Being Chaos

Chapter Nine

Uh, Hello? Thank you for 3.3K reads! I don't know why anyone reads this horrible story... Anyway, I'm sorry for the long wait for this short, pathetic chapter. My reasoning is that school is hitting me hard, my grades are dropping, and track has started. My homework isn't finished until at least 10, usually midnight though. It takes me a long time to get to sleep anyway and I play two instruments and I barely practice anymore because of homework, and the rare occasions where I am not busy, I'll either be sleeping or reading, but mostly sleeping. I'll try to update more, thanks for understanding.

Third Person Point of View

Location: Olympus Throne Room

Poseidon mind was racing. His son, missing for five long years, was alive. Perseus radiated power, stronger than all of the gods, but he seemed to hold a burden. Luke had mentioned that it had been a few hundred years, meaning that Percy had gained immortality. He turned to ask but Luke and Zoë were bickering in the corner. As he walked towards them, they tensed and stopped talking.

"What is it? What's wrong? Is Percy okay?"

Luke sighed and turned towards the god, "Yes, Poseidon, Percy is fine. It's just that one of our teammates has informed us of another declaration of war. Which means that he'll be arriving back here soon,"

Just as he finished his statement, Percy and Annabeth appeared. Annabeth looked a little shocked and nauseous.

"Luke and Lady Hestia could you please attend to Annabeth? I just explained everything to her. Could the rest of you not interfere, please?"

Luke ran to Annabeth and Zoë stood guard near Percy, as she had done for him millions of times.

Perseus split his body again. A second after, Theseus, Lee Fletcher, and Michael Yew appeared. Percy snapped his fingers and they were all encased in armor.

"Bring Arcum and Veterum. Inform Angel. Code Ajax. Level Eight. Hit them hard. Dismissed," he commanded before his duplicate and companions saluted him and disappeared.

Percy sighed and ran a hand down his face while Zoë rubbed his shoulder in a sisterly way. Poseidon started to walk towards his son before a groan was heard. They all turned to see Apollo slowly gaining consciousness. Zoë hopefully glanced up at Percy and he smiled a bit before responding.

"No Zoë, you may not knock him out again," Zoë sighed and Percy continued, "I am delaying the inevitable, they have to know. Father could you go sit on your throne? Lady Hestia and Lord Hades would you please sit by the hearth? Zoë to my left please and Luke, bring Annabeth to Lady Hestia before standing to my right."

They did as they were told, without question. Percy and his companions stood with their backs straight, their shoulders back, and poker faces decorating their features. The new Chaos took a deep breath and every unconscious being in the room woke.