A one-shot that could potentially be something more than that. If people like it, that is.

This story is a challenge by a friend of mine.

I'll go on and say it now; there will be elements of the new God Of War game, it could be big or small, and could be a bit spoilery, depends on how much inspiration I took out of it really. So, be wary of that.

The timeline of this chapter is a couple of months before the first book of the PJO series, in case anyone's wondering.

Questions for the story can either be asked by review or messaging, and I'll try to reply shortly.

Anyways, let's get this show on the road.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or PJO. Each series belong to their Masashi Kishimoto, and Rick Roridan respectively.

Enjoy, chapter 1 of,

THE JOURNEY

To say that Sam Greenwood was having a bad day was an understatement.

It was his second time being sent out of camp, like all Satyrs his duty was to find and escort demigods back to the safety of the sanctuary that was run by Mister D. But everyone knew that Chiron was really the one managing it.

His first time recovering a demigod went along smoothly as it could, sure they encountered a few monsters here and there, but they had managed to avoid it, and were back in camp in no time.

However, it seemed that the Fates, with how cruel they were, decided that his second venture into the outside world would not go as well as he hoped it would be, not at all.

Which was why he was currently into one of the most troublesome situations any Satyr not in his place are glad to be.

"Why do they keep on following us!?" A boy, no older than ten asked Sam. The Satyr looked down to meet a pair of blue eyes filled with fear and terror that matched his own. True to the little boy's word, the moment they had managed to get out of the city, Sam had ditched his disguise which were just plain shoes that an average Joe could wear, and led his escort straight to the woods so they could make it to camp in no time.

Unfortunately for them, hellhounds, numerous in numbers took notice of the kid's scent and decided that they were their dinner for tonight, before chasing them into the woods, feasting after their would-be prey. To add more complications, a cyclops had also gained notice of the chase and joined in, gleefully muttering about demigod and goat food that made Sam sick to his stomach.

Just thinking about him made him-

"Urk!" The Satyr gagged as he ran with the small demigod, clutching his stomach while he clamped his mouth in an attempt to stop the sounds from coming out. Thankfully his companion hadn't noticed, or rather; opted to ignore it, focusing on not tripping on any well-placed branch or twig since the darkness that would accompany the canopy of trees during the night didn't help them in a long run.

"I'm scared, Sam!" His friend-Henry-a little demigod cried out in fear while they ran, his voice whimpering and cracking as the sounds of howls coming from the beasts behind them got closer and louder.

"J-Just stay calm! We can get through this!" The Satyr assured him hastily. An ironic statement since Sam, himself, was also panicking at the current predicament they are experiencing right now. In his defense, it was really hard to rationalize when murderous dogs and a giant lug of skin and meat was chasing after you.

Acting quickly, Sam grabbed Henry's hand and scrambled towards the side when they almost came in contact with a tree that was sat in the middle. He crouched down, his palms sweaty, as he clamped a hand over a startled Henry's mouth in an effort to silence him. He slowly composed himself, trying to think of a way out of the situation while he had the time to do so.

Both slumped down toward the base of the tee to help hide themselves from the danger, but it could only do so much.

They couldn't fight back, since Sam didn't know how to really fight due to his lanky nature, and Henry was too young to even throw a good punch that would most likely damage him than the monsters that was hunting them down.

His second option was to hide, which, by how the hellhounds were acting, was working. But he knew that it would only be a matter of time before they would eventually find out that where they we're hiding from.

And finally, his last act of desperation was running away with Henry, since both knew that they couldn't match the creatures with their fists and both didn't want to end up in either menu of hellhoud or cyclops; the Satyr considered running away the most valuable action as of now.

Sam took a chance, then glanced from his spot behind the tree slowly. A muffled bleat escaped his lips when he saw a hellhound close to them, its beady eyes stuck to the ground, as did its lips while it sniffed the air around it, before growling and wondering away from their area.

The Satyr eased up a little, only to stiffen and go rigid when another growl, different from the last hit his ears. He grabbed a hold of the demigod with him, making sure the boy didn't make a sound, as the creature of the Underworld stalked to their tree.

The creature growled as it approached. The sound of its paws as they struck the ground were like booms of thunder from an angry Zeus, something that absolutely terrified Sam ever since he was a young goat.

Sam held Henry tight, who also had the look of absolute terror, and his eyes screwed shut and he held his breath. Praying to the Gods to give them a chance of survival.

