I couldn't take it anymore, so I ran. And now I am Commander Ξεχαστ of chaos' army. In English it is spelt xechat. It means forget. Long ago you knew me as Percy Jackson, son of Posiedon, saviour of Olympus, survivor of the labyrinth, roman praetor I could go on... But everyone I loved betrayed me thought I wasn't good enough... Now I am Xechat, son of Chaos, commander of the εκλεκτοί or elektoi or if you want English elite squad, saviour of 1,984 planets, saviour of the universe I could go on for days. Now we have to go back to the one place I vowed I would never go again...

I thought they liked me. A new camper comes and they leave Me for him. Not that that bothers me, but she left too. Even worse, he's my brother. Who am I? I am Percy Jackson, Chaos' number one Assassin/Warrior and The Betrayed

(Written from 2013-2014) Marina Jackson thought she had the normal life. She's a demigod, and to top it off, she's Percy Jackson's twin sister!!! Now Marina and her friends have to save Percy from the evil sorceres Medea. Will she be able to save Percy before its too late?(P.S, lots of cursing. Sorry😅)

The name's Chaos. Chaos Killbourne to be exact. People call me reckless, but they're wrong. I'm more like the perfect storm. Destroy an entire city with a single glance? I can do that. Wipe mankind off the face of the earth once and for all? I can do that too. Born to lead a revolt of epic proportions so the Dark Ones can rise up and rule the world is my destiny. Refusing to follow direct orders and become a weapon of mass destruction is my downfall. Cursed by fate, I'm currently on a collision course to form the perfect union in order to balance my explosive supernatural powers before I self-destruct, and take the planet with me. There's just one tiny problem. Once formed the union can never be broken. With a bad attitude and an even worse temper I can't be tamed. Not that I have time to worry about my love life, of course. I'm just trying to make it through high school in one piece. All I know for sure is that the future of mankind rests in my hands, which really pisses me off. I never asked to save the world. After all, I was born to destroy it. Copyright © 2014 ~ Somerlea All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author. Cover Art by Photographer Marcus Ranum.