Percy Jackson: Chaos' Army (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

The Plot Thickens

*Samuel POV*
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Typhon bellowed in anger. His scarlet red eyes gleamed with pure evil. Standing nearly as tall as Ouranos, he was definitely a force to be reckoned with. I really hoped that Percy had been able to come up with something to stop this monstrous monster.

The Titans and Giants were all fully dressed in their armor, ready for the invasion. Ouranos himself had no armor. He was merely going to be the general of his army since ancient laws restricted primordials from interfering directly. I wasn't so sure though.

We had two new additions to the army: Sciron and Chrysaor. They were appointed to being the leaders in the combat coming towards Camp Jupiter, and they were absolutely terrifying. Chrysaor was a master swordsman who could cut the wings off of a fly in mid-air, and Sciron wasn't any less talented. Sciron was a beast at archery. He could shoot an arrow from anywhere and hit targets as small as fleas. But it wasn't their abilities that made them scary. It was their thirst for vengeance. Sciron really hated Jason and Hazel, while Chrysaor wanted to plunge his sword into Percy's heart and take Annabeth for his own. It was their hunger for revenge that made Ouranos put them in charge; he knew that they wouldn't stop until they killed all of their enemies. They were self-motivated and deadly.

"Somebody tell that dumb creature to shut up!" Sciron yelled. "I'm practicing archery!"

He notched another arrow, and sent it flying towards a suspiciously Jason-shaped dummy. The arrow hit it directly in the forehead, passing through it completely before bending direction and hitting another dummy shaped like Hazel.

"You think he's disturbing you? Try fighting a whole horde of monsters while he's yelling." Chrysaor said.

He was dueling five hydras, successfully fending them off even though there must've been at least thirty heads snapping at him. It was a test of reflexes and skill that could be done without killing any valuable soldiers. With each stroke, two new head grew, yet they still couldn't make a mark in him.

"Samuel!" Sciron said. "Tell Ouranos to keep his pet in a muzzle!"

I gulped. Father would not like hearing that.

"Uh... sure. I'll tell him." I said, but I stayed rooted to my spot.

Chrysaor spun in a circle, cutting off all fifty-five hydra heads. The headless monsters fell over, giving him a chance to yell at me.

"Hey, Ouranos Jr.! Get going before I decide to practice on you!"

"There is no need for that. I have heard your demands." Ouranos boomed.

His face appeared in the clouds up above, looking down at us as if we were ants.

"Settle, Typhon." Ouranos said. "You'll have free reign soon enough."

Typhon bellowed one last time before going silent. He was the Father of all monsters, a living machine made for destruction and nothing else. I think it was more unsettling to see him obey than if he hadn't because it meant that Typhon had no power compared to Father. Even Gaea couldn't think of controlling Typhon like Father.

"Samuel, care to call Kronos?" Father said. "The invasion is tonight. I need to explain something to all three of my commanders before it happens."

I pulled out my sword, and reached for the little button on the bottom that could transport anyone who used it anywhere they wanted and summon anyone as well.

I pushed it, and Kronos appeared in front of me.

"What is it? I was in the middle of organizing the army." He said.