The Fall of Jackson || EDITING

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"What do we do?" Annabeth asked. Some campers gave her worried glances at the desperation that was evident in her voice.

"We make sure the campers are ready to fight. If the enemy hasn't attacked in three days times, we're going to find them and take the fight there." Anakulos explained as he looked at each counsellor individually.

Clarisse stabbed her knife into the ping-pong table, efficiently earning everyones attention.

"We don't even know anything about you! Hades, we don't even know who this enemy is!" Her previous calm deminor was gone, replaced by anger that she'd been holding in for so long.

Alethea shared a look with Nyssa and Nyssa whispered something into Anakulos' ear. He nodded at Alethea and she waved her hand.

A golden mist collected at the centre of the table. Detailed images appeared in the mist and Clarisse quietened down to stare at the images.

"Is that..?" Her unfinished question hung in the air.

"The day you banished Percy Jackson?" Alethea asked. Some campers looked down in shame, but Anakulos noticed the way Annabeths grip on the table tightened.

"Many eons ago, there were only the three siblings; Chaos, End, and Order." Nyssas voice added a cold edge to the story. "For years they lived in prosperity. They created the Primordials and everything was fine."

Demetri cut her off. "But one day, End noticed how the Primordials seemed to be slowly taking his brother and sister away from him. Mind you, the two of them were all End had for eons."

"End grew bitter. He became colder. Cutting himself off from the Primordials entirely." Alethea added. "End was no longer the being that Chaos and Order had once known."

"Then the Titans were created." Klemenis said. "And End grew weary of them. Of all these beings taking his siblings away. He decided to do something about it."

"End killed them all in cold blood." Maximos commented. "Slaughtered like sheep. When Chaos and Order found out, a war like nothing you could ever imagine ensued. The family were split. End was too much for his siblings and they needed help desperately."

"Order and Chaos managed to bring the Primordials back, almost dying in the process." Alethea said. "They fought against End for years. When they finally managed to take him down, they found that they couldn't kill him. So he was imprisoned in a place we call the Void- an endless pit of nothingness.

"The only thing that kept End imprisoned for so long was the balance between good and evil. But when you banished Percy Jackson to Tartarus-"

"The scales tipped drastically. Order felt the disturbance and went to check on End, only for End to kill him." Anakulos finished. "Chaos has been forbidden by the Primordial Council to leave the protection of our home. If she dies, we are done for."

All throughout the story, the golden mist in the centre of the table showed image after image, ones that the story described.

"So what you're saying is that... because we banished Percy, End escaped? How does that work?" Annabeth asked.

"Do you all agree that Perseus was the reason behind your winnings of the last two previous wars?" Demetri questioned and the campers all nodded their heads. "Exactly. When you banished him, you banished one of the greatest things from this Earth. You all tipped the scales."

Anakulos was quiet, confiding in the shadows of his corner. He rubbed his temples harshly and held his groans in. First he would deal with this war, then he'd have time for his problems.