Chaos's Oath

Chaos's Soldiers

Percy’s P.O.V

 

2 years later

 

Jason had given us the idea to start up a group two years ago so we did, we created the Alpha’s. We were a population of 200 warriors and no one dared to take us on. Last year on my 19th birthday the gods were so impressed they granted us and our follower’s immortality. Unless they had a fatal wound in battle that could not be healed, we are like the mixed gender version on Artemis’s hunters… only stronger. “Alpha?” piped Angel, she was our youngest member. Only 12 years old, with brown hair and blond highlights.

“Angel, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Ben?” I joke, you see when we started the group we got new names. I was Ben, Jason was John or Johnny, Leo was Bob (he picked it out), Frank was Noah, Hazel was Julie, Thalia was Anna, and Nico was Nathan.

“Sorry,” she said, looking down. She was still a 10 year old at heart I mean she looked like one too.

“I don’t mind but Alpha is a bit formal, only when we are in battle am I to be called Alpha.” I tell her, she nods happily and sits down.

“Well, I came into your headquarters to tell you that some man came to see you. He said it was urgent.” She says in a matter-of-fact voice. I sweep angel off of her feet and carry her to training and then go to find that man.

“Perseus Jackson?” says an unfamiliar voice, my hood was up and my mask was on so no one could tell who I was. I whipped around to see a tall man dressed in black and his eyes were a trillion colors at once ( he told me so I know) it was really hard to process.

“How do you know who I am?” I demanded.

“I am Chaos, I know everything.” He says simply, it made me freeze on the spot. He was the CHAOS god of well, EVERYTHING.

“Well, Chaos… what are you doing at our humble base?” I manage to say.

“I want to enroll everyone in your group above the age of thirteen.” He tells me, my mind shoots to angel, her birthday was next week.

“But what about Angel? She is twelve but she turns thirteen next week.” I tell him, he sighed and shook his head.

“I suppose I could make a exception, but only for you Perseus.” He says, turning around and exiting.

“Oh and Chaos?” I said, making him look back. “Call me Percy,” he smirks and walks away. I hear shifting outside and open the door to see the whole camp huddled around the walls trying to hear.

“Who is Percy?” shouted Antoinette. Uh oh… time for an explanation. I called my friends down so they could help, they tried to escape but I stopped them.

“I am Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon and not proud of it. I am hated by camp half blood and my father.” I say, fighting back the tears but one escapes and I allow the others to fall, Angel came over and cuddled on my lap.