It was as normal of a day as you can get at Camp Half-Blood, or at least for everyone else. Let me explain, I am Perseus Jackson, the exiled son of Poseidon. You may be wondering: "Exiled, but he beat Kronos?!"

Well that's true, but here is also more to the story. My half-brother Theser was claimed a month ago. He seems content on making my life terrible. He took practically everything from me, my girlfriend, my dad, my teacher, and my friends. I suppose it doesn't matter though. I was most likely to die today.

Another thing Theser did to me was accuse me of aiding the Primordals in our upcoming war with them. Now, being the favorite hero of the Olympians, they believed him. I was going up to Mount Olympus with the camp today for a vote.

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"So today we have come to find the fate of this wretched boy," said Zeus to his audience. "He has been accused of aiding the Primordals and will be executed if the majority of the council agrees. So without further ado, let us begin.

"Who believes that this boy should be spared?" asked Zeus.

Hades, Hestia, Apollo, Artemis, and Hermes raised their hands. That meant I was going to die.

Zeus raised his Master Bolt. "This shan't be quick Jackson," he snarled.

When he threw it, my life flashed before my eyes. I shut them tight. Then, nothing. I mean literally nothing. I opened my eyes to see everyone in the entire throne room with their mouths gaping. In front of me, was a man in a black robe.

"WHO DARES INTERUPPED THIS MEETING!?" Zeus screamed.

"That's a good question," the man said. "How about Chaos, THE CREATOR OF THE UNIVERSE!"

I smiled when I heard everyone in the room gulp.

"What are you doing?" he then asked.

"You're trying to kill this innocent boy, who did NOTHING AT ALL! You just believe a person who doesn't even know how to hold a sword correctly. You disgust me Olympians."

With that, he teleported me out of the throne room.

That was my final day on Earth.