Chapter 1
A young man with messy black hair sat on the beach, looking over the small lake. His name was Percy Jackson. Percy had discovered seven years ago that he wasn’t an average child. He was a Demi-god. He had been Eleven when he found that he was the son of the great God Poseidon. Percy had always figured that there was something strange about him. After all, he came out dry whenever he entered a body of water as if the water hadn’t touched him. He also held the world record for holding his breath underwater. Percy looked at the vast crowd of people standing around the young man. What hurt Percy the most was that his best friend and recent girlfriend were now hanging off the boy’s arm.
It seemed the whole world had forgotten him and what he had done for Olympus. He had saved all their worthless hides and pissed him off. Only a few years ago, Percy learned about the great prophecy. It turned out he had been the one it was talking about, and he had the choice of saving Olympus or destroying it. Percy looked over at all the Gods, patting the boy on the back and cheering. A few years ago, that would have been him they were congratulating. Now though, Percy was regretting saving Olympus. All the Gods did was fight and sit up on Olympus doing fuck all while the world they had promised to look after all those years ago tore itself apart. Percy Couldn’t help but wonder if the world would have been better without the fucking lot of them.
One quest only took his godly brother one quest to get their acknowledgment. Percy had been on several quests, and not once did any of the Gods thank him unless you count being offered Godhood after the second Titan war. Percy laughed to himself, and he still wondered what would have happened had he accepted the offer. He stood up from his spot, a rucksack hanging off his back. No one was going to miss him. Everyone was too concerned with his perfect brother. Percy left the beach and walked up the hill for the last time. He quickly patted the Dragon that now guarded Thalia tree. He then turned and glanced at what used to be his home from home, but not now. Finally, he vanished down the side of the hill, never to set foot in camp-Half-blood again.
A figure sat on his throne, covered in white robes contrasting against his dark skin, looking upon the mist before him. His golden eyes hardened as he saw the young man walk away from what had been his home for the last seven years. The figure couldn’t believe what had taken place. He clenched his fist, slamming it against the armrest of his throne.
Chaos, creator of the universe, stood from his throne and walked towards one of his vast windows, outlooking the universe. He couldn’t believe how the Gods had treated the world he had created. He had hoped that the new Gods would have learned from his children’s mistakes, but clearly, they were just as corrupt as those who had come before them. He, too, felt the young man’s pain, watching his precious world destroy itself through pollution, war, and disease.
The whole point of appointing the Gods was to look after his creation, but over time, it seems they had all grown too powerful for their excellence and considered themselves untouchable. Well, they were in for a rude awakening. Chaos had seen enough destruction take place in his creation. No more would he stand for the Gods’ laziness; it was time for a change. His dark golden eyes roamed the universe in silence.
Chaos then turned back to the viewing mist to see the young man attempting to hitch a ride back to the City, and it seemed everyone was oblivious to his pain and suffering. However, Chaos knew there was more to come. He had seen the boy’s future and knew he would soon suffer loss again. The mist flickered and then switched to a small apartment building; next to it stood a tall building with police cars and S.W.A.T units in front of it.
Someone had decided to hold up a bank. He had threatened to blow the place up if he didn’t get what he wanted. Chaos looked down at the man holding the gun and the amount of C2 charges he had placed all around the interior of the building. That much explosive was enough to level at least five blocks. Chaos turned his view to the small family sitting in the apartment next to the bank, totally oblivious to what was coming.
Chaos gritted his teeth; the boy didn’t deserve to see his family killed after what he had just been through. However, Chaos was powerless to stop it. Although he was the creator of the universe, he still had to obey the ancient laws. He turned his face from the mist as the bank blew up, destroying everything near it. The Police and S.W.A.T cars were turned over smoking, and hundreds of bodies lay dead on the road.
