Percy Jackson: The Knight of Chaos

The Perfect Army

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"Raise your defense a bit, Silena!" I called as I drove my sword through her weak spot. The sharp point collided with Silena's chest, piercing her body through. Golden blood spurted from the gaping wound. I wasn't too concerned as instead of collapsing on the mat and dying, Silena only winced a bit before yanking the weapon out of her and handing it back to me.

"I'll keep that in mind, Percy. Thanks for the lesson today." Already, Silena had her hands pressing down on her injury. I could see skin lacing together underneath her shirt as she instantly healed herself. We stood in Lord Chaos's large training room, a space I had become very familiar with.

It had been two years since I had left the realm of Order for good and joined Lord Chaos. I had discovered the powers I had inherited, and spent days training, preparing to come into my role as the winged hero. Each of my seven comrades had also gained powers when they were accepted into Lord Chaos's private army. All of us were given immortality and advanced healing. Silena had enhanced her powers of charmspeak and had acquired healing skills as well. Beckendorf had gained control over fire and flames, and his inventions were uncontested against even his father's. Sometimes, the two of them together reminded me so much of Leo and Piper that I couldn't be in the same room as them.

I sheathed my two twin swords. Named Aquisis and Triteia, Beckendorf had forged them, Aquisis made of Imperial Gold intertwined with Celestial Bronze, and Triteia of Chaos Titanium, a metal derived from only Chaos's realm. Together, the two swords could kill anything on Earth, whether it be in the land of Order or Chaos. Both of their silver metal hilts, wrapped in leather, fit perfectly in my grip, and I could channel my powers through the blades. They slipped into my two leather sheaths that hung across my back, and when they were away the sheaths could shrink into two leather bracelets at will that encircled in my arms. Riptide remained trustfully in my pocket, as a last resort and surprise attack.

As Silena bent down to lace up her shoes, her wound already forgotten about, the memories of my own stab, courtesy of Piper, washed over me. The scar in my chest ached at the thought. I had chosen not to heal that scar, nor the X running across my chest, as reminders of the world I had left behind. Each time I pulled off my shirt, I knew everyone stared, no matter how much they tried to hide their prying eyes.

"Lesson's over, and I gotta go. See you later, Silena." I said, before rushing out of the large training room. Speeding through the halls, I made my way to the large throne room. Usually, it was deserted unless Lord Chaos called a meeting.

Bianca, Nico, and Hazel were off exploring outside somewhere. The three were inseparable now. One of their favourite activities had become watching the Order's realm from the shadows of Chaos. I had no doubt they were in Camp Half-Blood, an old haunt of theirs. Sometimes they liked to check up on what had happened in the last two years.

Bianca had gained powers over the earth and ground, much like Gaea. We all knew to avoid her like the plague when she was angry; earthquakes were only the minor damages she caused. Her very footsteps left cracks in the earth if she wasn't careful.

Nico's deathly powers were stronger than ever, making him a terrifying opponent. He had found that the Underworld was a point of no-man's-land between the two realms, and had begun to funnel souls from the Fields of Asphodel and even Elysium and the Isles of the Blest to create a huge army that rose from the dead at his command.

Hazel had found that Mount Olympus also existed in both realms equally. In both of these places, someone was always in both the realm of Order and the realm of Chaos, although no one, not even the gods themselves, knew that. The daughter of Pluto had begun to flourish in magic and Mist, and her powers knew no boundaries. Anyone's thoughts and actions were at mercy to her command.