In the beginning, there was two beings.

Unimaginably powerful beings.

Nothing else existed, not even the universe.

These two beings did not have a form or purpose, instead they should have slumbered for all eternity.

But one of them awoke.

Just his awake presence caused pure energy to be created.

The first energy in the world.

This energy was chaotic, pure and uncontrollable.

It was everything and nothing.

It was a manifestation of this being.

It was this being.

From the nature of this energy, this being chose a name for himself.

Chaos.

The first being.

And yet, this energy was constant, never changing but at the same time annihilating itself over and over and recreating itself.

Pure chaos.

That was when the second being opened its eyes.

It as well created an energy but not the same as the other.

Some claim what it created was only a concept.

That is not true.

It created Order.

The idea that everything has a purpose and reason, that it belongs in a certain place.

But it is also physical.

It builds things, it creates.

It holds everything together.

Without it we would be nothing.

The being took the name Order.

As Chaos and Order met, these two opposing forces should have resisted each other, one embracing chaos and disorder, while the other embraced order and structure.

These two beings should have never met.

Yet they did.

And attracted each other instead of resisting.

As these two forces mixed, it created what mortals call the Big Bang.

The universe was created.

From Chaos came everything, but Order took control and formed the very fabric of time and space from the essence of Chaos.

Chaos is the creator and destroyer.
Order is the builder, creating things from the essence of Chaos.

As the universe was forming, stars and planets being formed, Chaos and Order took a form.

Chaos took the form of a man, a handsome man with black hair, tan skin and eyes that only truly shown part of his true form.

Eyes that were as dark as the depths of a black hole.

Pure chaos shown in his eyes.

Order chose a female form, tall and graceful, with blonde hair and equally tan skin. Her eyes were the opposite of Chaos.

They shown brightly, reflecting a nebula being born.

They came together and created children to live with them.

These children were the Primordials; Gaea, Ouranos, Chronos, Ananke, Erebus, Nyx, Tartarus, Aether, Hemera, Hydros, Pontus, and Thalassa.

Each had a specific role to play in the universe and each played it well.

Primordials are not like any other deity. They are a personification of their domain.

Such as Gaea is the Primordial Goddess of the Earth, meaning instead of only controlling the Earth, she is the Earth.

Chaos and Order were able to live in peace watching their children rule the world for the Age of the Primordials was a peaceful one.

But alas, it was not meant to be.

Ouranos and Gaea had created a new race of deities called the Titans.

And most of them were evil.

The youngest son of Ouranos and Gaea was named Kronos, the Titan Lord of Time.

He was corrupted by his mother in her lust for power and was convinced to kill his father.

He forged a scythe and used it to cut Ouranos into millions of pieces.

While he laid dying, he cursed Kronos to be overthrown by his own children and killed in the same way.

Chaos and Order took pity on their son, healed him and kept him in the Realm of the Faded until the time was right for him to return.

Meanwhile, Kronos married his sister Rhea and he became the Titan King.

And still Chaos and Order watched.

He ruled the world with an iron fist, while the other Primordials were slumbering.

Eventually Rhea gave birth a new race called the Gods.

Remembering his father's oath, Kronos ate his children as soon as they were born.

Rhea, horrified at her husband's actions, saved her youngest son, Zeus. Eventually Zeus got revenge and tricked Kronos to throw up his siblings. The gods fought in a war that tore the Earth apart, but eventually the gods won, casting the evil Titans into Tartarus.

Zeus proclaimed himself King of the Gods and became the God of the Skies. His brother Poseidon became God of the Sea and the eldest son of Kronos, Hades became the God of the Underworld. Their sibling chose other domains to preside over.

And still Chaos and Order watched.

Over the years the Gods proved to be just but also arrogant leaders but they were better than the Titans.

Chaos and Order watched disapprovingly as Zeus cheated on his wife repeatedly, adding his immortal children to the Council of the Gods.

Lady Order had foreseen a time where the Titans would try to arise once again and their daughter Gaea would try again to claim the Earth as hers and Chaos and Order did not want that.

As powerful as they were, they could not interfere, they had created the Ancient Laws and they had to abide by them as well.

As immortals, they were constrained by the laws, but Chaos and Order were powerful and wise.

They created a solution.

As immortals they could not interfere.

But what if they were not immortal?

What if they were mortal?

And that is exactly what they did.

They released a part of their essence and created a mortal copy of themselves.
They released their copy into the world and fell into a deep slumber, not to awake until the Order and Chaos had met in mortal form and the time was right.

Their souls would enter the reincarnation cycle many times, as different people.
They were regular mortals and they were demigods.

They lived many lifetimes, never meeting the other, for the time was not right.

Centuries would pass and they would never meet.

That was until August 18, 1997, Chaos was reincarnated as a son of Poseidon. The greatest hero to live.

Perseus Jackson

Order was also reincarnated and for the first time in centuries, Chaos and Order met.

She became Annabeth Chase.

Because as Chaos and Order, they were made for each other, it was obvious that they would have an attraction towrds each other as mortals.

They would finally be released into their true forms on a fateful day.

The day that would tip the scales, the world either falling to evil or to good.

This day reached its peak with one fatal mistake.

A mistake that would change the world.