Percy Jackson, son of Chaos

Chapter 1 - Death

Before starting, I wanna apologize for being absent all last week, but I had a malfuction of my internet server and it wasn't until yesterday that I managed to recover it. However, that's not important now!

Anyway, this story was born thanks to a collaboration between me and former writer/user Mjavery9. I say former becuase Mjavery9 has decided to move forward this writing gig and, I wish him/her all the luck in the world!

If you recognize the first twenty chapters, that's because I took them straight from Mjavery9's account, so please don't start saying 'oh, that story is not original' or 'oh, someone is copying your idea!'

You've been warned!

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3rd Person's PoV

Running.

That was all Percy could do.

Run.

When did his life make this 180 degree turn and force him to run? Why did he have to follow the paradigm of 'the good have the worst luck'? How did all this start?

Percy couldn't even remember. But there was one event that will never be forgotten from his mind..../

~Flashback~

He was walking by the shore of Camp Half-Blood lake, a book in his hand and the other one nervously playing with something inside his pocket. He was about to meet his long-time girlfriend, Annabeth. But, today wasn't just a normal date. He was going to propose to her. Well, more like propose to her, to live with him. As sure as he was about marrying Annabeth, he wanted to take the correct steps and not being accused of having 'seaweed for a brain'. The book was actually a catalog of different places where they could start their new lives together.

It was safe to say that he was excited.

But, all that changed when he arrived to the location of their date. Annabeth, with her punctuality obsession, had arrived before him. She was alone, but it was her position that iced Percy's blood: she was lying on the sand, her knife out of her sheath and next to her, blood was gathering in a pool around her almost lifeless body.

"ANNABETH!" He screamed like he never screamed before. He didn't care if he was dragging the wrong attention towards them. He ran to her side, kneeling next to her and grasping her head in his hands, "Annabeth... c'mon, Wise Girl, I'm here..."

"Pe- Percy?" Her voice was hoarse and low and she was getting weaker by the minute. Percy smiled at her, trying not to show how scared he actually was. "I- I fo-ught, Percy..."

"I know you did, love..." He reassured her, moving some of her curls off her face. "Help is on the way, hang on..." But Annabeth was smart enough to know that help wasn't coming.

"Pro- promise me..." She stuttered, her bloody fingers trying to reach his face. Percy didn't hesitate and grabbed her hand in his, "M-move on..."

"Don't ask me that... you can't ask me that." He begged her, "You're gonna be alright."

"P-Perce, I- I lo-ve you." She muttered, her grey eyes staring at him for the last time. Men don't cry, that's how the saying goes. But Percy didn't care. He shed all the tears he wanted and then, some more. The lakes, rivers, oceans, and seas all exploded. Tsunamis began to form and boats sway dangerously, letting the world know the mood of thee son of Poseidon. Someone just murdered the love of his life and he wasn't there to defend her. He placed Annabeth's body in his lap and hugged her closer to him.

"I love you, Annabeth... and I'll never move on from you..." He vowed, whispering in her ear. "I'll find whoever did this to you and I'll avenge you. I swear it on the Styx." Thunder boomed above from the heavens.

Foolish things had been done in the name of love. But only dangerous things are always driven by revenge. And, whoever stared at Perseus Jackson's eyes at that moment, would see the promise in them. That, however, didn't seem enough of a warning for Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and Annabeth's mother.

"Get your hands off my daughter, you murderer!" She shouted at him. Percy wasn't listening. Deep inside of him he knew that, the moment he let go of Annabeth, would be the moment he'd lose his reason to live. He wouldn't be insane, but he'd not think logically.

"I just found her..." He explained, but he didn't care who heard or who believed him. He was already sick of the gods and their meddling. He just wanted a simple life with his love, and even that was taken from him too.

"Lies!" Athena seemed to be the one not hearing reasons, apparently, "I knew better than to let you date my daughter! You destroyed the balance of our rivalry and my daughter paid the price, killer!" By now, a large crowd was forming, at a considerable distance, considering they had to deal with an angry goddess and a broken son of the sea.

"I. Did. Not. Kill. Her!" Percy snapped at her, but Athena was beyond reason now. With a snap of her fingers, Annabeth's body flashed out of Perseus' embrace and into Athena's welcoming arms. "Annabeth!" Athena sobbed.

"I proclaim the exile of Perseus Jackson from this Camp until he answers from his crimes!" Percy couldn't do more than to glance at his friends, who were as shocked as he was. "Daddy dearest won't protect you now... he said nothing on your defense." Athena's smile was mockingly evil and Percy had no more options, other than gather Annabeth's fallen weapons and run out of Camp. But he heard the last words from Mr. D.

"Release the harpies."

~Flashback End~

That was two hours ago and Percy had been running ever since, questions in his mind. Who killed Annabeth? Why did only Athena show up? Why was he framed? Who framed him? Going to his mother was not an option, and she'd be safer if he didn't show up.

"I've never seen so much love and resolve in someone," He heard the voice coming from around, but saw no one. "Do not fear, Perseus... I'm not like my descendants."

"Show yourself then!" Percy replied the first thing in mind. In front of him, a figured shimmered from the shadows, "Who- What are you?"

"I'm the one who would not lie to you... I'm the Creator, Chaos to be exact." The figure didn't take either gender shape, and just pointed at a speechless Percy. "Another powerful enemy soon will rise, Perseus... this was only the beginning of a long journey that will allow you to complete your promise to your beloved one."

"Tell me what to do." Percy was all ears.

"You'll take your place next to me as a god, and I'll grant your wish... join me as my son and Commander and I'll give you the revenge you seek." This got Percy kneeling in front of the shadows.

"As you say... Father."