So

Hey guys

Lord Revan Flame is back on Percy Jackson

So, I am a big fan on Percy joining Chaos stories and stuff

I know a lot of you probably hate these stories because their cliche, but

Well they're not

Some are because they're just

Oh, Percy got dumped

Oh, Percy got all powerful and is this super duper over powered vengeful anti-hero

Well, those are cliche

But the other ones, those plots are so dynamic and different that I love it

So I came up with my own idea

A dramatic, dynamic, and special plot I came up with

And I hope you love it

So

Without any further ado

I bid you farewell till the ending author's note

As history has seen it, there was no time before time. There was nothing before the big bang, nothing before time and space began.

How wrong they were.

For before time began, there was The-One-Above-All-Others.

He who crafted the first universe in all its glory, worlds of massive scale with beings of great power. In the beginning he created his first children, the first world, the first forms of life. He created the Primes, an ancient race of benevolent god-like beings who resided on the planet of Alpha Prime.

In their wake came other creations, the most similar to them being humanity crafted by Prometheus in the ancient days of Greece, but that was long after the end of the First Universe. In time, that very power stopped, time itself came to a halt and with it reality.

The universe came to and end and as the cycle permitted, another began. The-One-Above-All-Others formed a new universe, his first creations the Primes following the path he treaded into the divine beyond. Their world had remained untouched by war or plague, no famine had ever killed nor any outside force had invaded, the Primes had never faced extinction until the Great Void War.

At the beginning of the Second Universe, The-One-Above-All-Others looked below onto the world he had made so long ago and saw the families that thrived, the children that ran around their loving parents. And with an excited heart, he created two children who personified the very essence of the balance.

Chaos was born, a being who believed in the freedom of all sentient beings and Order, a being who saw that the perfect order was the means to peace. In time, both siblings were taught by the parent to create worlds and fill them with life, that was how Earth came to be.

From the vast darkness of space, Chaos came and crafted a planet, a raw, untouched world. It was simply a rock that floated around a star from which he gained the powers to create the said world. Before he could finish, however, Order turned on his brother.

The two fought for millions of years, both sides aiming for the ultimate goal of either freedom or tyranny. Chaos believed in pure freedom, that chaos did not matter as long as all beings had the right to do what the pleased while Order believed in perfect balance, that everything had to be in one place, that one side must be equal to another, that all things should be as he saw fit. The balance of chaos and order tipped a multitude of times it could not be counted and in the end, there was no victor.

Neither sibling won as their creator, their parent, their father came down upon them, and with a heavy heart exiled both from the universe, keeping them within the ancient antithesis to the material plane, The Void. It was in this time that both beings were exiled that an evil was born, an evil that was created to balance out the goodness that The-One-Above-All-Others had brought.

Among the many factions, nations, races, and species that the three beings of creation had crafted, there was one alliance of the light that stood by good through thick and thin. The Knights of Chaos and Order, an ancient unity of peacekeepers sworn to serve the three creation beings remained neutral in the great battle between the young sibling protogenoi.

However, one of the seven that made up the High Council, the leadership that lead the knights betrayed them to a dark being, one who came to existence in the wake of the siblings' millenia upon millenia spanning struggle. The Great Void War began and in retaliation to this new evil, the Primes rose up from their peaceful society to fight. This was the cycle of life, when one battle ended, another began.

Conflict was a natural part of life, as was love, as was peace, and as was hate and death. Time progressed and the war came to the end, the dark forces put to rest, the Primes extinct, the Knights of Chaos and Order gone, and Chaos and Order still in exile.

However, countless ages ago, looking below his pride and power as his father had, Chaos witnessed the beauty of life and created his children, the Primordial gods. They were not restricted to the Void as was their father and came down upon the Earth. They became jealous of each other and fought for power, their battle shaping the Earth into what it came to be in the time of their children.

