Chapter: 1, Mortal power.

After I was knocked out I was inside my mindscape and greeted by two figures, one in dark elemental armor, and one in black and red plated armor, as well as my father,

"Achillies," my Father spoke.

"Yes, Father" I responded.

"These are your ancestors, the one clad in shadows, is a man named, Sung Jin-Woo, and the other is Madara Uchiha. They have brought you here to teach you their ways."

"My predecessor you have the great Uchiha bloodline, and once you have released the Sharingan you will become even more powerful," explained Madara.

"And with my gift, you will be able to summon the warriors of the dead to fight by your side, among other skills," exclaimed Sung Jin-Woo.

"And once you have finished training, my weapons will reveal themselves to you, good luck son."

And with that my training began, throughout the 10 years of training only a small amount of time had passed on outside, I had gained poison immunity, stealth, inventory, bloodlust, longevity, sprint, perfect shot, shadow extract, shadow save, shadow exchange, the domain of the monarch, rulers authority, and mutilate from training with my blood father Sung Jin-Woo.

From Madara, I learned Ninjutsu, genjutsu, taijutsu, bukijutsu, fuinjutsu, hiden, juinjutsu, jujutsu, kenjutsu, kinjutsu, nintaijutsu, senjutsu, and shurikenjutsu they are powerful techniques all dead from the Shintoism pantheon. Luckily, my father taught me how to recall all of his weapons and Sung's and Madara's.

"So… This is it, huh, I'll never see you again," I spoke solemnly,

"Remember my son we will be watching, we are proud," Spoke my father proudly.

"Show them you're stronger than they could ever imagine!" Shouted a smiling Madara.

"You will be in my shadows care, be safe my son," Spoke a happy Sung.

"Goodbye, my family," I said as they faded and I awoke from my slumber.

"Fuck, where am I?" I mumbled, I looked up to see Grover standing on the porch leaning against the railing,

"You're awake, I'm surprised a true-sighted mortal can hold his own," he said as I began to drink the nectar on the table beside me, looking to my left I saw Percy coming to.

"Grover, where's my bag?"

"Oh, it's over here," he said grabbing the bag and struggling to pull it to me.

"Good," I stated.

"What's in it? We couldn't open it, so we never found out," Grover asked inquiringly.

"Precautions against the beasts that hunted me before I covered my scent," I explained as I unlocked the bag and showed him a .600 nitro express zeliska revolver.

"I use a modified 600 nitro express stygian iron jacket 1500 grain bullet for my zeliska revolver, I use it when I'm in large crowds of humans, or one on one fights with monsters" Grover paled the moment I showed him my gun, he then smiled nervously and started talking to Percy while I continued with my thoughts until I was interrupted by Percy.

"Hey, Ace."

"Yes?"

"I wanna say, thank you, for helping me," he said solemnly,

"Don't worry about it," I replied, but as I finished he gave me the second horn that I kicked off, I tried to walk but fell again, so in turn, I summoned the Leviathan Axe from its frozen throne on the peak of Mount Everest. The distant sound of swinging metal slowly got louder and louder, until it slammed itself into the ground next to me, I used it to help myself up, and as I lay my hand upon its handle, I was filled with energy. I lifted myself and equipped it upon my back, using a metal symbol, Ω. I looked to Percy and Grover as they stood there in shock,

"I'll wait for you outside," I said as I walked out the door. After about five minutes they came out of what seemed like the infirmary. Walking around I saw many children ages ranging from five years and over, all of their scents reveal God's blood within them. I could see kids running around the 12 cabins dotted around. We had made it down to the end of the porch, two men sat across from each other at a card table. Father had taught me this game, pinochle, there was also a blonde girl around Percy's age with Californian tan leaning on the porch watching the two men play.

The man facing me was small, but porky. He had a red nose, big watery eyes, curly raven hair, and wore a tiger-pattern Hawaiian shirt.

"That's Mr. D," Grover murmured to Percy. "He's the camp director. Be polite. The girl, that's Annabeth Chase. She's just a camper, but she's been here longer than just about anybody. And you already know Chiron… ." The individual Grover named had a tweed jacket, thinning brown hair, a scraggly beard, and was sitting in a wheelchair, Ironic really, a centaur in a wheelchair.

"Mr. Brunner!" Percy cried. The Latin teacher turned and smiled at him. His eyes had a mischievous nature in his eyes as if he tricked someone into doing something better for themselves.

"Ah, good, Percy," he said. "Now we have four for pinochle." he spoke smiling, "What might your name be?"

"Achilles Uchiha, sir," I replied.

"Lovely," he said. He offered Percy a chair to the right of Mr. D, who looked at him with bloodshot eyes and heaved a great sigh.

