Frank's POV
Not enough with the soldiers of Chaos coming, or whatever they wanted to be called, the Chaos Army, we also had a meeting welcoming the Chaos Army, but it was quickly crashed by an arrow boring into the wood right in front of Chiron's hoofs. I got up, alerted, ready to draw my sword.
"Who's there?" A camper shouted. Electricity sparkled at my fingertips as a hooded person walked out from the trees. I took a step forward, and so did the Soldiers and my friends.
"Stay where you are!" Delta the leader of the Chaos Army yelled at the approaching figure. He drew his sword and so did the other soldiers. "What are you doing here?"
The person's face was covered by an unusual dark shadow over his face under his hood. Even if I tried to look under it, the only thing I could see was a bit of his mouth, which was horrifying, because there were scars formed as a cat grin. It looked scary in the shadow of the hood.
"Well I just wanted to say hi to my old pal." The man smiled. How did they know each other?
"What are you doing here." Delta commanded and gave the figure the death glare.
"Who are you?" Chiron broke in, the man looked over at us, or well I guessed so, it was kinda hard to see with the shadow covering his face.
"I'm Zale, Chaos' private assassin." I widened my eyes. Assassin? Chaos' private assassin? Were we gonna die because of this guy? What was he even doing here? My flow of thoughts were interrupted by the assassin. "I have been sent here by Chaos himself."
"So you're here because of the prophecy?" The assassin nodded at Chiron's question.
"We don't need you, Zale." Delta spoke. It was clear that Zale and Delta weren't on good terms.
He smirked, "Oh I know that you don't need me, but they might do." He pointed at us. With that Delta nodded and began stomping back to the beautiful Chaos cabin, his teammates slowly following him. When I turned to look at Zale, he gave a small grin and then walked over to the woods, farest away from the Chaos cabin. I stood and watched the assassin put up a tent and then enter. Who was this Zale? The Chaos Army clearly hated him, but for what? Was Zale who he really said he was? Or was the Army lying? I shook my head and made eye contact with Annabeth. Her gray eyes held a sadness to them. Ever since Percy disappeared all those years ago, she hasn't been the same. Of course she still smiled and laughed and had fun. She had even dated one person. But they had broken up after two weeks. It hadn't worked. Now she was more.. cold, yes she laughed and had fun as I just said, but she still seemed more cold, and she took things way more seriously and wouldn't tolerate people making fun in serious situations, because it reminded her too much of Percy. It might sound selfish, but I understood her. Percy had been like a brother to me. Sure we had had our fights, but who hadn't? We had just started to become close when he was suddenly ripped away from us. I cursed the day he disappeared into the tent millions of years away. Why him? It was always Percy. It wasn't fair.
Annabeth walked over to me, and glanced over my shoulder where the tent of the assassin was.
"Do you think we can trust him? I mean, the Chaos Army just came. And apparently those two sides aren't exactly fond of each other." I nodded.
"You're right, something has happened in the past between those two groups." I looked over at the Chaos cabin.
"We should have a meeting. Discuss everything, and then afterwards invite the Chaos Army and the assassin to the meeting." I agreed and we called in for a meeting. Every counselor and immortal were to go to the meeting.
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I sat down on the chair next to Hazel and smiled at her, then I looked around at the familiar faces around the table. Chiron sat at the end of the table and stamped his hoof into the floor, gaining everyone's attention.
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