They raised mountains, created vast landscapes from which oceans formed and great plains or valleys grew, the pit which became Tartarus came to be, the heavens brightened and darkened, and soon they claimed these new domains. From their greatness birthed the Titans and from their malevolent power came the Olympian gods. War plagued the young world, but golden ages of peace were just as common.

Prometheus, looking upon ancient texts and tomes, discovered the existence of the rest of the universe, crafting humankind in the image of the Primes, as close to as he could as well as adding the details of the immortal beings in. From there demigods and demititans were born, the Primordials disappeared into myths and legends, man forgot about their great deities and looked upon mighty machines of menial or war labor as their weapons, and that is where are story begins.

For from the simple creation of the First Universe, a second was made. From the creation of the second universe, the immortal beings came to being, and from them Percy Jackson was born into the world.

"This is war!" Aether shouted as he paced around in the Primordial Throne Room.

Eight of the ten Primordials sat or stood in the throne room, colored black as it remained in the center of the ten's father's palace.

Hemera tried to calm her husband, but Aether brushed her aside, furious at what had transpired.

Tartarus was eagerly waiting for what would happen next, happy that his domain would expand further, giving him even more power from the souls of the punished that would be sent to his massive prison domain.

Chronos sat with his wife Ananke who sat in a throne next to him, the time god observing while the destiny god was busy thinking.

Hydros sat on his throne of coral and stone, water spouts shooting several streams of water into a small moat around his throne. He raised an eyebrow, not knowing what had happened.

Erebus and Nyx watched from their thrones, wondering what dark deed would cause their brother, the opposite of Erebus to grow angry.

"Tell me, what has happened?" Hydros asked with boredom. "I was on my world when you called the emergency meeting."

"It is Gaea," Chronos stated, "She has sired children with Tartarus in order to kill her grandchildren in revenge for killing her first children."

"Great," Erebus groaned in annoyance, "how many times must she cause death and destruction where she goes?"

"As many times as I please!"

Each primordial turned to see the earth goddess stroll into the throne room, wearing her plant green toga with arrogant pride.

"Gaea, you do not even know what have done!" Aether shouted with rage. "The balance is broken, darkness is falling upon Earth."

"I think not," Ananke said as she pulled out her torch.

They all turned to watch her swing it in the air, the bright orange flames coming off to make an IM. The image was translucent and tinted an orange color. Their eyes widened as Zeus struck down his Giant opposite, Porphyrion with the help of his demigod child.

"The combination of god and man, in a single form," Ananke said in awe, marveling at the sight of such a lifeform, "Demigods fighting side by side with their parents in order to defeat a threat to the world. Gaea, your war has failed."

The earth goddess gritted her teeth as an expression of rage covered her face. Before she could screech at them however, there was a flash of light. They looked at the center throne at the end of the throne room. It was a large throne, taller and greater than all others.

It was made of a gleaming black substance, Chaotic Silver. Crafted in a majestic and superior design, waves of dominance rolling off of it onto any person who stood near it. Sitting upon this throne was a man in a set of black robes. His star white hair was elegant and silk-like, flowing down from his head and from his large wizard like beard. His eyes were colored star white save for the space black irises and void black pupil that burned in rage.

"Gaea!" Chaos boomed, his eyes fool of malevolence and anger at his daughter.

"Father," they all gasped and Gaea cowered in fear.

"You have destroyed your vows to protect the world you claimed as your domain!"

"I am protecting it!" she argued, "The gods are unfit for being the rulers of Earth!"

"And your children are not fit either!" he bellowed. "Do not anger me child! You have brought great shame to your name, my name, and the names of your children. From this day forward, I punish you!"

She cowered and Chaos began to raise a staff made of the same material as his throne, but stopped when he saw his daughter, Ananke's expression.

"Ananke?"

The fiery blonde haired goddess looked up from her confused state and stared with her ember blue eyes.

"Yes father?"

"What is that expression on your face?"

"Expression?"

"You seem confused," he spoke and she looked back down in thought. "Why?"

