A New Order of Chaos

Inevitable Confrontations 5x1

When you summon the Guards of Chaos to a meeting, things don't always tend to go the way you expect.

That's how Percy calmed his conscience about the upcoming events.

He walked into the room that they were told to be with Annabeth next to him. As usual, the Guards had all arrived before the rest of the present people, and they looked around.

"Old habits die hard..." Phoebe explained, shrugging her shoulders, when she sat down, surrounded by Michael and Lee. Percy smiled at Phoebe upon the unasked question. He took a seat next to the edge of the table, while Annabeth sat on his armchair.

"Does anyone has any idea why we're being summoned here?" Frank wondered, looking around and placing an arm around Hazel.

"My only comment is that is weird being summoned for someone other than Chaos..." Luke crossed his arms from the end of the room, leaned against the wall "Before, I just felt like I was being grounded... Now, I feel like I'm walking to the guillotine..."

"Be careful what you wish for, Castellan" Zoë mumbled, sitting down around the table and close to Phoebe "You might get what you wish for..."

"Before this turns into a battlefield-" Jason interrupted whatever Luke was about to say to Zoë "-I think that this could be a trap, but not a trap for us"

"Who would want Reyna to trap?" Annabeth questioned, out loud "She must think that there's a traitor in her ranks, or someone is planning something against her..." she thought, immerse in her own world. Percy placed a hand over her, in a silent way of support towards her.

"Whatever this is, we'll hear before acting, understood?" Percy ordered, in a serious manner. The rest of the Guards nodded. In that instant, Reyna knocked on the door and walking in, with a serious face. Immediately, all the Guards were on guard and that pleased Reyna, Percy could see it on her face.

"I hate to ask for this, but you must put your hoods on. Members of the Senate and other Centurions would be joining us, as well as the Head Councilors and Centurions that already know..." Reyna specified, with a very formal way. Percy nodded, while the Guards and himself placed on their hoods, covering up their identities. Reyna nodded and opened the door fully open.

The first group that walked inside were Dakota and Gwen, accompanied with a couple that Percy remembered vaguely as part of the First and Fourth Cohort, but that were against Camp Jupiter's attack to Camp Half-Blood. Right behind, and with their formal clothes, the members of the Senate and the rest of the Centurions, who were hanging their swords from their hips, as if they were hoping for a surprise attack. All of them were cornered, from Percy's point of view, on the left with a perfect view of the door.

Behind them, Thalia, Hylla and the Head Councilors of every cabin walked in. Leaded by Nico and Will, Clarisse, Katie, Travis and Connor, Lou, Jake, Butch carrying a sleepy Clovis, the sister Holly and Laurel, Drew, Pollux, and the seconds-in-commands of other cabins, Damien, Chiara, Paolo, among others that Percy didn't know, but welcomed. After all, they were family.

"Can someone tell us why we're meeting with... them?" one of the Centurions spoke up, clearly voicing his power inside the Senate and other members of the Cohorts.

"Roman, you better treat the with respect, as they helped you and the rest of your Cohort to stay alive in the last battle" the Centurion that walked in with Dakota stopped the rudeness of his fellow Centurion. Percy raised an eyebrow under his hood, but kept in silence. The guy, Roman, nodded his head, but never changed his serious frown.

"Though Roman's words were spoken in a rude tone, I'd like to wonder why are we here..." Katie said, gently. Percy smiled at Katie's subtle way to know things, which made her perfect to deal with Travis' troubles and tantrums.