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

Chapter 8

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

3rd Person POV

The demigods, the heir of Chaos, and the captain of his guard ran to the border. An army of monsters were outside of the camp borders.

"They cant get through the borders," came a demigods voice.

"I wouldn't be so certain of that," the demigods started at the coldness in Percy's voice, they couldn't believe that such coldness could come from their hero, their friend.

"What do you want us to do?" Jason asks. Always the voice of reason.

"Stay out of my way. This isn't supposed to be a battle, it's a confrontation. Ouranos is prideful, he wants everyone to know he's powerful, and how does he do that, take out the most powerful enemy he can get his hands on. Me," Percy sighs. "And I'm now at a disadvantage because by now one of the monsters have recognized me as Percy and is reporting back to him to say it's me, though he might not know I'm Cyclone as well." Percy looks to Dorian inquiringly.

"I think you can go in there the cocky demigod that has defeated two powerful beings and you want to challenge him, because the almighty Cyclone is cowering behind a bunch of half-gods," Dorian replies smirking.

Cyclone thought of all the possible scenario's that will come of this plan, the odds were something bad was going to happen. Best not tell Dorian of these odds, it'll either incite him to this plan more, or end with him doing something terribly stupid.

"Guess I don't have much of a choice," Cyclone has a silent conversation with Dorian. Dorian nods.

"Everyone stay back, and be prepared, if things go south you'll need to be prepared for the worst. Blonde Superman," Dorian looks to Jason, who looks quiet exasperated with him. "Go warn the rest of the camp, all of your allies, the gods, I don't care whoever you see fit to warn." Jason nods, ever the dutiful soldier. "Don't do something stupid, A.K.A something you would do." Cyclone rolls his eyes and starts walking forwards.

"I could say the same for you," he replies. Dorian grimaces and starts herding the to loyal for their own good demigods back.

"You'll just be a hindrance to him."

"But it's Percy-" Dorian cuts Hazel off before she can finish her sentence.

"No he's not, he may look like Percy, have some of the same personality traits as Percy, and have some of Percy's memories but he isn't Percy, he hasn't been in a while. And the sooner you realize that the better." Dorian didn't mean to be harsh or rude, but something changed in his friends, as if he had dropped a great burden back on their shoulders. "You'll have to learn to see him in a new light, Cy's a good person, but he isn't the same person." He says softly.

The demigods inhale in unison, they had been through a lot in their lives, this is just another obstacle for them to overcome. They started walking backwards not taking their eyes off of their friend, not letting him out of their sight again.

Percy's POV

Walking forward I realize I'm not fearful for myself, only for the people behind me. When had I become such a softy? I ask myself internally, though I know the answer, this camp is making me all mushy. Sighing I summon my inner Percy. I know of my old knack for making immortals hate me, kind of an accomplishment if you ask me, and a good way to keep his attention away from the people behind me.

Ouranos steps forward as well, "I've heard of you, Perseus Jackson, my minions inform-" I cut him off, because I'm Percy and I do stuff like that.

"You that I'm the greatest, and I've killed at least half of them twice," I grin and bow, like a performer to his audience. "Nice to know my reputation proceeds me." I hold my hand to stop him before he starts talking again, Ouranos eyes blaze with hate and pure rage, good, pleasantries were never my strong suit. "Now before you lecture me on how I'm just a puny demigod and I have no chance against you, you should know that, personally, I don't care what you think my odds are. I've already been told this by your youngest titan son, a bunch of your giant children and your ex-wife, who are all scattered in the nastiest parts of Tartarus, where they belong." I smile with mock sweetness.

"You are not worth my time, weakling, get the heir before I incinerate this puny camp I want to scatter his remains in the nastiest parts of Tartarus. Which reminds me," he grins, evilly. "Tartarus also has a vendetta against you, it while be fun dragging you to his realm to watch him finish the job he so desperately wants to finish." Clearly he expects a show of emotions from this comment, maybe I should shiver in fear? Instead I give him my best psychopath smile, which clearly disturbs him.

"I'd like for you to try," I raise my hands in a come at me gesture, and he charges. Throughout the exchange I had been putting shields in front of all of the demigods behind me, it'll last as long as my power does.

Ouranos moves quickly and deceptively, if I were actually a demigod I wouldn't of stood a chance. Ouranos also knows this so I make a show of barely dodging his strikes. Ouranos powers lash out at me, and instantly my powers force there way up, I moved quickly so he doesn't see the flash of my real eye color.

Ouranos hisses when I slash my sword across his thigh, "The heir is blocking my powers." Not for much longer unfortunately, the shield that is protecting the demigods is also being attacked by his powers. Best he not find out that I'm fighting on three fronts right now. "Hiding behind such disgusting creatures, mortals," he sneers. "Useless."

"Well this mortal is currently holding his own, which is more to say than you," looking pointedly at the cut on his thigh which still hadn't healed thanks to my powers. I grin tauntingly. Ouranos roars, charging me with renewed hate.

"Whatever happened to your pretty little girlfriend, the blonde haired, grey eyed one. I wonder," he grinned, yet again evilly. "Has Tartarus finished torturing her soul?" An image of the girl he was describing flashes in my head, and I stumble, Ouranos uses this moment to slash across my stomach. If a had been mortal, I would've been dead instantly, the fact that I wasn't takes Ouranos off guard. Without thinking, overly angry for some odd reason that I cant fathom, I turn back to my Cyclone form letting my shields down and my powers loose.

"Where is she?" Some part of me hisses.