"It does not concern this trial," she said and everyone waited as the ancient primordial of the Void processed this information.

"What is it?"

"A prophecy," she answered and everyone gasped.

Prophecies from her seers were common, quests to reclaim lost treasures and ancient artifacts as to safeguard life. However, prophecies coming directly from the goddess herself rather than her passing it along to a seer was uncommon.

"Of what?" Hemera questioned with curiosity.

"A War," Tartarus suggested, but everyone glared at the blood thirsty protogenoi.

"A Hero?" Nyx asked with enthusiasm, hoping she could twist and connive the hero into her service.

"Both, but also..." she trailed off as she pressed a finger against her lip in thought.

The primordials leaned forward as she contemplated, looking for the word that would correctly put into terms the morbid feeling that rose in her soul.

"Doom."

She breathed in deeply before exhaling, a fine greenish mist pouring out of her mouth and around her as her eyes turned a glowing green color.

The hero falls and darkness rises
Shadows twist and connive
The gods will meet their demises
Only the betrayed and the fallen with five
Only they will save the day
Only together, defeat the darkness can they

The green mist halted from pouring from her mouth and Ananke's eyes returned to their normal fiery color.

"A new prophecy?" Chronos asked with confusion, "But to what does it refers?"

"Obviously war," Tartarus stated. "A war like no other."

"Also of a hero," Hemera replied, "and his allies."

"Still, the matter remains, when and where will this prophecy take place?" Chronos asked, waving his arm about in a thinking manner.

"Where all great prophecies take place and are fulfilled," their shared father answered as he waved his staff in the air making an image of a world in the form of an IM, "Earth."

They stared at the world before looking back at Gaea.

"Now, for your sister's trial, I hereby sentence you to an eternal slumber. You may only awaken by the power of an outside force."

The earth goddess gasped in horror and attempted to flee only for her to be flashed forcibly to Earth by her father. Everyone was silent after that, the only sound being the remnants of Gaea's scream before being flashed away.

"Father?" Nyx asked after a moment, "What shall we do now?"

"We shall meditate on this," he stated and stood. "We must know what this prophecy means and how we are a part of it. One of our demigod children shall be a part of this fray and they shall be in grave danger. Go, return to your homes and your people."

They all nodded before flashing to their separate world's where they resided with their creations.

Chronos returned to his shared world with his Ananke. The married couple lived in peace on the world of time guardians known as Galacron.

Hydros returned to his world of Aquanos, a world of the water bearing naiads who lived in great cities on or under the rest seas.

Tartarus returned to his domain of chains and shackles within the underworld.

Aether and Hemera returned to their created world, Havenheim where men and woman with wings of doves resided.

Erebus and Nyx went home to the dark world, Shadenheim where beings with crimson wings of bats resided.

Then there was the tenth primordial, Ouranous whose essence drifts in the heavens above Earth, forever watching and listening till the time he may return to the material plane.

Time had passed for millenia, Chaos staying within his palace that resided within the Void. He had not heard from his brother in years, not speaking to nor interacting with him in any shape or form, but the last time they had spoken was a very peaceful and non-aggressive one.

One day, however, he returned his gaze to Earth in time for him to discover Nyx attempting to awaken her sister. For this treachery she was forced to remain within the depths of Tartarus where her mind slowly crumbled and madness took hold.

Years passed and Chaos' mournful gaze lightened as he followed the adventures of a new hero, a true and pure hero, a hero named Perseus Jackson.

So that was fun

A lot of you might recognize the last part being the beginning of my Percy Jackson and the Chaotics prologue

Well, that's a part of this

Also, a lot of your who thought I was a Doctor Who fanatic

Go somewhere else

I did that because I was going to surprise you all

You really think I was going to take the Doctor Who prophecy thing and make it the actual prophecy

Puh-lease

Anyways

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(Also, if you've read a story called "Disciple of Chaos" I thought of this myself, I did not steal the title or concept)

Hope to see you all here again,
Lord Revan Flame