Heir of Chaos (Percy Jackson fanfic, sequel to Siphoned)

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: This is just a fan-fiction, all rights go to Rick Riordan.

Percy/Cyclone POV

It's been 20,000 years since I've been to Earth, 20,000 years on my planet that is. I'm not exactly sure how many years have gone by on Earth, I'm not sure if I care. Since I lost my memories I have no connection to that place, I know the old me does but I don't know why.

I spent 2 weeks under the control of that man that stole my memories, who's name I still don't know. When I was finally not under his control I was no longer on Earth, I was in a different realm. The head of the guild of assassins, Jaren, took me in, he trained me, he helped me change my ways. I was a loyal assassin, I killed whoever he told me to kill because I thought his intentions were always the best. It took years to realize I was just another one of his pawns, it took years to do the right thing.

One night he sent me out to kill a man, Dorian Fairchild. I never knew who he was, I didn't know this was a trap. That night I got lucky, I trailed Dorian and found out he was the captain of the guard for Chaos himself. I still trailed him, to see if he was worth saving, worth the risk. After days of following Dorian around I came to the conclusion that he was a good person, no evil intention, I couldn't kill a good person, it wasn't me.

So when another assassin came to do the job, when Jaren probably assumed I was dead, I stopped him or tried to anyways. The assassin was good, and he planned to kill Dorian with an arrow threw the heart. There was no way I'd be able to get to the assassin on time to kill him before he could shoot, I was closer to Dorian, so when the assassin shot the arrow, I stopped it before it could hit Dorian.

Of course Dorian had to see that I saved him, "Hey!" He called to me. Anyways one thing led to another and I ended up in Chaos's army. I quickly moved up the ranks though, I was Dorian's second. Against all odds I came to be in Chaos's favor, he called me the son he never had.

10,000 years ago I was on a mission with Dorian, we grew close over the years, and when we were ambushed by some supposed un-killable monsters I killed two. After that incident Dorian rushed me to Chaos and told him what had happened. Chaos, for the first time in like ever, looked shocked.

"There is a prophecy," Chaos explained. "About a demigod, turned god, that loses himself. He is said to be the only person other then myself that can kill a Hebroige, he's to be my heir."

That's how I got to the life I have today. Though being Chaos's heir has it's perks, it also has it's downfalls. Like the crown Chaos and Dorian are currently trying to coerce me into wearing.

"I refuse to look like a snobby brat that thinks he's better then everyone because he has this fancy little Chaos crown!"

"Would you rather a fancy BIG Chaos crown," Chaos asks, eyebrows raised. "Because that could be arranged."

"No," I grumble. "But honestly, this yearly celebration, that you say is for the people, but is really a chance to show off our powers is getting kind of lame."

"10,000 years, Cyclone, and you still aren't used to being the prince."

"Heir," I correct. "I prefer Heir."

"See!," Chaos waves his hands at me. "That is the attitude that you are supposed to have, you're a prince." He grins, one of Chaos's joys in life is driving me crazy. "And don't pretend you don't like using your powers." Truth is I love using my powers, I just don't like the attention I get when I use them.

"Whatever," I roll my eyes. When I was crowned heir, I was granted the powers of Chaos, he is still way more powerful then me and will remain so, but I'm one of the most powerful beings in the universe, really it's only Chaos and his twin Order that best me.

"You should know that some of the gods from Earth will be here," Chaos says quietly.

I shrug, "they wont recognize me." One of my powers that I got from Chaos is changing between my two appearances, there is my Percy appearance, which I only use when doing undercover work. Then my Cyclone appearance, which I use daily, only the have-to-know people know I'm Percy, everyone else knows me as Cyclone, Heir of Chaos.

It's better that way because I am no longer Percy Jackson, I am Cyclone, that is who I've been since I first got my will back from the man.