Dante Walker and The Eye of Chaos (1)

Chapter 4

Added the book number to the title, just to remind myself about the order they're in. I'll be creating a cover for the story soon, hopefully by my birthday.

For the next month, our lessons had steadily improved. I struggled with archery, not too badly, but couldn't get a bullseye as often as the teacher hoped. Swordsmanship was slightly better, but I didn't have a good time with it. Ancient Greek was good, as was history. Arianna was in the same group as I was for history, and she soaked up everything about the subject up as if she was a sponge.

I made a couple of good friends in Isaac Kent, Theodore King, who was a son of Hebe and went by Theo, and Victoria Grant. She was a daughter of Hermes, and was our jack of all trades. She was led to the camp by the Satyr Commodus, who was the coolest. He was outspoken, wishing for the planet to not be so polluted, but also knew when to reign in our anger. He'd direct us to the arena to work it off and smoothed everything over once we weren't around.

He also wasn't afraid of getting his hands dirty. Though he was generally peaceful and hard to anger, he wasn't afraid to get into fights. He preferred to use a staff that was made from celestial bronze.

It may not sound intimidating, but I've seen him using it to take care of some monsters and even those demigods who littered.

Another person I met was the resident Director of Weapon Forging. At least, that's how others describe him. He was burly and had a permanent scowl on his face. Three scars ran along his face diagonally, though he still had his eyes. Thankfully. No eyebrows though, as they were burnt off. He had a lot of burn marks on his body, and was extremely intimidating.

When I learned that I could get a weapon forged if I wanted, he explained that it wasn't something people liked to request. So instead, he forged different things. Like arrows and crossbow bolts.

Oh! The magic classes have gone down better than I could've ever dreamed! I've advanced to creating shields with my powers, since I took to offensive spells like a duck to water. Constantine told me to get a sword forged, which led me to talking to Percy and Jason about it.

"I can speak to Nico about getting you a Stygian iron sword and see if that works. Jase, you got a spare imperial gold sword for Dante to use until the next visit?"

"I don't. I'll contact Reyna and Malcolm later to see if they can send one over though." Jason turned and looked at me. "Until it's delivered, I would say that Rick should be able to create a temporary blade for you. If that sword, as well as the two we are ordering, fail, then we will have you work with Rick on forging one for you." I nodded, with the two men giving me soft smiles. They pulled out a pair of identical objects and closed the door to the big house.

We sat in the rec room with all of the other campers watching a movie. It was one called Star Wars and it featured interesting weapons. A few of the campers were debating the validity of such blades, but it was clear that it'd be a difficult thing to truly construct.

I wonder... Could magic potentially be capable of creating such a blade? I know Constantine was talking about conjuration for the last lesson. Perhaps we can figure it out together. If it is possible, we might be able to figure out ways for the others to have such blades. .

Once the movie was over, we all went back to our cabins. The Hephaestus cabin was busy discussing the plausibility of creating a lightsaber with the Athena cabin, while the Apollo and Hermes cabins were talking about pranks. The Ares cabin was just excited after seeing the battles in the movie.

"Alright everyone! Lights out!" Constantine called out, and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep and felt myself slip into a demigod dream.

I stood in a city that was destroyed. Homes were destroyed, with larger buildings being warped from the battle. Windows were shattered, and the bodies of the inhabitants and defenders laid along the cobbled streets. Spears had been shattered, shields splintered, and the swords were broken in half. Monsters roamed the streets, while humans, apparently aligned with the attackers, stood next to a man with a military haircut and built like a brick house. His eyes were red, showing off the aura of a child of Ares, and the sword in his hand was dripping blood.

"Alert Quinn that we have achieved victory. The last remnants of the Babylonian pantheon has been eliminated." He growled out. A cold, ruthless laugh drew his attention. He turned to face the person, and I found myself feeling immense fear. It was a titan, one who wore gold armor that shone harsher than anything of Apollo's.

"Quinn already knows. Our Lord has sent him to deal with some smaller pantheons. Send an envoy to the Egyptian pantheon. They shall join us, or we shall destroy each and every last one of them. Show them no mercy if they refuse our generous offer."

"Yes, Lord Hyperion."

"Do not fret, Stevens. I have heard rumblings that they are closely aligned with the Greeks. I have a few of their minor gods willing to join our cause, so by eliminating them, we shall also remove a potential ally from them when we move on to those pathetic fools."

"Woah!" Isaac stated, causing me to look at him. I could feel my heart run a marathon in my chest, with me gasping in as much air as possible to calm it. I could feel beads of sweat bathing my forehead. "You alright?" His voice was soft, making me realize that he was trying to get my attention.

"Bad dream." I murmured, only to be surprised by the appearance of Chiron and Mr Jackson. Did I scream during it?

"Would you like to talk about it?" Percy asked, giving me a soft smile to try and calm me. "I know that it can be helpful sometimes. Other times, it may not be, but gives your friends a chance to help you with it."

A few seconds passed before I spoke up, my voice rough with fear. "There was a destroyed city. Bodies strewn across the roads, with destroyed shields and weapons. Monsters..... Monsters were eating the corpses, with other demigods watching on."

I didn't notice the look shared between Chiron and Percy, as I could still feel the fear running through my veins. Isaac rubbed soothing circles on my back, coaxing the rest of it out of me.

"Three people were in charge. Someone named Quinn, Stevens, and a being that couldn't be human. He was called Lord Hyperion and he spoke of someone else. A master of the trio, but no name given."

Percy smiled at me. "Was there anything else said?"

"They spoke about the destruction of the Babylonian pantheon, whatever that means, and that their next target would be the Egyptian pantheon." I looked up at the camp director, and asked in a small voice, "what is going on?"

"That was your first demigod dream." Percy started the explanation. "They are not fun, but they can help guide you to your fate. Just remember that we are here to help you. Chiron has trained the greatest heroes in Greek Mythology! He teaches, and in turn, he learns about all of the demigods. He views them as if they are his own children. Do not hesitate to ask for help if you feel like you are struggling with the dreams." Chiron nodded his head in agreement.

"As Percy said, I am here to help you all. My job is to teach, and through the millennia, I have learned just as much from every demigod I trained as they learned from me." I nodded, before letting them know that I'd be fine. It was just a dream– probably something that was just a one time thing– but I was always taught to handle things by myself.

Percy POV

"We will have to alert Olympus about the dream." Chiron stated once we were back in the Big House. Annabeth and Zoë were sitting at the table coloring something. I nodded in agreement to Chiron, knowing full well that Zeus would be upset if he wasn't told.

"You're staring, Seaweed Brain." Annabeth's voice jolted me out of my thoughts. I saw two of my favorite girls looking at me. Annabeth's eyes were full of mirth and love, while Zoë was curious. She inherited my messy black hair, but with her mother's gray eyes.

"Daddy, do you think auntie Estelle would like this?" She held up a drawing of a family of dolphins with a pair of owls flying over them. Underneath it, I could make out the words Jackson-Chase family written like the five year old she truly was.

"She'll love it, Little Star." She rewarded me with a beaming smile. There was nothing better than being a father.

"Seaweed Brain, I have something for you." I turned to face Annabeth, who was holding a small box. She motioned for me to open it. Doing it, I found myself unable to breathe for a good reason.

"Are you sure!?" She nodded, and I let out a loud whoop that caused Chiron to raise an eyebrow. "I'm gonna be a father again!" He smiled and congratulated us.

All was right with my world.