The Fall of Jackson || EDITING

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People stopped what they were doing to watch the figure walk through their camp.

His cloak fluttered with every step he took. He radiated power and control, some people thought the sudden urge to bow before him.

Where ever he walked, a cold feeling hung in the air, and they could tell that he did not want to be here.

Anakulos was the name of the powerful stranger. Saviour of the Universe. Champion to Chaos. Slayer of Python. Tamer of the Beast. He went by many names, but only few dared to address him.

"Where is your leader?" The poor girl that he asked looked about ready to faint at the sight of him. She meakly pointed to her left.

"You have my thanks." He said to the girl and made his way to the newly renovated Big House.

An expansion had been made. The building was much bigger thaf Anakulos remembered. Instead of the fading baby blue he'd come to love, the Big House was painted with a blinding electric blue.

Anakulos hated it.

Chiron was in centaur-form, playing a card game with a satyr and a brightly dressed wine god.

"I win again." Chiron annouced and Dionysus groaned.

"Unbelievable."

Anakulos stood before Chiron and Dyonisus. The two mentors looked at the stranger, while the satyr tried not to look anywhere near him.

"Hello, there." Chiron said. "May I help you?"

"I am Anakulos, general to the Order of Chaos. I have come to thank you for tour hospitality and properly introduce myself." He turned to walk away when the satyr bleated nervously.

"Do you know where you're going?"

Anakulos turned, "Unfortunately, I do not."

"Go with him, Clover. Show him to his cabin." Dyonisus mumbled while resetting their card game.

The satyr scrambled to his feet and Anakukos noticed the fading rasta cap on his head.

"You must be Grover, newly appointed lord of the wild?"

The pair walked through the camp towards where the Order would be staying. They passed the basketball courts and strawberry fields.

"Yeah. It isn't really 'newly appointed', more like 'appointed a few centuries ago'." He replied.

"My apologies."

Grover led him towards the lake. There, on the edge of the shore, was a homely looking cabin. It was made entirely of wood and had smoke coming out of the chimney

Grover seemed to notice the face he was making in the direction of the small building.

"Do you not like it?" Grover asked nervously.

"No, no. It is just, not what I expected." Anakulos smiled and left Grover where he was standing.

Nyssa and Maximos were waiting for their leader outside their new home. The demigods were giving them directions of the camp, but neither of them seemed to be listening, instead, their eyes were trained on the face of Anakulos- waiting for a reaction.

"That will be all." Their leader spoke up from behind the campers and they all turned to face him.

"You think you can find your way around here?" The Poseidon kid asked.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?" He asked. His comrades chuckled and one of the demigods even cracked a smile.

"I am Theseus. Son of Poseidon. One of the Seven." He said purposefully, but no one was listening.

You see, the Seven had docked in Rome for a while- just after Percy and Annabeth had escaped Tartarus. Annabeth had told the others about Percys display of power against Misery. Things happened and a new member was appointed, because of 'casualties'. And apparently, he was also named after a deceased demigod.

"We'll be on our way, then. If you need anything, your comrades know how to contact us." Jason said and the demigods headed back to their camp.

The Order watched them leave, waiting for them to be a safe distance away, before they all sighed and threw their cloaks to the side.

"Nyssa." Anakulos addressed her and she nodded. Her hands shot into the air and a beam of light went into the sky, before exploding and casting a spell around their cabin.

"Since we missed our 2o'clock training, we will train until dinner. Ready? Begin."

Weapons materialized with snaps of fingers, flicks of wrists, and the tightening of grips. Anakulos whistled and they began sparring.