Flashback
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He started to breath unevenly, his eyes losing more life, and soon everyone was crying his name, for Percy Jackson had taken his last breath.
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Percy's P.O.V
(This is dedicated to- yuliza11 -she was the one who gave me the idea!)
To say I was sore would be an understatment.
I feels like Tarturas all over again when I move.
I thought I died...
I mean, I saw myself on the floor in Artemis's arms, dead, and everyone crying.
Wait...
If they hated me, why did they cry?
I don't know. I'm not the smartest person, as you already know.
I tried moving again, and I found out I could, without hurting myself. I slowly opened my eyes, and I found out that I in a black room, with a black bed, and a black dresser.
I think someone's, or something's, favorite color is black...
Suddenly, the was deep, booming laughter from the edge of my bed, making me jump 15 feet in the air. Not literally. I put my hand to my heart, and tried to slow my racing heart. Key word tried.
"I'm sorry, Perseus. I didn't mean to scare you." The man said, in a deep, booming voice, that said he had power, and respect. He had deep black hair, eyes that looked like galaxies, and he looked like a teenager.
"Why, thank you, but I'm actually thousands of years old." What??
"Did you just say thousands? And, did you just read my mind?" I asked, my voice filled with wonder, and curiosity, absolutely no trace of fear.
"I did, young one. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Chaos, Creator of the Universe, and father to many. I have a proposition for you, Perseus Jackson." I cringed, after he called me Perseus. I don't, and never will like the name Perseus, because that's what he called me.
"Forgive me, Percy. If you don't mind me asking, who's he?" Dammit, he read my mind again. I quickly blocked out all thoughts of him, and stared into his eyes, wiping my face of any emotion.
"Umm.. I think I'd rather answer your other question. What proposition do you have for me?" I asked, backing into the headboard, and going criss-cross-apple-sauce. I know, it's babyish but I like calling it that. Don't judge me.
Chaos just stared at me, with his head cocked to the side, and a slight smile on his face.
"I would like you to become my commander for my Chaotic Army, and become my personal assassin. Lastly, if you're okay with it, I would like it if you would become my son, and Prince of the Universe." I stared at him, my mouth open, and shock written all over my face.
"You want me to become Prince of the Universe?" I asked, exaggerating the words me, and the prince thing.
"Is that really the only thing you're worried about? Becoming prince? I just asked you to be my personal assassin, and you're worried about ruling the universe when I fade?" He replied, shocked.
"You choose right then, my husband. He truly is a great leader, fighter, and most importantly he's very humble. All that were looking for in a prince, and son." A female voice said, making me jump back, and hit my head on the headboard.
"Ow..." I mumbled, rubbing the back of my head, and looking for the woman who scared me.
"Honey, I told you not to use light traveling when I'm talking to new recruits. You just scared the daylights out of this poor boy!" Chaos told the wall. Wait, what?
"Um.. Why are you talking to a wall?" I asked, dumbfounded.
"My wife was using her powers to see if you truly were the best choice for being the Prince. She didn't want to scare you, but she wanted to listen to our conversation. New people tend to, what's the word? Oh, faint, when they see her." He waved his hand, and a girl in white appeared. She had compelling white hair, with a white Greek toga on, and she had white wings on her back.
"What's your name, milady?"
"My name is Harmony Void. I am Chao's wife, and other half. I am also an angel, hence the wings." She replied, throwing her hand towards her back.
"I'm Percy Jackson, but please don't call me Perseus." I quickly said, shaking my head.
"So, now that I know you won't pass out, will you take my offers?" He stared at me worryingly, relaxing only a little when Harmony came over and sat on his lap.
"Well... I don't know..." I said slowly, just to see his reaction, I mean he was about to be my new father. I had to have a little fun. I watched as he, and Harmony, froze thinking I wouldn't accept. They stared at me, and Harmony had tears in her eyes.
"Of course! Did you guys seriously doubt me? I'm hurt!" I mocked hurt, while dramatically clutching my chest. Their faces brighten immediately, and they crawled over to me, and devoured me in a hug.
"You have no idea how much that means to us, Percy. One problem though." Chaos said, as he pulled away, leaving me with Harmony, as she refused to let go of her new son.
"What's that?"
"You are no longer known as Percy Jackson. You will be known as Void Black to you friends, Commander Black to your army, and Omega to your assassinations. Is that okay?" He demanded, turning to face his wife.
"That's ok. I don't really want to be known as Percy Jackson anymore, anyways. My own name brings back to many ugly memories. But, can we lose the 'Black'? I like just Void better." I smiled, as he nodded.
I will now, and forever, be known as Void, son of Chaos, and Harmony, Prince of the Universe, third most powerful being in the universe, Omega, personal assassin of Chaos, Commander Black, of the Chaotic Army, and many other titles you'll learn in the future.
I've now said goodbye to my old life, and hello to my new life.
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