He watched as a car pulled up a few blocks from the incident, and the young boy immediately jumped out of the vehicle and ran towards the Chaos that now stood before him. Chaos watched as the young man fell to his knees and looked up at what remained of his home. The whole building had been blown apart, Chaos perfectly knew that the young man’s family had died in the blast, but again he was powerless to stop it. This is what the fates had planned. There was no changing it. Chaos looked to see the boy fall to his knees and scream to the heavens; he had lost everything, his family, his girlfriend, and his reputation. He had nothing left now. Chaos knew it would soon be time for Percy to end it all, but he wouldn’t allow that. This boy had done too much good in the creator’s eyes to enable him to take his own life. Chaos turned to see a golden glow and three old ladies appeared; one held a pair of rusty scissors, while the other had a long ball of thread.
“We, the fates, agree to your plan Lord Chaos. We, too, feel the Gods have ruled long enough, and now is the time for a change. We also allow you to change young Perseus’ fate.”
Chaos turned to the fates and smiled. “Well, I feel you three have made the boy suffer enough. First, the whole of Olympus turns against him, then you take away his love interest, and now you destroy his family. Not to mention replace him with a brother he has never seen before.”
The Fates turned to each other before turning back to Chaos. “His brother is the future savior of Olympus. If Perseus was still in the way, he could disrupt future events. Getting him out of the way was best so his brother could reach his full potential.”
Chaos laughed. “So you thought the best way would be to take everything away from him, and have him kill himself, after everything he had done for you and the Olympian Council? Well, let me tell you this, what I have planned will ruin your little idea. You see, I intend to turn back time and have the boy re-do everything, but this time instead of being a son of Poseidon, he will be, in fact, a son of Chaos.”
Fate’s eyes widened. “That was never part of the deal, Chaos. We said you could change Perseus’ fate, not his past. Do you realize the consequences this could have on everything?”
Chaos grinned. “Indeed I do. I will have him destroy it instead of having Perseus save Olympus. Then I will have him rebuild it, replacing all the corruption with a council that will finally do what I ask of them. It is more than the boy deserves.”
Fate’s eyes widened again. “What about Kronos and your daughter Gaia? Have you forgotten about them? If you turn back time, they will be more powerful than before. After all, everything needs to be balanced. Your power rivals that of all the Gods on Olympus, and if you intend to have Perseus become your son, then we, the fates, will have to balance the scales. You do understand this, do you not?”
Chaos turned and grinned. “Oh... about that, you see, I believe you three have served your purpose, you used my creations as your playthings, and I had let it simply go, don’t forget who your talking to; I am the Creator, The True God, I rule everything and its about time I come out of my so-called retirement.”
“Skatá.”
Perseus looked at the wreckage in front of him. His whole life had been destroyed in one day. First, he is replaced by his new brother at camp Half-blood, then he loses the one person who meant just as much to him as his own family, and now to come back and finds his home destroyed and his family killed. Perseus wondered where he should go from here. He had very little money, a few slabs of Ambrosia, and a small container of Nectar. If he rationed everything, it might last him a week or so. Perseus stood up from where he had been kneeling before. He needed to get away; he needed to end it all. The pain, the suffering. He had nothing left. He felt his sword in his pocket and knew what he must do. It was the only way to end it all. It would hurt like hell for a few seconds, but he would finally be at peace and maybe be reunited with his family.
He pulled the sword from his pocket and watched the blade grow slowly. He knew the mist would stop anyone from seeing what he was about to do. By the time someone discovered him, it would be too late. Just as he was about to fall onto his sword, he saw a gentleman appear from what appeared to be some dark hole. The man was dressed in a black suit, and a pair of designer shades covered his eyes; Percy was surprised to see that he was also bald. Percy knew he wasn’t a God; after all, he had met everyone. So who was this person? Percy retracted his blade back to its pen form. The man stepped close to him. The strange man pulled his sunglasses down, showing his glowing golden eyes.
“Hello, Perseus Jackson, my name is Chaos, and I am here to make you a proposition, and I do pray you decide to take it..”
