Son of Chaos (A Perseus Jackson Fanfiction)

1 Prologue

Place: Sally Jackson's Apartment (Though she does not exist in this story)

A woman appeared in her thirties stepped onto the second floor. Her dress seemed aglow with the gems and jewels hanging from the side. The green in the dress was easy to spot and her movements were as graceful as a calm river churning. Emeralds hanging from her ears flashed, bending light. Around her, a faint scent of flowers floated around. Her long black hair glimmered as it fell down to her waist. Her eyes were pure green, but a beautiful type of green. They seemed endless, as they were. Her smile was casual, so her beauty and clothing seemed unnecessary. Except, this time it was strongly necessary.

A man, only minutes after she stepped up onto the floor appeared. His face was etched with weary and sadness. Cleary, he had had a hard day. His shirt was a wedding shirt and a simple star covered tie hung down from the shirt. His short black hair was swept to the side, making him nearly irresistible. His eyes looked like galaxies, littered with stars, comets, and plants.

"For ages, we have waited," the man said. His frown was gone and a wide smile had been replaced with it.

"Certainly we should wait for our guests," the lady scolded. The man didn't seem hazed, and simply chuckled and stayed silent. Gradually, a crowd of their followers crowded around. The two lovers locked eyes for a while and tore apart to go greet their friends.

"Pallas, Daphne, welcome!" the lady smiled, her beauty entrancing the two beautiful nymphs.

Pallas had a spear in one hand and bowed slightly when the lady mentioned her name. She pushed aside her charcoal black hair, which was short and beaded with sweat. Pallas smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry for have coming in a mess, Lady Gaea. I was rushing from the Underworld."

"There is no problem at all, girls," Gaea chuckled.

Daphne waited until Pallas had finished speaking until she straightened up. Her piercing blue eyes seemed to melt and soften under Gaea's gaze. "Ah, Gaea, I am simply so happy for you!"

Gaea grinned for the pleasure of meeting an old friend, "do forgive me for turning you into a tree when it could have been better. My mind was hazy, but I have risen out of my sleep."

"You got me away from Apollo, and I can never say thank you enough times for the favor," Daphe responded. She bowed, yet her movements seemed so stiff. Gaea had turned her into a tree to get her away from Apollo. Daphne had stood so still, that her movements became stiff. The only reason she could be here right now, and the fact she could move, was because as laurel trees were planted even more and more, Daphne was able to move around from tree to tree. She could take place as a tree and move around, but she could change her appearance into the beautiful nymph she once was.

"Have you seen Minthe around? Or Echo?" Gaea looked around, in case one of the nymphs was strolling around nearby.

"Ah, poor Echo," Daphne frowned. "I don't think she would have enough courage to show up."

"Show up?" a small voice said.

Gaea knew it was Echo. "Oh, Echo! Hello and welcome. Have you been handling you're fate well?" Gaea changed her sentence so Echo could answer it by changing the tone.

"Well," Echo agreed, her shirt disappearing constantly, causing her appearance to disappear too.

"Calypso has been freed of her island... just for now," Pallas said. She leaned on her spear, pressing the point to the ground. "I always favored that nymph."

"All of these nymphs we are talking about have been killed or banished because of the gods," Gaea said, sobs building up in her throat. "That is why we have a child that will banish them and let us nymphs and goddess take their places."