Percy Jackson and Chaos

Only The Beginning

There was a loud crash. Sending debris everywhere. Spreading the gathered party and causing mayhem. I could hear screams of anguish and pain. My blood rang in my ears. My eyes were blurred, not adjusting to the new landscape quick enough.

I watched as Order walked forward. Across the new battlefield. Searching for something. For me.

I stumbled to my feet. Brushing off the small stones from the former roof. I couldn't see anyone else. But I could tell the rest of Chaos army were getting everyone out. In the corner of my eye I could see Piper with a heavy slab of marble across her leg. Straining and clenching her jaw not to scream. Blood pouring down her neck from a deep head wound.

I threw the biggest boulder I could grab at Order. Making him mad enough to yell as he turned toward me.

"How are you alive?" He yelled. His voice echoing in what used to be the throne room. I didn't say a word. Allowing myself to turn into my true form. Not Percy Jackson but the Prince of the Universe and a minor Primordial. I let my power flare, only about twenty percent, and managed to blast Order and everyone else off of their feet. The flare managed to dislodge the marble slab on Piper's leg, letting Jason get her to safety.

My cloak appeared on my shoulders and my t-shirt and jeans transformed into my battle armour. The designs on the metal swirled and made patterns that scared the higher life forms. My eyes turned to an icy blue and bore right through Order, making the Primordial flinch. My sword materialised in my hands as I focused all of my rage and anger onto Order. A flash of worry and fear appeared in his eyes. Before being replaced quickly with fury and determination. However it was still there.

I yelled angrily and shoved my sword into the ground. The sheer force created an earthquake that toppled the rest of the throne room. We were now completely outside, everyone else too scared to move an inch so they just stood to the side. Frozen.

Order pulled himself up again. I smirked at his annoyance. Lunging forward and turning to yank my sword out of the rubble, in one fluid motion, spinning a full one-eighty and slicing Order's left leg. Bright gold ichor flowed out of his wound and pooled by his foot.

He was shocked. No one had ever laid a finger on him other than his brother. And yet even he couldn't harm him. This shock seemed to fuel his anger and he leaned backward. Summoning his spear.

He sped toward me the pointed platinum edge aimed directly at my throat. I leaned just in time for it to miss. However, his elbow caught my nose, successfully braking it and making blood pour down my face. Also managing to rip the hood off of my cloak. Fed up, I threw the rest of the cloak to the floor and let my wings spring free. Black fire encircled them emitting silent screams of anguish and pain.

A small twinkle formed in my eye as I wiped the blood off my lip. He stepped forward again, seemingly unfazed by the wings. Until one hit him in the face. The black fire clung to him. Ripping at his skin and clothing. Sending small parts of him to the depths of Tartarus before he could even think of dousing the flames.

He squealed stepping backward and patting his chest and arms. His clothing now completely gold and shining in the dull light as it hung loosely in smoking tatters.

He growled. Squaring his feet and glaring me in the eyes. Twin blades appeared in my hands. While a long sword appeared in his. The bright blue blade swung down in a deadly arc. Stopped seconds before my head by my swords. His strength was immense and I was having a hard time making him keep a distance from my jugular. His had reached out and decked me across the cheekbone twice. His knee dug into my rib cage a few times before I let more of my power out, giving me the upper hand.

I pushed my right knee into his stomach. Hard. Making the air rush out of his lungs and leave him gasping. Stumbling backwards. I brought my blade down feinting at the last second and swing kicking him in the jaw. He flew into a remaining pillar after a resounding crunch. Bringing the marble to the ground.

The sound of popping bones rattled across the rubble. I staggered forward. Raring to finish the job. I wanted to go home now. I'd had enough for one lifetime. I held my blade at his neck. His left leg was bleeding too profusely. His back twisted in a very awkward position. I knew from the angle that he was paralysed from the waist down.

He moved his hand to the side. Trying to reach his blade. It was three centimetres too far away. He sighed and gave up. He had obviously had enough too. Ichor dribbled out the side of his mouth. He tried to swallow, the ichor making it hard to breath.

His grey eyes were broken and lifeless as he tried to speak. I knelt down next to him. Wanting to hear his last words.

"I'm sorry." He gulped. Wanting to say more. I felt a coldness slide through my fifth rib and into my lung. I breathed in quickly. Gasping. Trying to use my last good lung. Blood poured out of the wound and pooled in my mouth. I spat it out on the ground. My hand flying to the dagger in my chest. I fell backward. Still spitting up blood and trying to breath. My whole body jostling with my ragged breaths. I lay on my back. One hand on the dagger the other reaching for something to hold onto.

"I didn't want to." Order croaked beside me. Still trying to stay alive. "I just... I just wanted to be free." He choked. Coughing violently. Ichor dribbled out the side of his mouth.

I nodded letting the blood just leak out my mouth. Not even trying to swallow it anymore. "I know the feeling." My voice was low, croaky, breathy. I had to hyperventilate just to get my breath back after saying those four words.

People were screaming in the background. Clambering over the rubble to get to us. I didn't know if Order had the strength to or not but I had to make sure he wouldn't kill anyone else.

I prepared myself. Yanking the dagger out of my chest and standing up slowly. Biting my cheek hard, to stop from screaming out.

"Please." He looked at me. No longer with fear or anger. With sorrow and acceptance. I plunged the dagger into his heart. I fell on top of him as I did so. Completely exhausted. I heard a very loud scream before my eyes closed and everything went silent.