Percy Jackson and the Dark Elites

III

Percy

Percy hadn't meant to kill anyone. He did just what he was supposed to do. He put on the iris message blocker and traveled to the borders of camp. He began walking west on the road by camp when a car came at 6:57, and took him to the airport.

The idea was that the cuffs Iris gave them not only hid them from demigods but from gods as well. So hopefully, Zeus wouldn't blast him out of the sky if he flew to Nevada. That was the place Trial was headed for right now.

As he and the mystery man drove to JFK airport, Percy's mind wandered to what his life would be like if he never met Trial.

Happily at camp, girlfriend, possibly adopted sister, hopefully in law; someday. Now that someday was gone.

Not that it ever would've. Chaos would slowly move forward with his plan, involving the camp in another war, and according to his skills of persuasion, another civil war. He would force them to fight against each other.

See, Chaos had been running a demigod industry for years. Creating... Chaos.

When Percy went looking for Grover that three weeks after Gaea died, he saw someone hiding in the bushes.

A shorter girl, maybe just above five feet, with short brown hair and brown eyes. A slight rim of Hazel danced around the borders of her Iris.

For a moment he thought she was a camper, but she tried to hide when he saw her.

Of course, her name wasn't Trial. But she never told her his name. After lots of convincing, she showed him nine photographs. Young demigod children. A couple recognizable a couple not.

Abigail, Jack, and Carter weren't at camp yet.

The photographs were hand-delivered to her apartment. She said they were threats. Chaos' next targets. Percy promised to track down the kids and tell her who they were.

So many people were going through the gates to the different camps it wouldn't be weird if he did. Especially since he was at Camp Jupiter first.

Percy promised to find them if she told him the name of the man who had given her these photographs then, and when she came back to learn who they were she had to tell Percy about him.

His name was Chaos. Instantly little bits of information Annabeth had given him over the years locked into place. He was a little scared that she meant Chaos, the creator of the universe.

The problem was they didn't know if Chaos was just a cover, like the names Trial or Inferno, or if it was the real deal. But he finally got the information he needed.

Chaos or not, this man was bad news. He took young demigods and hid them from their parents, using the same very technology that was wrapped around Percy's wrist now.

Then he tortured them, brainwashed them, made them fight to the death until they had perfectly submitted to be Chaos' assassins.

He was such a well-kept secret, he was involved in things they both did or didn't know about.

He had young assassins in Kronos' army at the battle of Manhattan, spying for him; people hidden on the roman side cheering for war against the Greeks. If they were in Camp Jupiter, they had to be in Camp Half-Blood too. So Percy never openly asked about him. He just waited. He listened.

Suddenly every camper could be his enemy.

After several messages from Trial, Percy was still deciding whether or not he wanted to get involved.