Percy Jackson and the Armies of Chaos ~ Complete

Night

     Alkaios's POV

     When Alkaios whirled back to the castle, he was greeted personally by Chaos. He was in the dining room, where everyone else was staring at him.

      "Alkaios." He said respectfully. "You have proven yourself to be strong, dedicated, and ruthless. You are a powerful warrior, and because of this, you have been proven yourself worthy of the Seraphim." Alkaios didn't let a speck of emotion cross his face. He wasn't Percy Jackson anymore. He completed thousands of missions, and he never failed a single one.

     He stalked up the steps, his cloak sweeping around him, the hood pulled up high obscuring his eyes. He knew of his power, he knew it's limits, he knew when he had to give up. And that was what made him such a good warrior. But he knew that he was powerful. Not the most powerful being, of course, but powerful. More powerful than the gods. 

      Having hundreds of years to hone his craft, his power, he was more powerful than he had ever been before.

      He didn't use water anymore. Chaos, a few hundred years ago, had gifted him with the powers of darkness.

     But back to the present day, he stared at the Seraphim seated at the table. Most of them seemed slightly intimidated, except for Era. She rolled her eyes at his hood, and looked away. 

      "What seat would you like?" Chaos said, gesturing to the two seats left.

      Alkaios didn't hesitate. He walked right past the carved wooden chair with the symbol for water, and sat down at Night. His back pressed against the carved star. He looked out from under his hood at all of his friends and enemies seated around the dining table.

      "Welcome, Alkaios of the Night." They coursed. "Of assassination." So that was what Night stood for. It wasn't that bad of course.

      He gave them a terse nod, and ignored them for the rest of the meal, instead focusing on the people seated around him.

     "I suppose you know who we are." Era said, sipping from her drink. It made her surprisingly... normal.

     "I do know some things about you guys." Alkaios admitted. "But not much. How long have you been here?" He asked, his old, curious personality resurfacing for a second. 

      Era paused for a moment. "Aeons." Alkaios felt his jaw drop open. More than a billion years?

     "Ignore her," said Earth cheerfully. "She's just a sullen brat. My name is Spraiya!" She cheerfully smiled at him, ignoring the glare that Era gave her that promised death at the next opportunity.

     Alkaios was starting to figure these people out.

     He nodded, and said, "My name is Alkaios." 

     Later in the day...

     "We get to see them fight?" Alkaios asked incredulously. Spraiya looked at him funnily. 

     "You've never had a training day? You've been here for almost a thousand years!"

     "I was always on missions!"

     "They happen every Thursday!"

     "How do you think I climbed the ranks so fast?"

     Spraiya rolled her eyes. "Unbelievable," she said, as Alkaios's old friends walked over.

     "Congradulations!" Cheered Cole. "I'm still a long way off..." He lamented. Alkaios opened his mouth to say something, but then... 

     Alkaios looked towards the arena, where Aiyla of the Air and Hale of Fire were fighting. His eyes widened. He thought he might be powerful, but these people...

     Aiyla used a staff, and she whipped up the winds so that she flew, and then she launched a double attack of a whirlwind combined with lightning at Hale. Hale blocked in an instant, a flame shield springing up from the ground as the crowd gasped. He retaliated by flinging ten fireballs at her, and she dove out of the way, landing in a crouch on the ground, so heavily that dust flew up everywhere. Aiyla used the cover to dash towards Hale, her staff held out in front of her, using the wind to speed her steps. She flew towards him, and a blade clicked out of her staff. She held the blade to Hale's neck.

     "I win." She purred. The fight had barely lasted five minutes. Alkaios was in shock. These were the people who he would fight with against Order? He didn't see how Order could possibly win.

     He watched the various fights as they happened one after another, until Chaos called out, "And now... the newest addition to our Seraphim... Alkaios!"

     Alkaios stood in shock for a few seconds, and then... "Wat?" (Yes I meant to spell it like that, because that's how he said it. Wat?)

     "Get in the ring." Chaos said, pointing. Era looked shifty all of a sudden, turning her head away.

     "And, you guessed it, as is per the drill, the newbie faces Era!" Chaos announced. Alkaios thought he was about to faint.

     Era prowled into the ring, looking like a panther stalking prey.

     Alkaios bent his knees in a fighting stance, drawing his sword, The Reaper of Souls. It was made of black stone that caused extreme pain to whatever it hit.

     Era smirked at him, her armor glistening, and her hair in it's high ponytail. (If you want to see what Era looks like, I based her off of a character in a game called Overwatch. The name of the character is Widowmaker. Her skin is obviously not blue, of course. Look at the skin for Widowmaker called Rose. That's what Era looks like. I DO NOT OWN OVERWATCH OR WIDOWMAKER OR ANYTHING THAT HAS TO DO WITH OVERWATCH THANK YOU) Alkaios had the good sense to be frightened of her.

     "BEGIN!" Shouted Chaos gleefully, almost rubbing his hands together in delight.

     Era glanced at his sword, and laughed. "That toothpick won't do much." She snarled.

     "Oh yeah?" Alkaios replied, circling slowly. "Why not?"

      Era crossed her arms. "I'm ancient." She purred. "I've faced worse." She then spread out her arms... and wings snapped out from her back. The crowd gasped.

     "It's true?" They whispered.

     "Why did she take them out for this fight? She's never done it before."

     Alkaios barely heard them. He was to busy staring at the wings.

     They were made of black feathers that looked slightly metallic, they shimmered like her hair, an spill of ink, of oil, in the ocean. Some of the wings were edged with silver, giving the impression of a starry night sky.

     "I am a primordial," She said, her voice a low growl. "One that no one knew about, no stories were told about me, no songs were sung. And that's just how I like it. I am wind and dust and mist and snow. My name is the chill down your spine every time you enter the dark. I am Era." She said, raising her hands, her wings spreading to their fullest. And then darkness erupted.

     It pelted his face and his limbs, his sword falling, forgotten, to the ground. It stung and burned with the agony of loss and grief. It didn't harm him physically, but the darkness reached into his mind, and brought forth his darkness fears. All around him he saw his friends dying, the world destroyed. He felt a thousand blades against his flesh.

     Claws hooked into his mind, and he knew that with one snap of her fingers, he would turn into nothing more than a memory.

     "That's enough Era." Barked Chaos. And the darkness retreated, the claws unlatched his mind. Alkaios collapsed, and Era stalked over towards him.

     "You think you can challenge me, Percy?" She whispered quietly, her voice the cold steel of a blade.

     Percy. His forgotten name. He hadn't heard it in so long...

     Era smirked, and stalked away, leaving him kneeling in the dust.

     And Alkaios decided that he hated Era.