Then, something happened.

A roar of anger, one with pain and ferocity, was heard though out the entire area, and the Satyr and demigod felt the cyclops that followed them step back with a shout.

Sam peeked from his and Henry's hiding spot to see what had occurred to make such a dangerous monster give out an agonized roar. His eyes considerably widened when he caught glimpse of a wooden battle axe lodged into the arm of the hulking cyclops.

It also seemed to catch the hellhound's attention and it snapped its snout back and looked behind it in confusion as it growled.

The axe impaled on the cyclops' arm started to glow, before it flew back into the direction it was thrown, disappearing into the woods.

The cyclops growled as it nursed its injured arm that had a nasty gash on the forearm, its lone eye showing anger at getting hit by something unexpected as a flying axe.

The hellhound near them shrugged off whatever happened before resuming its tracking of its dinner, which was right next to it. It growled menacingly, as Sam and Henry backed up to the edge while the creature started to approach nearer and nearer.

Only for the same axe to impale it on the head, pinning it on the tree with a 'thunk'.

The two gave off startled, but muffled yelps when they saw this, watching in disbelief as the hellhound started to crumble to dust in a matter of seconds, before it became to nothing, leaving a small pelt of fur as a reward, while the axe remained impaled on the bark of the tree.

Sam's ear twitched.

"… Did you hear something?" He asked.

Henry looked at the Satyr weirdly before shaking his head.

The goat-boy looked up and around in confusion, his eyes scanning the trees. "I could have sworn-"

"… Out. Of. My. FOREST!"

And a blur came crashing down on the cyclops.

A big 'thud' sounded off as the creature impacted the ground. Sam cautiously peeked from the tree once more, to see whatever had managed to actually knock down a cyclops to the ground without so much effort.

Surprise was the first thing he felt.

On top of the cyclops, was a young boy; that, if Sam were to guess, about in his pre-teen years judging by the face. His hair was wild and untamed, yet it also held a vibrant yellow color that was a contrast to the brown, green, and black that the Satyr was surrounded with. Three sets of marks were on each of his cheek, giving the boy a fox-like appearance to anyone that would look at him.

The young boy's attire consisted of an orange shirt that had seen better days. Scratches, dirt, and tears were seen along the edges of the fabric that looked like it could barely hold together at some areas. While the boy's pants were simple shorts that covered up to his knees, his feet protected by a pair of boots that looked to be in the same state as his shirt.

A thick leather pauldron was strapped to the boy's left shoulder, which covered a quarter of his back and held in place by a thick belt strap, all of which seemed to look like they were crafted by hand and made by the kid himself, if by the messy handicraft was to go by.

Seriously, how long was this kid in the woods?

Sam was snapped out of his daze when he saw the whiskered youth go ham on the cyclops' chest, constantly pounding it with his fists which looked like it was doing a bit of damage to the giant.

Howls and growls were cried by the hellhounds who were all snarling at the young newcomer, their positions backed and looked ready to attack at any moment's notice.

One eventually did, snapping at an instant and charging at the whiskered boy with its maw open to bite the boy.

Sam was about to yell to the whiskered kid as to warn him. But as soon as he opened his mouth, the axe on the tree glowed once more, and flew into the young blonde's outstretched just fast enough for him to swing the battle axe underhand, sending the hellhound flying back into the bushes.

The other hellhounds reacted to their brethren's attack and ran to the boy with growls. The blonde retaliated, and kicked one that charged forward, and evaded another one that attacked from the side. His axe glowed, and he hurled it at the same hellhound that attacked him on the front.

The Satyr watched in awe and slight fear as the battle axe impaled the creature of the Underworld right in the snout, before it started to freeze, ice covering its fur and body as it stood still.

The young blonde delivered a powerful elbow to a hellhound that tried to tackle him from behind, sending it down to the ground in a matter of seconds. He held out his hand, and the axe glowed before flying back from its last victim, which by now, had disintegrated into dust.

He jumped down from the stunned cyclops and beheaded the downed creature below him, before he threw the axe again to an awaiting hellhound with its mouth open, splitting its snout and skull as it joined its brothers back in the Underworld, the axe embedded into the ground after that.

The youth looked around for a second, only to give a startled cry when a hellhound tackled him from the bushes.

