The Broken Hero

Chapter VII

Hey Everyone! I hope you liked my end from last chapter. Anyway here is the next. I also noticed that no one comment. Well I am happy you are all reading and voting. I really do need your help however. I need followers for Destructioin...which you meet in this chapter...so it can't be Titan's or Gaea for obvious reasons. So I can't write anymore until I have followers of Destruction. Please give me more ideas so I can write! Thank you! Me no Rick Riordan.


Chaos POV

I knew that my brother had started to reformed from when I had scattered him, long ago. I had left him go, hoping that he wouldn't regain strength. I did not want to fight him again. I was mistaken, as I ignored him he had grown stronger and stronger. He was on the verge of fully awakening now. He had decided to take over Earth first, using the planet's energy to fully awaken so he could go against me again. He used his niece Gaea, to aid him in this, along with her children and the Titans. I still didn't interfere as I knew that my daughter would be vanquished by one of my great, great grandchildren. I thought I had been prepared for his sacrifice, but as I watched the hero grow up and go to Tartarus I felt guilty. I sent my loyal children to rescue and help him and to give him a weapon I had fashioned myself. By that time it was too late, and he had faded only to be reformed into two different pieces, a shell and a soul. His shell had been rescued by three of my children, while the soul had been transported to two of their children. The child remained split for millennia as the soul couldn't bear the pain it left the shell to.

During the time, by brother had decided to try and use Gaea to rise again, but this time he was going to use the hero, knowing that Perseus was either going to be his ticket back or his down fall. Destruction, now out of pawns to use, since Perseus and his parts had gotten rid of the rest, did his own dirty work. I watched as he played with Perseus's mind making him think that he never left Tartarus, that Kronos and the others that had tortured him was still doing so. I watched as Earth and those that he had come in contact with again mourned for his death. That was when I decided that I could no longer stay back and watch, that I had to do something to stop my brother. The first thing being to help Perseus.

 Poseidon POV

I watched in horror as my son was again taken from me, as he fell back into the ground.

"Brother find him," Nyx yelled at Tartarus. She was almost in tears. I instead felt cold, like ice with no emotion but emptiness. Tartarus disappeared and we all waited as many were crying and upset. After what seemed like years, Tartarus finally appeared again. He seemed to look even gloomier, if that was possible.

"I can't find him Sister. He isn't in my domain. I do not know where he is at." My heart felt crushed. I looked around to find many in tears, but it was like I couldn't shed anymore. Like this wasn't real at all.

"Can someone please explain to us what is going on," Athena finally asked. She was pale, but her curiosity was getting the best of her. Nyx turned to all of us.

"Years ago our Father came to Erebus, Tartarus, and myself in a dream. He told us that we needed to rescue someone and to give him a sword crafted by himself. He told us the story of Perseus Jackson and his location. When we got there however, the person there wasn't Perseus, it was a shell of his former self that we named Ani̱leí̱s. Perseus had faded and wasn't strong enough to reform after all that had been done to him, so to protect himself he split into two. Like Father had asked, we gave him our blessings and the weapon, he named Reaper. Father then told us to train him and when our sister Gaea reawakened to send him up to defend Earth. For millennia we trained him and when the time came we sent him up.  During the time he was with us he was plagued by nightmares of his time being tortured, so I made it so that he would sleep only the minimum that his body would allow. I also made it so he didn't have to eat since he could not. He was in a retched state and we tried to take care of him like a child. You know the rest about his shell. We'd have to ask our children and their Army to see about his soul." Hermera stepped forward.