Perseus Jackson, the hero and two time savior of Olympus sacrificed himself to defeat Gaia and her children. His sacrifice has been mourned for the past five hundred years by the gods and his friends. As reward in their efforts his friends and the councilors of the camps were made immortal. Five hundred years of a peaceful time has passed. Now a new war arises in which many fear of the sacrifices they will have to make. With a new war comes a new ally. A boy in black with black wings and scars seen and unseen. A merciless boy with practically no emotions. The boy comes to help win the war, but what is his story? Is he really a new ally or someone else? Okay so I have been reading many Percy stories so I wanted to try my hand at one. This one is a little more dark and does have a touch of torture. I hope that you all like this. Please let me know what you think as you read. Also I doubt there will be a romance in this one, though with the right convincing and rational I might put one in. All rights to the characters and major story line go to Rick Riordan. I am not him and not as great.

After the Second Giant War Annabeth leaves Percy for immortality. Percy's heart turns ice cold after the "love of his life" leaves him. He decides he needed some alone time so he leaves camp and heads up north to help him cope with the heartbreak. ~~~~ Years later and no one has heard from or seen Percy. A war is Brewing between the god and an old evil. They call for Percy's help. He comes to aid in the war, but he is not the same Percy they all remember.

I have been betrayed; thrown away like yesterday's news. My brother has done nothing yet my friends fawn over him like he has saved Olympus. Even Annabeth has betrayed me. Having no friends, I ran away...and I became the second most powerful person in the universe. I am the Commander of Chaos. I am Percy Jackson.

Chaos told me to never think of the moment again, but it was all I could ever do. Even after fivehundred years of immortality, it pained me as much like it just happened yesterday. And as much as everybody tried to make it better, they simply couldn't. I might be the highest commander of Chaos' Army, having done so many operations for him and even gotten my friends back from the land of the dead, but it couldn't make a difference. Because I was dead on the inside. I had died five hundred years ago, that day, when my life had changed for ever. My name is Phi, I am the Prince beyond the Stars.