The Fourth Inheritor (A Percy Jackson/Chaos Fanfic) [Complete]

Chapter Twelve: Always and Forever

Dedicated to @EpsoShades for the very encouraging comment last chapter (Thanks!). Hope you (and anyone else bothering to read this) enjoy the update! Onto the story!!!

It had been five years (on Earth) since he assumed the name Chaos, taking over for Eternity. He'd visited Haven several times, as he didn't necessarily need to say goodbye to the people there. Matthew gave him a hard time about not spending enough time with his bike, but everyone was fine other than that. He wasn't sure where in Haven Eternity was. He didn't look for her.

Aside from his interactions with his Haven friends, Chaos didn't really leave his Island, as he'd dubbed the platform. He watched over everything from there, although he spent admittedly more time watching his friends and family than anything else. He didn't have much else to do. Regulating the known universe really wasn't that hard. There was already quite the system in place, and all he had to do was contain and supply the energy for it. Simple enough.

Chaos laid on the ground, staring up into the blankness above and listening to the stream flow beside him. Honestly, he was kind of bored. However, he couldn't really do anything about it. He didn't want to leave the Island too often, in case something happened, but nothing ever did. It could, but it didn't, so he was left in an endless loop. He'd just gotten back from Haven recently as well, so he wasn't planning to go back there for a while yet.

He sat up, turning towards the stream. "What's going on on Earth?" He didn't need to talk to the water. It was probably concerning that he did. He really only had to think about what he wanted to see.

Nevertheless, the stream flashed through images of the events on Earth. Nothing out of the ordinary. His attention caught on a young girl, though, of perhaps five or six. Ebony hair and dark, almost purple eyes. A child of Dionysus perhaps? No, that didn't quite fit. Regardless, he wondered why she was important. His attention tended to catch on people who were going to do something major in the near future, as well as demigods in general. Who was this child then? And what would she do?

For the moment, he dismissed her and whatever her future might hold. His thoughts, as well as the stream, shifted to his mother's apartment. She and Paul were there. He was grading papers while she cooked dinner. Chaos leaned closer to the water. Was that? It was. He sat back again, grinning. She was pregnant.

His smile faltered. He'd never get to meet the child, his future brother or sister. Not in person, at least. Like everyone else he cared for on Earth, he would watch over them from afar. The scene shifted again, to the Camp this time. More specifically, to the Athena cabin. Annabeth sat on her bunk, staring at a set of blueprints in front of her. It looked like a temple. She was still working occasionally on Olympus with her mother, so he figured that's what it was for.

Peeking out from beneath her pillow was a worn, leather-bound journal. She wrote in it every night, he knew. She wrote in it to him. He would watch her write, reading what she had to say, and sometimes he would leave a response. It wasn't fair of him, continuing to interact with her like this, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't forget how much she meant to him, to the part of him that was still undeniably Percy.

He refocused on Annabeth. She had set aside the blueprint and pulled out the journal, already nearly full. She had a set of them in her trunk that were already filled out. Chaos looked at what she was writing. It started like it normally did. 'I miss you, Seaweed Brain. Everyone does...' She wrote about her day and the upcoming Capture the Flag, about how she only had a year left of college until she had her Masters, about things on Olympus and around Camp in general. Everything. As always, she signed it 'Always and forever, your Wise Girl.'

Chaos smiled sadly. She was still waiting for him, for the eternity she'd promised. As much as he sometimes wished she would move on, he knew he would've done the same, waiting beyond forever. "Always and forever, Wise Girl."

The Fates were cruel.