Okay, today they showed up at Camp.
Chaos and his three sisters.
The first one, Galatea, was beautiful in a regal way, like Annabeth and Zoë.
She wore a cape of stars.
Galatea controlled Constallia, the land of stars. Without her, there would be no light, no stars. She was the elder sister of Chaos.
The second one, Dawn, looked pretty in a serene and gentle way, like the sunrise.
Her cape was the ranging colours of pink, purple, orange, red, and blue.
She controlled the shades of day, and the colour of night.
She was the first youngest sister of Chaos.
The last sister, Bloom, just by looks, could tell that she was quite vivacious.
Her upturned and pointy features and her short little cape of flowers proved it.
The youngest member of the household.
Then came Chaos himself. He wore his cloak of Chaos.
"Gods and Demigods. Primordials and Archangels. We must unite, to destroy The Threat!" Chaos announced, drawing his chaotic blade.
We all cheered in response.
Zeus looked miffed about not being in charge.
I did not care.
Meanwhile, Annabeth stood in a corner, polishing her knives.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Look, I'm just worried about Percy. Just like I was about you when you hosted Kronos." She stammered.
"It's gonna be fine. Meanwhile, let's get ready for the Welcoming Ceremony." I said.
With my arm around her, we went to the dining pavilion.
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Archangels: Uncontainable
Fanfiction**The first book of the Archangels series.** This is how one member of the Chaos army proves himself. This is how he makes amends for all the wrongs he did in his life. This is about Luke Castellan.
