Percy Jackson, The Son Of Chaos

Family Troubles

GUYS BEFORE YOU BASH ME ABOUT NOT UPDATING, HERE ME OUT. I JUST HAVE NOT HAD THAT FEELING TO WRITE ANYMORE. I DON'T KNOW, I JUST COULDN'T. I WAS REALLY LAZY, AND I FEEL REALLY BAD FOR BREAKING MY PROMISE. SO A FEW DAYS AFTER PERCY'S BIRTHDAY, I SHALL RELEASE THE DEBUT OF THE LAST CHAPTER OF THE FIRST BOOK OF THIS SERIES.

Inflitrating End's lair was not hard, yet this worried Percy in many ways. What was End's strategy? Would he use Percy again? Percy furrowed his brow and quickly wavered the thoughts off as Nico motioned to move forward, sword drawn.

At the moment, it seemed more important to rescue Chaos, and then save Annabeth later. It never came to him that Annabeth would leave. After all they had been through, staying together was their best bet at having a decent life. Living in Rome, having kids, being safe: it all didn't really matter much anymore.

Of course, all the energy had been drianed out of him, so Percy didn't feel like thinking about it anymore. Venturing down that halls with Riptide in hand, Percy narrowed his eyes, sensing some sort of mysterious aura.

"Guys, I think we've reached our destination," Hazel said, scanning the large dome of earth about their heads. "I can't sense any sort of declination or path."

"Wow! Aren't you a smart one.'

Percy whipped around, only to see Chaos with chains on his hands, yet he didn't look like he had any damage sone to him.

"You're such a silly child, you know? Omega, you were fun to play with."

"End," Luke hissed, gripping his sword tighter.

A swirl of dust came up from the floor, blinding everyone. "Oh? Alpha's here too? What a party we'll have tonight!"

Out of the dust cloud stepped Percy's much hated uncle, clad in all black and a party hat. "Not here to party, I see. Oh, well. Let's get to the serious buisiness," End said, snapping his fingers and the party hat disappeared.

Percy's fingers trembled, and he leapt into the air, striking down on End.

"PERSEUS JACKSON!"

The voice sent shrills down Percy's spine as he fell to the ground. Chaos looked up. "Percy, don't commit suicide like that," he smiled weakly.

End seemed confused. Perseus Jackson? Percy? Jackson? Where had he heard that name before? "Aha!" End snapped his fingers and the same dust cloud began gathering around him, enveloping him.

"Perseus Jackson? How could I not have known! But then again, you did leave me all by myself. You must have forgotten about me, haven't you? I thought you loved me. I took care of you. All by myself. And you forgot. Must be sad," End rambled on, his voice turning sickly sweet as the shadow behind the cloud got shorter and skinnier.

Percy furrowed his brow. What type of riddles was this? He hadn't forgotten anyone. Everyone he loved was right next to him. He was only missing his...

Percy's eyes widened. "No..."

The smoke cleared away and all 9 pairs of eyes trained on the figure. Brown wavy hair and years of smiling wrinkles looked up to them, as well as a pair of chocolate brown eyes. Kind, motherly hands laid by the person's side, and a smile was playing on their lips.

"Yes."