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

Chapter 4

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

3rd Person POV

The demigods looked at the new arrivals skeptically, one of them looked exhausted for a second until the other whispered something to him and nodded towards them, he immediately straightened.

"Olympians," Cyclone nods to them in greeting. Then fixes his gaze on the demigods, "Your immortal children?" He cocks his head to the side.

"Welcome to Olympus," Hera greets. "It's an honor to have you here." The demigods were surprised at her words, unused to her being 'honored' at having anyone around. Cyclone notices their surprised and fixes his gaze, once again, on the one that seems to be their leader.

"I am Cyclone, heir to Chaos's throne, some people refer to me as the prince of the universe."

Jason takes a deep breath, unnerved by Cyclones, cold, calculating stare. "Jason Grace, son of Zeus." Jason walks up to Cyclone and offers his hand, they shake.

"Nice to meet you, Jason Grace." He nudges Dorian.

"Wha- Oh right, Dorian, Captain of his guard, different people call me different titles. I call me his advisor, his-" Cyclone raises his eyebrows at Dorian.

"My what?"

"Servant, I am your servant, ya know, I'd do whatever you asked," He lied. Dorian rarely listened to Cyclones direct orders, he was most likely going to say something like second in command. In a way it was true, but Cyclone would never admit it, Dorian's ego was big enough as it was.

"Okay, if that's what you call yourself." Cyclone shrugged. Dorian holds out his hand for Jason to shake. The rest of the demigods followed suit, introducing themselves to the two.

"Now that the formalities are done, we should get down to business," Cyclone announced. "Order is aiding Ouranos, who in turn wants to destroy the gods, nothing new. Chaos is keeping Order from attacking any other planets, so it's our job to stop Ouranos from taking over this one. From what I've observed any enemies to the gods tries to take out the demigods first. I think it would be best if Dorian and I stayed at the camp, to be prepared, maybe even help train them."

Zeus thinks this over, "Okay I will contact Chiron immediately." Cyclone nods and Zeus disappears along with many other gods. Cyclone walks over to the hearth and sits by Hestia.

"Hello," he says to her. She looks surprised that he noticed her.

"Hello," she smiles warmly. "I'm Hestia, in case you didn't know."

"Cyclone," he holds his hand out to her.

"You sound exhausted," she shakes his hand.

"You have no idea," he smiles. "Creating portals for so many people is draining."

"Is that your real name? Cyclone?" She asks.

"Can you keep a secret?" He asks, sighing.

"Of course."

"No, that isn't my real name. At least not technically, or so I'm told. I lost my memories a long time ago, almost everything I know about my life before was from other people telling me."

"Can I try something?"

"What?"

"To send you home." She states.

"I- yeah you can try, I don't really know my home." He pauses and turns to Dorian. "I'll meet you at the camp." Dorian nods. "Okay I'm-" But she had already sent him.

Popping into an empty cabin wasn't what I expected. There were multiple bunk beds, that looked unused. A layer of dust covered the cabin, clearly no one had been here in a while. I walk outside and find I'm at a camp, Camp Half-Blood I presume.

"Hey!" Someone shouts from behind me, I was to busy studying the cabins nearby to notice someone approaching. "Who are you?"

"Cyclone, you?"

"Clarisse , and stay away from that cabin, it's Percy's."

"Percy Jackson?"

"How do you know who he is?" Her hand edges towards her knife.

"Because he is the heir of Chaos," Jason calls from behind him. "Prince of the universe." He grins a little.

Clarisse snorts, "This kid is the heir to chaos? You have got to be kidding me." She looks at Cyclone with a sneer. "To pretty."

"Ah, the looks. How often do you expect a pretty face to be able to explode your planet with a snap of his fingers? Do you expect me to be the most known assassin in the universe? My looks are a weapon and that is all." Cyclone stares at Clarisse until she gets un-comfy and walks away muttering under hear breath, nothing good by the sound if it.

"Most known assassin?" Jason raises an eyebrow in question.

"Something like that." Cyclone grins at him.

"So, is your name really Cyclone?"

"No, but don't ask me what it really is, I wont tell you. Dorian usually calls me Cy, you can to if you like." Jason nods in acceptance.

"So, are you just going to camp out here until someone comes and tries to kill us all?"

"That's the idea, Dorian and I can help around camp with training and stuff if you'd like."

"That'd be great," Jason grins until his eyes fall on the cabin closest to them. "Hestia," Jason breaths. "She said she was going to send you home." Cyclone stares at Jason impassively. "Percy?" He asks quietly.

Cyclone breaths out deeply. "That took all of two seconds for you to figure out," he shakes his head sadly. "I was Percy."

"Where have you been?" Jason shouts.

"Keep your voice down," Cyclone frowns. "You obviously know where I have been, with Chaos."

"Wait, you said 'I was Percy', what does that mean?"

"My memories were taken from me, I don't remember being Percy, I'm not Percy, I'm Cyclone."

"We can get your memories back," Jason argues. "We have to tell everyone, they've been so worried about you. Poseidon hasn't been active, he's barely himself, or so I've heard. This will-"

"Do nothing." Cyclone states coldly. "You will not tell anyone, I'm not Percy, I'm not the person they'll want me to be." Cyclone hadn't noticed that his power was leaking out, but Jason had, he lost all the color in his face and had stepped back.

"Percy," Jason pleaded.

Cyclone reined in his power. "I'm sorry, that has always been a touchy subject for me. Just, don't tell anyone, they'll most likely find out on their own, and I'm not ready for the questions." Cyclone silently hoped no one else found out.

"I'll keep it a secret," Jason resigns. "But if someone asks if you are Percy I wont lie."

"I don't expect you to."

"Okay," Jason sighs. "Want a tour?"

"That would be great."