The creature pinned him to the ground, trapping him beneath it, while it towered over the boy due to its large size. He edged his face away from the snapping jaws of the predator, as the hellhound barked and snarled at him. Quickly grabbing hold of the two parts of its mouth, with a roar, the whiskered blonde tore its mouth wide open with his bare hands, panting as the hellhound crumbled into dust.

The boy stood up shortly after, his chest heaving ever so slightly as he watched the creature be replaced with a pelt of fur.

Just as he was about to walk away, a loud roar from behind alerted him.

"You pay for that!" The cyclops from before roared with an angry visage on its face, standing up to its full height, which massively towered over the youth.

The boy glared back with as much ferocity and called upon his axe once more.

Then they charged at each other.

The blonde rolled out of the way when the goliath reared its fist back and brought it down on the ground, creating a dent on the dirt as it swung it from left to right in an attempt to hit its prey. The blonde didn't allow that, and ran towards the back, and swung his axe at its calf. The cyclops responding with a pained roar.

It turned around and swiped at the blonde with its hand. The boy jumped at the attack, before adding extra force as he swung his axe, striking it at the joints between the hand, and the creature's forearm.

"Bad meat! That hurt!"

The cyclops brought its other fist over its head and brought it down. The youth took the advantage and quickly ran up its arm and jumped, jutting out his knee and hitting the giant in the nose. It roared, and took a step back while holding its broken nose.

Wasting no time, the whiskered youth immediately rushed and hacked at its ankle. He jumped back and rolled out of the way when its hand came to him. He sailed back a few feet, before landing with a groan of pain. He hefted his axe, and threw it at the cyclops' face. The weapon spun, and landed on the goliath's exposed neck.

It gave another howl of agony, and snapped forward when the axe was forcefully removed from its neck via the blonde summoning it back into his hand.

The blonde charged at it and struck the cyclops, alternating between blocks and attacks, continuously hacking and slashing at every opening the pre-teen could find on its massive body. The cyclops retaliated, and smacked the boy away, watching as he flew back into the bushes.

Sam dreaded the worse, while he made sure he and Henry were out of sight of the cyclops.

A few moments after, the axe went flying again.

Before embedding itself on the cyclops' lone eye.

It gave out a shriek of pain, and its hands clamored up to its face to dislodge the fearsome weapon from its damaged eye. Only for the creature's head to snap forward when the axe glowed and flew back into the boy's hand.

With a roar of his own, the young teen charged at the stunned cyclops, crossing the distance quickly and climbing up on the massive body. He slammed a harsh boot on its injured eye, then delivered a hardened punch, switching from punch to kick as the cyclops' bleeding eye started to cave in to its head.

With another vengeful roar, the youth gripped his axe tightly, and delivered a swing towards the giant's eye. The force of the swing was so hard that the creature fell down to the ground as the boy quickly removed his weapon.

He stood up a few moments later, victorious, and panting, the adrenaline in his body leaving him soon after.

Sam stood up, grabbing Henry, and the Satyr made themselves known.

"Hey there!" The goat-boy greeted nervously.

It seemed that the blonde's adrenaline didn't entirely leave yet, as his head snapped towards the Satyr's direction, and he held his battle axe with preparedness, ready to fight if need to be.

Now that he could see the weapon more clearly, the Satyr took note of how axe had few runes etched into the blades of the battle axe, along with the decorated pommel on its end.

Yup. Definitely a demigod.

'Okay, maybe that wasn't the best greeting I could think of…'

Sam raised his hands up as a sign of surrender, motioning Henry to do the same while he tried to communicate with the blonde.

"I don't mean any trouble!" He blurted out. "I just wanted to say thank you for saving us."

A scoff was heard.

"…Wasn't saving you." The boy mumbled as he set his axe on his back, hooking it to a small piece of metal attached to his pauldron. He turned around and started walking the other way.

Sam swallowed, before he decided to follow the kid, Henry in tow.

"Why are you following me?" The blonde asked bluntly, his head turning back to face them.

The Satyr noticed that the whiskered pre-teen's voice sounded monotonous, and a bit deep. "I… uh… can't help but notice your weapon over there!" Sam said, his tone laced with nervousness. "I can't help but wonder… are you a demigod?"

The whiskered pre-teen stared at him with blank eyes.

"… No."

With that, he turned around and resumed walking.

