Betrayed But Never Forgotten

Our new cabin

Percys pov

I stepped out of the portal, my soldiers behind me, into the middle of dinner at Camp Half-Blood. The timing couldn't have been more dramatic—interrupting the evening meal when the pavilion was packed with curious faces. Apparently, the Cabin leaders weren't back yet, leaving just Chiron and the rest of the campers, along with the Hunters of Artemis who were visiting. We materialized directly in front of the dining pavilion, the shimmer of our portal's energy still crackling around us. Every head turned toward us, conversations dying instantly. The silence was deafening—hundreds of young demigods frozen with forks halfway to their mouths, eyes wide with shock and apprehension. Some reached instinctively for weapons while others simply stared.

I stepped forward, my black combat boots making a satisfying thud against the marble floor. My chaos-infused armor gleamed darkly under the magical torchlight, the insignia of Chaos—a swirling galaxy within a perfect circle—emblazoned across my chest. The hood of my cloak partially concealed my face, adding to the mystique.

"We are the Chaos Warriors," I announced, my voice carrying across the pavilion with supernatural clarity, "and we're here to help in the new war."The words hung in the air like a thundercloud. Some campers exchanged nervous glances, while others whispered hurriedly to their neighbors.

"What war?" a Demeter camper finally asked, her voice trembling slightly. She had flowers braided into her hair and dirt under her fingernails—probably fresh from the strawberry fields.

Annabeth stepped up from next to me, her stormy gray eyes calculating under her mask. "It's obvious there's a war coming," she stated matter-of-factly. "Just put all the clues together—the increase in monster attacks, the gods' strange behavior, the prophetic dreams many of us have been having... It's only a matter of time before we get our first wave of war."

A chorus of gasps rippled through the pavilion. Some younger campers looked frightened, while the veterans—those who had survived previous wars—simply looked resigned, as if they'd known this moment of peace wouldn't last.

Chiron trotted forward, his centaur form towering over most of the seated campers. "The gods informed me you were coming," he said diplomatically, though I could detect suspicion in his ancient eyes. "I believe there's room in the Poseidon cabin for you and your warriors to stay."

Claire, my second-in-command, stepped forward. Her silver hair gleamed in the torchlight, her face bearing the elegant yet fearsome markings of a Chaos-blessed warrior. "We already have a cabin," she announced with quiet confidence.

"Where?" an Ares kid demanded, standing up so abruptly his bench scraped loudly against the floor. His bulky frame and aggressive stance screamed 'child of the war god.' Several of his cabin mates joined him, hands drifting toward weapons.

I rolled my eyes at their predictable show of bravado and simply pointed toward the edge of the woods. Instantly, a pitch-black cabin with elegant gray trim materialized where there had been nothing but trees moments before. The structure seemed to absorb the surrounding light, giving it an otherworldly appearance that set it apart from the other divine cabins.

"Right there," I stated coolly. "No one's allowed in without permission." The threat was implied but clear enough—the consequences of trespassing would be severe.

Everyone nodded, some reluctantly, and we turned away from the pavilion, ignoring the stares from the campers as we crossed the green toward our new home. I could feel their eyes boring into our backs—curiosity mingled with fear, suspicion, and in some cases, awe.

As we approached the cabin, its massive obsidian doors swung open silently, welcoming us with a warm glow from within. When we walked in, even the warriors and I were taken aback by how magnificent the cabin was. It was far more impressive on the inside than its already imposing exterior suggested—another gift from Chaos, who never did anything halfway.

The walls were a sophisticated gray with cobblestone liner that gave the place an ancient yet modern feel. A massive round couch dominated the center of the first room, large enough to seat all twelve of us comfortably. It faced a huge television that seemed to hover in the air rather than being mounted to anything solid. The screen shimmered with the cosmos—stars, nebulae, and galaxies swirling across its surface.

In the right corner stood a huge kitchen with an island big enough for all of us to gather around. 

The countertops were black marble with purple rim, giving it an elegant, otherworldly appearance. Every appliance looked futuristic, as if they'd been designed centuries ahead of current technology.

Six doors led off from the main room, each with an ornate sign floating in front of it, glowing with ethereal light. To the left, there were three doors: one saying "Boys Bedroom" in bold, runic lettering; another reading "Study," with ancient scrolls engraved around the words; and the last one saying "Boys Hangout," with animated images of gaming controllers and comfortable chairs carved into the wood.

To the right, three more doors stood: one saying "Girls Bedroom," adorned with constellations that subtly shifted position; another labeled "Girls Hangout Room," with delicate carvings of comfortable seating and entertainment options; and the last one—my personal favorite—announcing "Rage Room" in letters that occasionally flickered with flames.

"This place is awesome," Piper breathed, her kaleidoscope eyes wide with amazement as she took in our new headquarters. Her fingers traced the intricate designs on the wall, which seemed to respond to her touch, rippling like water.

I had to agree with her. The cabin was beyond impressive—a perfect blend of comfort, utility, and mystical power. It exuded an aura of safety, as if Chaos himself had woven protective enchantments into its very foundations.

"Well, I'm going to bed," Luke and I announced simultaneously, exchanging knowing glances. The others looked at us quizzically—it was early by warrior standards—but nobody questioned us. They were too busy exploring our new home.

The thing is, we weren't actually going to bed. Our plan was to wait until everyone was asleep, then unleash a series of pranks that would establish our reputation at camp. Me and Luke were prank masters, having honed our skills during countless missions across the universe. Our reputation among the Chaos Warriors was legendary—no one was safe, not even Claire or the other commanders.

Me and Luke smirked mysteriously at each other before heading to the boys' bedroom. When we entered, we found three beds, each personalized to perfection. Mine was black with sea-green sheets that rippled like ocean waves when touched. Luke's was red with golden sheets that seemed to capture and amplify the room's light. The third—belonging to Charles—was orange with red sheets, mimicking the sunset colors of well...his death

I jumped onto my bed and sank into its impossibly comfortable embrace, feeling the day's tension melt away. The sheets adjusted to my body temperature instantly, and I could hear the faint sound of ocean waves—a thoughtful touch that reminded me of my past.

Tonight would be fun. As I lay there plotting with Luke, I couldn't help but wonder how Camp Half-Blood would react to our presence in the coming days. We were here to help fight a war—but that didn't mean we couldn't shake things up a bit in the meantime.

The camp had no idea what was coming—both in terms of the looming conflict and the chaos two bored Chaos Warriors could unleash when they put their minds to it.