"Oh, I suppose I must say it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. There. Now, don't expect me to be glad to see you."

'Oh, a god, didn't expect a god to be mingling with mortals,'

"Uh, thanks." Percy scooted a little farther away from him.

"Annabeth?" Mr. Brunner called to the blond girl. She came forward and Mr. Brunner introduced us. "This young lady nursed the two of you back to health, Percy, Ace. Annabeth, my dear, why don't you check on Percy's bunk? We'll be putting him in cabin eleven for now."

Annabeth said, "Sure, Chiron," she responded."You drool when you sleep." Exclaimed Annabeth then she sprinted off down the lawn, her blond hair flying behind her.

"So," Percy said, anxious to change the subject. "You, uh, work here, Mr. Brunner?"

"Not Mr. Brunner," Chiron said. "I'm afraid that was a pseudonym. You may call me Chiron."

"Okay," he said totally confused, he looked at the director. "And Mr. D … does that stand for something?" Mr. D stopped shuffling the cards. He looked at Percy like he'd just belched loudly.

"Young man, names are powerful things. You don't just go around using them for no reason."

"Oh. Right. Sorry." he replied.

"Cut the shit, Dionysus, you just hate demigods," I announced irritated.

"It seems we have an intelligent one among our ranks, what was it that gave me away," he asked intrigued.

"You smell of wine and grapes, no one smells like grapes and power… unless you're a god."

"Very interesting… Your name?"

"Achilles Uchiha."

"Very well, 'Achilles', I will be watching you closely."

After that they all played pinochle and talked, I came only second to Chiron, although I beat Dionysus, he just huffed and said "I'm tired". "I believe I'll take a nap before the sing-along tonight. But first, Grover, we need to talk, again, about your less-than-perfect performance on this assignment." Grover's face beaded with sweat.

"Y-yes, sir." Mr. D turned to Percy and me.

"Cabin eleven, Percy Jackson, Achilles Uchiha. And mind your manners." He swept into the farmhouse, Grover following miserably. "Will Grover be okay?" Percy asked Chiron. Chiron nodded, though he looked a bit troubled.

"Old Dionysus isn't really mad. He just hates his job. He's been … ah, grounded, I guess you would say, and he can't stand waiting another century before he's allowed to go back to Olympus."

"Mount Olympus," Percy said. "You're telling me there really is a palace there?"

"Well now, there's Mount Olympus in Greece. And then there's the home of the gods, the convergence point of their powers, which did indeed used to be on Mount Olympus. It's still called Mount Olympus, out of respect to the old ways, but the palace moves, Percy, just as the gods do."

"You mean the Greek gods are here? Like … in America?"

"Well, certainly. The gods move with the heart of the West."

"The what?"

"Come now, Percy. What you call 'Western civilization.' Do you think it's just an abstract concept? No, it's a living force. A collective consciousness that has burned bright for thousands of years. The gods are part of it. You might even say they are the source of it, or at least, they are tied so tightly to it that they couldn't possibly fade, not unless all of the Western civilization was obliterated. The fire started in Greece. Then, as you well know-or as I hope you know, since you passed my course-the heart of the fire moved to Rome, and so did the gods. Oh, different names, perhaps Jupiter for Zeus, Venus for Aphrodite, and so on-but the same forces, the same gods."

"And then they died."

"Died? No. Did the West die? The gods simply moved, to Germany, to France, to Spain, for a while. Wherever the flame was brightest, the gods were there. They spent several centuries in England. All you need to do is look at the architecture. People do not forget the gods. Every place they've ruled, for the last three thousand years, you can see them in paintings, in statues, on the most important buildings. And yes, Percy, of course, they are now in your United States. Look at your symbol, the eagle of Zeus. Look at the statue of Prometheus in Rockefeller Center, and the Greek facades of your government buildings in Washington. I defy you to find any American city where the Olympians are not prominently displayed in multiple places. Like it or not and believe me, plenty of people weren't very fond of Rome, either America is now the heart of the flame. It is the great power of the West. And so Olympus is here. And we are here." Percy looked ike he was going to overload with the information.

"Who are you, Chiron? Who … who am I?"

"Who are you?" he mused. "Well, that's the question we all want to be answered, isn't it? But for now, we should get you a bunk in cabin eleven. There will be new friends to meet. And plenty of time for lessons tomorrow. Besides, there will be s'mores at the campfire tonight, and I simply adore chocolate."

And then Chiron rose from his wheelchair in a royal fashion showing off his white silk hair.

"And from the ashes rose a phoenix," I mumbled under my breath

"What a relief," the centaur said. "I'd been cooped up in there so long, my fetlocks had fallen asleep. Now, come Percy Jackson, Achilles Uchiha. Let's meet the other campers."