The Satyr sputtered. "T-That can't be true!" He cried in disbelief. "Only a demigod could do those sorts of things, and you managed to see and defeat those hellhounds and that cyclops! You can't possibly be a mortal!"

He heard the boy growl, before turning around once more with a glare set on his whiskered face.

"Look Mister, I don't know what a demi-whatsitnow or whatever you call that, I just want to be left alone, got it? Now shoo!"

"If you just listen to me-!"

"No!"

"Please hear me out on this-!"

"I said, go away-!"

Sam gulped and breathed deeply, summoning any courage he had left. "I'm sorry, but due to my duties as a Satyr, I can't leave a demigod without bringing them to camp!" He declared.

The pre-teen looked at him as if he were insane.

"A what?"

The Satyr faltered.

"Y-You know, the greek creatures, the ones with goat legs?" He mentioned and pointed at his furry hind legs. "Zeus, Hades, Poseidon, the greek pantheon? Any of this ringing a bell?!"

The boy stared at him, and once more said-

"No."

Sam gapped in disbelief and shock.

"Y-You mean to tell me, that you haven't heard about any of what I'm talking about? About the greek gods and goddess, the mythologies, the stories?!"

"Do you have a hearing problem? I said no!"

Sam's shocked expression turned to horror. "Please tell me you're joking?"

The whiskered kid huffed. "What's there to joke about?"

"Di Immortales you're not joking!" Sam cried out, his hand dragging his face with an exasperated expression. "How old are you?!" He asked the axe using blonde.

"I'm thirteen!"

The goat-boy sighed, "You really need to get to camp, ASAP." He stated.

"I told you! I don't want to go to your stupid camp!"

"We have food there!" Sam reasoned.

"I can hunt my food!"

"Uh… well, how about cabins! We have comfortable cabins that you could sleep in!"

"I have my own!"

The Satyr groaned. "You are one tough kid to crack!" He said, before he sighed. "Look, if you come to camp with us, there's also kids like you, well, maybe not as violent or aggressive, we can help you find your parents, so to speak."

At the mention of family, the pre-teen looked up with interest. "My… parents?" He repeated silently to himself.

He shook his head from his little dream. "What if you're lying?"

"I'm not!" Sam denied. "Honest! I swear on the River Styx!"

Thunder boomed after he said that, and the blonde looked up to the sky.

"Fine. You have my attention." The boy said, before he crossed his arms, and looked at the Satyr directly.

"Sweet." Sam cheered, before he approached the blonde and held his hand out with a smile. "Sam Greenwood." He said, while his other hand jerked to the small child next to him. "This is Henry, a fellow demigod." The kid gave a small wave.

The pre-teen stared at the hand with a blank look on his face.

"Uh... you're supposed to shake it? Aren't you gonna introduce yourself?"

"… Naruto." The now named Naruto said, his hands staying at the sides of his body, no attempt to shake the outstretched appendage.

"Okay…" Sam trailed off, taking his hand back with an awkward look on his face. "No last name?"

"It doesn't matter."

The goat-boy sighed at his new escort's demeanor. "You do you then, I guess." He said. "So, ready to do some to hit the road?"

Henry nodded eagerly.

Naruto just grunted.

"Well, at least one of you is excited." Sam sighed before clapping his hands, his cheerful demeanor back on his face. "I promise you, that after this, the walk to Camp Halfblood will be easy as pie!"

Sam was right, the walk all the way to the supposed Camp Halfblood was smooth, they hadn't encountered any monster as of their trek, and he had told them that they were not that far, so they maybe there by a few minutes or an hour ahead.

But, as relaxing as it was, it was incredibly boring.

"Hey Naruto, do you think that there'll be other kids at camp that fight like you?" Henry asked as he walked next to the stoic blonde, his excited attitude being a stark contrast at the whiskered boy's quiet nature.

"I do not know." The pre-teen replied.

"Do you think there'll be, like, dragons in camp?! And we get to ride them?!"

"I do not know."

"Ooh! Is there gonna be like a chariot race or something? Kind of like the old times, right?!"

Naruto's eye twitched

"I do not know."

Their back-and-forth exchange extended for a long period of time as they walked, Sam was quiet, leading them to the right direction, whilst also supplying Naruto some information of the camp for him to brush up on.

They had been walking for the past hours or so, rarely taking breaks as to reach the camp in due time. Which made the trip quite exhausting, seeing that they had gone a whole day without sleep.

