It's been forever on here! But only a week on my Fanfic account. I've spared you the trouble of reading my old A/N because that's so in the past. I have these chapter on a USB so hopefully it won't take long to post them all. If you can't wait that long, read on my Fanfiction account. My username is the same minus the 1, so dorylover. :)
Disclaimer: Still don't own Percy Jackson. My friend and I are working on that though.
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Zeta's POV (Percy)
Sam and I skidded around the corner of Chaos' personal mansion. Chaos' mansion is actually pretty small. He only lives with the bare necessities, but after about 50 years of nagging I finally got him to upgrade his kitchen. Hey, 17 year old boy here, I need food.
Another thing should be explained I got accepted into Chaos' army, I got granted full immortality. The immortality was to make sure I didn't die in battle for one thing, but was also to help me not burn up if when I did magic. Chaos was really nervous that his first apprentice would snap his fingers once and then die. I think his main reason was that he didn't want Sam killing me during our "friendly spars."
Sam and I stopped in front of Chaos' War Command room. The doors were a dark color wood with gold, vine like designs on it. Taking a deep breath, I opened the doors and Sam and I walked through.
Chaos was standing facing his command table. The table was made of a dark wood with a touch screen map of the Milky Way galaxy on it. Small shapes were moving around on it and lights were flashing, indicating battling people.
"So glad you've come." Chaos said. Gesturing to some cushy seats around the table he told us, "Please, sit down."
"Sir, what's the matter? You never-"
Chaos held up a hand to silence her. "I have a mission for you both that you are not going to like."
"Can we kill people?" Sam asked. She reminds me of Clarisse a lot with her lust for bloodshed and war, though she does respect a fair fight and would never harm and unarmed opponent.
A brief background on Sam. She was born on Earth just like me; only about 10 years before me. Her father was killed by a pack of hellhounds and poor little eight year old Sam was left abandoned. Her mother was the Titaness Theia, Titan of the shining light of the clear blue sky, which explains the eyes. Her eyes are a really light hazel color infused with a kind of glowing gold color. It's really hard to explain, but picture really warm sunshine and that's how they made you feel; all warm and cozy. Anyways, Sam was left defenseless and alone. The same hellhound pack came about a week later to investigate a strong demigod presence in the house. Sam was huddled in the bathtub when Chaos appeared and offered her a place in his army.
Back to Chaos' mission. "I want you both to travel to Earth. A mysterious force is attempting to take over Earth. I'm unsure which person is responsible for this attack."
"But sir, you promise-"
"I am deeply sorry Percy, but this is a serious threat. I wouldn't ask if this wasn't important."
I sighed in concession. I knew Chaos wouldn't push me in normal circumstances.
"Pack your bags. You're leaving in the morning in two months. Samantha." Sam grimaced at the name. "Pardon me, Sam. I suggest you help Percy train instead of just beating him up."
Sam grinned wickedly. There is no way that's ever going to happen. I
Sam and I laughed and stood up, ready to leave, but Chaos said, "Percy, a word before you go."
I looked at Sam and I could tell she was reluctant to leave. I gave her the 'tell you everything later' look. She nodded and left the room. Knowing her she'd probably be waiting right outside the door and ambush me as soon as I came out.
Chaos stood up and walked around the desk and sat down next to me. Oh man, this was looking exactly the way my mom sat me down and gave me the talk. I did not need another rendition of that in my life.
"Percy." Yep that's how she started it off. "I know how you feel about returning to earth."
Well that's new, I thought. I sighed. "I'm not happy about it, but I have forgiven Annabeth."
"Good." Chaos said, standing up. He made to leave, but I still had one thing to ask him that was nagging at my mind.
"Sir. What happened with Annabeth? She seemed different."
He stopped and turned slowly. "Ah, Percy. Young Miss Annabeth. She is in fact alive as you know."
"WHAT!"
"Yes. The gods made your friends immortal. Apparently, the quality of demigods have gone downhill. I overheard Zeus muttering that they were giving him a god- sized headache or something." he said chuckling.
I laughed. That sounded a lot like Zeus. "And Annabeth's strange behavior the day I left?"
Chaos' face turned serious. "I don't have all the facts. I do know that some force is at work. And it's not good."
I gasped. Usually he did have all the answers. The way he stayed informed was this huge smoke screen in his private office off the command room. The screen was also his primary form of communication to his commanders and Sam and I. Whenever I took a shower, I would always worry Chaos would call me and tell me about a new mission. He did that once and the look on his face was absolutely priceless.
"It's going to be fine Percy." he said soothingly. "My people are looking into it. We're very close actually. Just be patient."
I sighed in resignation. "I know sir. Thanks for still looking into it."
"You're welcome my boy. Now, if you don't mind; I would love to get some sleep. And I'm sure Samantha is waiting on pins and needles to find out what this conversation is about."
I looked out the window, surprised to see that the sun was setting in the west. I rose and crossed the room.
"Goodnight Percy. I will let you know more as soon as I get more intel on Annabeth."
"Thank you sir." I replied and exited the command room.
As Chaos predicted, Sam was lying in ambush for me right outside the door. As soon as I stepped out she pounced on me and started firing off questions.
"What did he ask? Are we training tomorrow? Can we take the plane out? Did he ban our pillow fights?"
"Yes we're training tomorrow. No we can't take the plane; Chaos would not want another wreaked one because of your driving. Our fight with pillows is scheduled for tomorrow..." Sam grinned at that one. "And we talked about Project A.
Sam looked at me sympathetically. "Any news?"
"Nope. Chaos doesn't know much either."
At this, Sam’s reaction was pretty much the same as mine: shock. She knew as well as I that Chaos knew and saw all, which did not work in her favor when explaining how another plane got damaged.
"Well." Sam said, getting up and brushing off her pants. "I think it's time for a bedtime nibble and then off to bed."
I stood up. "Race you for the pizza."
"Oh, you're on!" shouted Sam, while racing down the hallway.
I shook my head, smiling at her childness. I then thought about Annabeth. What made her act so strangely? Could it have something to do with Jerome? And when Sam and I go back to Earth, will she still remember me?
I tried to clear my head of those thoughts as I heard Sam coming down the hall munching on a slice of pizza.
"Hey, Punk. There's one slice of pizza left. Blue with bacon and mushrooms, just the way you like. It's mine though if you don't get your butt to the kitchen in the next 5 seconds."
I laughed and ran down the hall, stopping in the kitchen to claim my pizza. Sitting down, I continued to think about my return to Earth. My mind would NOT let that subject rest.
Yep. I thought. It's going to be one sleepless night.
