Percy Jackson, Angel of Chaos

Chapter 8: Percy's Alive!

Disclaimer; I didn't write the PJO books *sob*

Artemis's P.O.V

I groaned as I paced the room. I was waiting on the other Gods, demigods, hunters, Amazons and nature spirits for the meeting in the throne room.

Archangel had been gone for two days now, and I was really beginning to panic. Why did he offer himself for me? What have I ever done for him?

But the worst part was that I knew that he was being tortured, because about half an hour after he was taken, Skia suddenly began to scream in pain. Huge wounds covered her body, and she shook like she was being electrocuted.

But somehow, Archangel managed to dull their link together. He could never completely sever it, since they were bound by all but blood. But Skia still knew when he was in pain, and by the way she was kicking out every so often, it was a lot.

The Chaotic Angels had been trying to contact Chaos constantly, but something was interfering with their universal "signal". Many times I had caught Isle, Gem, Belle and even Poison (who didn't seem like the person who'd show weakness) crying. Delta was virtually going insane, but Violet somehow managed to keep him calm enough so that he didn't destroy anything. I could tell that Forge was also worried, but was trying to be strong for the others.

I wondered why they were this bothered. Many times when I saw a leader being taken, the others usually rejoice at the chance to move up a rank, but the Angels seemed genuinely terrified. When I asked them about this, they sighed and said "He has saved us too many times to count, most of the time not caring for his own life".

I was pulled from my thoughts as everyone arrived in bright golden flashes. I stopped pacing and ran to my throne. There was a weak flash, and Poseidon appeared next to his throne. My breath caught in my throat when I saw him.

His normally shiny black hair was a dull grey, and his eyes were dim and glazed. His skin was ashen and thin. It had been a few hundred years since we last saw him, but he looked to have aged thousands. He hasn't smiled or laughed since it happened. His broken eyes stared at the spot where Percy had died all those years ago.

I saw tears gather in most of the Olympians eyes at the sight of him. Zeus and Athena looked distraught as they watched Poseidon slowly die of guilt and grief.

We all despised ourselves for what we did to Percy, but none more than his father. He loved Percy with all his heart, and it broke him to watch him die as he did.

We all sat on our thrones, and waited for the meeting to begin.

"We are here today to disc-"Zeus began but was cut off by a sudden yell from Delta, who was stood in front of a swirling black mist.

"CHAOS!" Delta yelled into the mist. A large pitch black man appeared inside the mist.

"What's wrong?" He asked, obvious concern in his voice.

"Archangel's been taken by Order! He's been gone for two days now! We need your help." Delta rushed, and a look of pure panic and worry crossed Chaos's face. He obviously cares about him, I thought.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" Chaos demanded.

"We couldn't! We think Order was interfering with our communications!" Delta replied.

"I'm coming right now. I suggest that you reveal your identities, it will help with trust" Chaos said, and turned to a servant behind him.

"You're in charge of Utopia while I'm gone. Try not to wreck it." Chaos said and ran off, leaving a very terrified and confused little boy.