Percy Jackson: Chaos' Army (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Things Get Deep

*Jason POV*
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It was funny how life worked out sometimes. Only a month ago, we'd been perfectly fine and there had been no threats to the universe. All had been dandy, and then Gaea woke up. And to make matters worse, somebody woke up Ouranos too. Now we were fighting an "unwinnable" fight once again. The same old pieces on the board, but a whole new game this time. At least, that's how it felt to me. The gods had been playing checkers with us, and Ouranos had shown up only to change it to chess. And we had no idea how to play. When primordials like Chaos or Aether start becoming involved in a war, you know it's serious.

I stared at the scythe; its razor sharp blade glimmered in the sunlight radiating a strange and dangerous aura. It had gotten stronger over the last couple of days, like it was gaining energy. Like it was a grenade waiting to blow us up into tiny pieces. Sometimes I was tempted to just reach down and grab it even though that would result in a fate worse than death.

We'd learned that it was only safe for a primordial to wield. Any non-primordial holding it would instantly cease to exist. Their very soul would be ground up, and burnt to nothingness. If I picked it up, there would be no Underworld for me. Only a dark abyss of empty space known as the Void.

"Jason? You okay?"

Percy inspected me closely. "You looked a little crazy there for a moment, buddy."

"I'm fine. I just felt like picking it up for a moment there."

"Picking it up?! Are you crazy?!"

"Don't you feel it? It's like it wants me to. It feels like it's calling me."

Percy's eyebrows furrowed with concern. I knew I sounded crazy, but it was true. The scythe wanted to be used because that's what it was made for. To destroy and kill. As long as it couldn't, it would call someone to do use it for that specific purpose.

Percy sighed as if caught. "Yeah, I feel it too."

"That thing is evil. We have to destroy it." I said.

"We can't. Aether doesn't want to touch it, and Chaos hasn't visited since the day before the battle. All we can really do is guard it." Percy responded.

"Yeah, I guess." I said.

"Hey, don't sound so glum. Reinforcements are coming, remember? Bob and Damasen were able to convince the Kindly Ones and Cerebus to join us. And they're still looking for more allies. We'll defeat Ouranos, don't worry."

It wasn't right how all of this came to be. Percy had left, and come back a year later only to help defeat Ouranos. All seven of the last prophecy had to fight yet again for the gods who cared nothing for us. Apollo was the perfect example. Even though our defeat would result in all the god's deaths including his, he was still too afraid to help. Puppets in a puppet show, that's what we were. And the Fates were our puppet masters.

"You can't think like that, Jason." Percy suddenly said. "You can't."

"You heard my thoughts?"

"It's an ability I have as commander of Chaos's army. But that's not important right now. The important thing is you can't lose hope."

"I'm not losing hope."

"Yes, you are. When you compare yourself to a chess piece or puppet, you acknowledge that you have no control over anything. You let everything inside the box out, including hope because you believe it's not in your control. You're Jason Grace, defeated of Krios and Porphyrion, Pontifex Maximus of Camp Jupiter, and the most hopeful person I've ever met. If you lose hope, we all do."