The sun was setting as the three walked through a small forest in an island called Long Island, by Sam, who told them where the camp was situated in. Sam explained why he looked so different, because he was a Satyr, a nature spirit that aged twice as slowly, and also the stories of greek heroes and gods for Naruto.

As they delved deeper into the forests, the moon had already illuminated the night sky, along with the millions of stars that dotted the black canvas above them.

As Sam carried a sleeping Henry on his back, he glanced at the usual quiet blonde with him, who was looking around his surrounding more often than he would.

"Is something wrong?" The Satyr asked.

"No." Naruto shook his head. "I just felt something… off about this forest." He said uneasily, his head swiveling from side to side.

"I'm sure it's just the chill in the air." Sam assured him as he adjusted the sleeping demigod on his back. "Maybe the exhaustion's getting to you, don't worry, we're near camp we just have a few steps-"

A roar echoed in the forest.

"… What was that?"

Loud thumps were felt by both the demigod, and the Satyr, causing alarm to be written all over their faces. Sam held Henry tightly as he looked around in fear and horror, whereas Naruto's hand edged towards his axe.

It was too late.

Just as they turned their heads, Naruto was sent flying towards the other direction as a massive monster burst out from the dark forests.

It was big, not as overly big as a cyclops, but big enough to tower over him. It was primarily blue with a hint of grey, its back was hunched, showing rows upon rows of sharp spikes that jutted out of its back. Its face was contorted into an angry snarl that looked like it would break anything that stood in its way.

Sam stared at it in fear as the creature roared.

Then, it brought its massive hands above its head.

Only for a flying axe to interrupt it, stunning it momentarily as Naruto jumped out of the bushes, twigs and leaves surrounding him while he summoned his axe back.

It roared and swiped at the two of them, who managed to jump just in time.

"What is that thing?!" The blonde yelled at the Satyr.

"I-It's an Ogre! But it's not possible to spawn here! It mainly live in the caves of Canada!" Sam informed him as he tried to move away from the hideous beast.

Naruto growled, and gripped his axe. "Well, Hades deemed it our lucky day then!"

With that, he charged.

The whiskered teen lunged at it with controlled swings and blows towards the shoulders and chest area. Precisely moving out of the way whenever the monster deemed it ready to attack.

It swiped at the boy, but he dodged, before hurling his axe towards the creature, watching as it cleaved into its shoulder, freezing some parts of it as the weapon impaled it.

With no time to waste, Naruto ran and quickly delivered a right jab towards the Ogre's face, and then a strong kick to the shins, momentarily making it collapse. When it did, Naruto grabbed it by the neck, only for the Ogre to suddenly roar and harshly caught the blonde in a tight grip, squeezing the boy as it did.

Naruto held his hand out, and the battle axe went to his outstretched limb. Bringing it over his head, the blonde brought it down with some force that he could muster.

The beast roared and dropped the blonde. He threw his axe once more, but the creature expected this, and batted the weapon away with its forearm and charging at the blonde.

As it swiped its hand to him, Naruto rolled to the left and delivered a harsh kick to the ankle, dropping the Ogre in the process. He summoned his axe and gripped it, before swinging it and nearly cutting the entire leg portion off of its body.

The monster screamed in agony and pain, backing away as Naruto ran up to it before climbing it. He kicked it once more in the face, then swung his axe towards its mouth.

The axe came in contact, and nearly split the Ogre's jaw.

Naruto grunted, and heaved as he jumped off the beast, the axe still embedded into the creature's mouth, bringing the dying Ogre down to the dirt. With a final roar, Naruto dislodged the axe, and gave one more swing.

The beast died shrieking in agony.

The blonde panted and he breathed heavier than last time. Sam came rushing to him, Henry, who had woken up also looking at the pre-teen with concern.

"Are you alright?!" The Satyr asked worriedly, gently making the youth lean on him for support as he draped an arm around his body, rushing towards a field that held the sign: 'DELPHI STRAWBERRY FIELDS'.

"I'm fine." Naruto shrugged off their concerns, even as his vision began to fade. "Just… a little…" His eyes began to droop, and he couldn't understand the Satyr anymore.

The last thing he saw was two white columns.

Yeah, this is a one-shot that could be more if people like. So if you do, then write a review or comment, you could suggest and speculate.

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