Son of Nyx (Discontinued)

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Perseus looked around the small room with a frown on his face. There most certainly wouldn't be enough room for the heads of every cabin plus the extra leaders. He snapped his fingers and the room spread out, the ping-pong table disappearing, being replaced with a much larger and more efficient table.

Maps adorned the wall of Olympus, Mt. Othrys, New York, Camp Half-Blood, Camp Jupiter Los Angeles, and The Underworld. Major points of strategy and key notes marked on different areas. He looked around and nodded at his handy work just as the first person walked in. It was a female, black spiky hair, and eyes of blue.

"Who are you?" was her first response.

Perseus' eyebrow over his right eye went up. "I think the better question is why are you disrespecting a Primordial?"

Her eyes widened a little bit, but then hardened just as fast. "Well excuse me for having poor taste but so far the only Primordial I've met tried to kill me a few months ago."

"I know. That's why I'm here. To prevent the one you all pissed off from destroying the entire world."

Her eyes showed fear now. Perseus just chuckled. "Don't worry, you all won't be fighting. You wouldn't even be like flies to him. No, wait 'til the others get here and I'll explain everything."

She nodded and sat down in a chair marked for Zeus. Soon, more children walked in, including a suspicious looking girl with dark red hair and eyes that seemed to glow orange if you could see them in the right way. Perseus rolled his eyes at Hestia's antics.

"Alright, now that everyone has joined us, we can get started. As Thalia now knows, I'm going to be the camp director here, taking Dionysus' place. Unfortunately, I've been MIA from Earth for nye on a little over two millennia. So, here's the deal.

"I'm going to be relying on you guys and Chiron here, to help get me up to speed on everything. And we have to do it fast. There is the possibility of another war." At this information, groans of dissent came from everyone. "Now, now, none of you will be expected to participate. Not even the gods can hold their own in this war."

A hand came up from the Hephaestus cabin leader. "Then...who exactly will be participating? And for that matter, who are you?"

"Good questions. I'll start with the last one. My name is Perseus. I'm the last Primordial child of Nyx and Erebus. I preside over the Void. The final resting place of the immortals after they fade. Because of this, I'm far stronger than most Primordials, all my siblings included. Though...there are some that still exceed my power, my mother for one, Gaia but only barely, and Tartarus. If my grandfather still retained any of his essence other than domains, he'd make all of us look weak...combined.

"Let's just say I was his fail safe. He left me the Void so as to prevent large scale Primordial wars like what happened to this planet before the Titans were born. But, enough of that. The war will be just that. A war between primordials. There is no chance for demigods or gods to do much, and therefore I came back from my home in the Void to protect the gods and their children once more."

The Athena cabin's leader hand went up this time. "You said once more, but...I've never even heard of you. When did you help the gods before?"

"Ah, an Athenian. I remember when you mother would choose exceptional mortals and endow them with the type of brains you are born with. Yes, well, I saved them during the first Titan War, against Typhon, and against Gaia the first time she came out with the Giants. The history books don't show this because I requested to be left out. I looked around the room. The Poseidon chair was empty.

"Chiron...I believe there is a certain prophesied child missing."

"My lord?" he questioned.

"I used to look in my sister's cauldron and see into the future, seeing certain fate. I remember a particular son of Poseidon that would save the world from Kronos again. I warned the elder gods of this. Where is he?"

I noticed Zeus' daughter's head drop. "He died. Well...we think he died. You see, during the second Giant War, I fell into Tartarus. I was helping Malcom here escape from Archne's nest, and I fell in. He went in after me, to protect me. We made it to the Doors of Death, but...someone had to close it from the other side. He didn't even give me a chance. He pushed me in and closed the doors himself."

My eyes softened. "Do you believe he is still alive?" I asked.

The two children of Hades nodded. "We haven't felt his passing and our father does not report getting his soul. This is the only thing keeping Poseidon from fading, he has hope."

I look at Hestia. "Lady Hestia, could you be a dear and visit your brother for me? Tell him his son will be back in three days time. Chiron, I expect you can handle the camp for the next three days?"

He looked at me astonished. "Umm...yes of course, my lord."

"Good. Now off to bed, all of you. I will call a meeting with all of you upon my return. And any cabin leader meetings will also be held this way. So everyone here now, will be expected to participate, whether you're the head or not. Understood?"

They all nodded and got up to leave.