Epsilon and his Army of Chaos (Watty's 2013) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 22: The War Is Upon Us

Just a reminder, this was started before the House of Hades, so if something is wrong and doesn't fit in the book, sorry, but I need to keep with my story line which involves Leo dying at the doors of death, which doesn't actually happen. I'll try not to include spoilers, but if I accidentally do, I'm sorry.

I'm also using the map from the Demigod Files, so that's how I'm planning everything.

The chapter is dedicated to papillons_rule for their comment, "Yay! I love your story!! I live by a quote stating "don't argue with idiots, they'll just bring you down to their level and beat you with experience." Whoever says this story is not spectacular is an idiot!! Please oh pretty please update you have me on the edge of my seat! Oh my favorite part of the son of Neptune is when Percy 'out talks' Octavian!!! Keep on writing girl!!!!" Thanks papillons_rule!

Chapter 22, here you go ...

Chapter 22: The War Is Upon Us - Azelle's POV

(AN: Let's have a sneak peak into our new girls mind)

I followed Percy and Annabeth down the hill to camp, trying to stop my jaw from dropping.

When you spend your whole life in a dark castle that has the wonderful colour scheme of black, black, black and grey, you savour all the colour and excitement you can.

Through the excitement of being free, a huge bubble of panic and fear was expanding in my chest. I'd master the basics of fighting with a knife with the help of Annabeth, and Percy taught me how to use my powers. I wasn't as strong as him, of course, but I could do enough.

I was so lost in thought that I wasn't paying attention to walking. I stepped on a wet patch of grass and would've gone sliding down the hill if it wasn't for the boy who walked behind me. He caught me just as I fell, then steadied me and helped me regain my footing.

'Thanks,' I breathed.

'No problem.'

He pulled back his hood revealing wild, curly, brown hair and warm brown eyes. He had a smile that said never to give him too much coffee.

'I'm Flames,' he said, offering his hand, 'But you can call me Leo.'

I took his hand and shook it carefully, 'Nice to meet you, Leo.'

His chaotic smile grew wider. We walked side by side down the hill in silence. I could tell Leo was a good guy. He told me about how he died closing the doors of death, I told him about my time as a prisoner. Leo was a good listener.

At some point, Percy glanced back at me, smiling. But a frown threatened to overcome the smile. I didn't understand.

I was excited to meet Percy, too. For the last decade, whenever I helped prisoners escape, they would tell me that when they got out, they would live on to be like Perseus Jackson. I would listen eargerly as they told me of the brave soul who saved Olympus twice, before disappearing forever.

Now, the very same person-my idol-was walking in front of me as my half-brother.

We reached the bottom of the hill and kept walking, heading towards an enormous blue building. As we walked, I rejoiced in the numerous colours, many of which I'd never seen before.

Leo pointed out the volleyball courts as we passed. I wasn't sure what volleyball was, but it sounded dangerous and exciting.

As we neared our destination, I saw Luke pull his hood back up. I guess he was still worried about what people would think of him.