Being Chaos

Chapter Two

Time Skip: Two Earth Years, Two Hundred Chaos Years

Percy Jackson's Point of View:

It has been two hundred years since I was rescued, or so I've been told by Luke. During the first week I was here I was unconscious. I've healed as much as I could from that encounter, but I still have scars and the memories to prove it happened. Over my time here I have completely forgiven Luke, I've been forced to become commander of Chaos's Army, and I've regained some friends that I had lost. Luke Castellan and I are now practically brothers, Zoë Nightshade has become the sister figure in my life, and Chaos became a parent figure in my life after she adopted me.

My favorite part of being here is that Zoë's sector, the Arcum Sector, has many old friends. In her sector most use a bow, but they still have some sword fighters in there too, overall it was the strongest section in the army. The Arcum Sector consist of: Michael Yew (Sonic), Castor (Cas), Bianca Di Angelo (Angel), Lee Fletcher (Archer), Charles Beckendorf (Forge), Silena Beauregard (Beauty), Ethan Nakamura (Pirate), Phoebe (Tracker), Kinzie (Forits), Naomi (Animo), and Celyn (Hunter). Occasionally Luke and I would join them to have some fun. All of them had died, but Chaos seems to hate when young heroes die, so most of the Army has died, or been really close to dying. She has us do missions that can vary from fighting a war, too rescuing more demigods, or, our personal favorite, getting her coffee.

The past few hundred years have consist of: training, doing a quick mission, training, getting Chaos coffee, making weapons, training, practicing our powers, and did I mention training?

"-cy. Percy!"

My thoughts were quickly destroyed and I jumped into a defensive stance, "Hey Luke, what do you need?"

Used to my antics, Luke laughed and got into a defensive stance as well, "Chaos needs you. Don't ask me what for, she's in her playful, secretive mood and frankly, I'm a bit scared for you.

"Hmm, interesting. Maybe I'll come back with another body part" I reply with a smile, then quickly throwing an uppercut. Luke dodges and tries to punch me in the jaw, which I gracefully lean back to avoid. I lean back up and grin, "That would have hurt. If it would have hit me. We will train later. I got to get to Chaos. See you later, Luke."

Trailing through to Chaos' tower was always going to be my favorite thing to do. The walls filled with pictures of landscapes from each planet, the soft brownish black carpet under my bare feet, the admirable homey feeling it gave off, even if it was an extremely vast palace. I quickly opened the big, medieval looking wooden doors and made my way in front of her small throne. Chaos always reminded me of Lady Hestia, she hated having people bow to her because of her power and she never wanted a throne. The only reason she has one was because her people asked her too, but she kept it as a chair similar to what you would see at the head of a dining table.

"You wanted to see me, Mother?" I ask hesitantly, already seeing her playful mood that Luke warned me about. She jumped off her throne and gave me a hug, her evergreen smell engulfing me.

"I wanted to give you something for this special day," she announces happily, her eyes changing to a mischievous light plum.

"Why do you guys celebrate this day? It's about me and I prohibit anyone from recognizing this day as something extraordinary, yet you still do it and Luke happily informs me every year. At least Zoë and the Arcum sector follow my request."

"But, Sweetie! It's the day I got the most extraordinary hero under my wing!" She giggled like it was some type of inside joke.

"Mother, we've been over this. I'm not the most extraordinary hero out there, lots of heroes have bested me," I whined to her for the least 100th time.

"Oh shush. We aren't having this argument again even though I'm right. Anyway: your gift needs to be given," a face splitting grin formed on her face before she snapped her fingers.

Suddenly, a tingling sensation formed on my upper back and midnight black wings formed from my shoulder blades. The wings, shaped like an angels, glowed with a faint sea green, exactly like my eyes. I learned that the wingspan depended on the height of the user, me being 6'4" forced the wings to have a span of fourteen feet: seven on each side.

I threw a playful glare at his adoptive mother, "You know, before I came to see you, I joked to Luke that I might come back with a new body part. I thought I'd be kidding."

She smiled at her son, "Go train. You'll have to get used to those."