth asked to be sure.

“Indeed it is. Get Butch and the chariots; Gleeson and the demigods are at the Grand Canyon. A thousand wishes you will be safe, Annabeth.” The blonde nodded vigorously as she rushed into the stables, where she normally found Butch. “Get the chariots ready, we have a quest.” Butch raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?! Butch shouted, scaring the pegasi. This would have been the happiest day of his life, if it wasn’t for Annabeth’s cold glare. “Just get the chariots ready. I’m going to ask Clarisse to sharpen my knife.” Butch rolled his eyes. Well that was nice, he thought, drawing the pegasi to the chariots.

Once he got the pegasi to settle down, Annabeth walked in, her knife sheathed. “Okay, let’s go,” she mumbled, “I hope she wasn’t tricking me…”