A/N-I'm back! I feel so bad about leaving you guys without an update for so long, but I had a bit of a rough start to the school year and I'm only just now getting back on track. Anyway because I feel bad, this is the longest chapter yet so...here's Chapter 9! Enjoy!

Disclaimer-I don't own PJO and I never will

-Last Time on Moros: Assassin of Chaos-

"These," he said, the smile remaining on his face the entire time, "are the Warriors of Chaos. As for why they are here…" He turned back to his soldiers, his face once again impassive, and shouted, "Warriors! Why are we here?!" The response of hundreds of voices shouting at once was deafening. "TO FIGHT, SIR!" he turned back to me, smiling once again and said simply, "There's your answer." And looking out onto the army, I felt hope rekindle inside me.

THIRD PERSON POV

Camp Half-Blood was buzzing, that much was clear. Whether from excitement or nervousness, nobody knew. The Warriors of Chaos had set up their campsite on the outskirts of the camp and honestly, the demigods were terrified. The thing looked like a freaking fortress, with watchtowers and everything. To make things worse, they had huge guardian things stationed at all possible entrances to the fort. These creatures were incredibly fast, as the Stolls had found out earlier in the day, and they wouldn't let a soul within 100 yards of the camp.

Inside the fort was the sole reason the guardians were in place at all. Having locked himself inside his chambers, Percy pondered over his mistrust of he campers. His guardians were stationed outside he fort because of his paranoia. Even his own soldiers were wary of the beasts, and some had even suggested removing them. It was only Percy's rank that kept his soldiers from doing anything.

Deciding that too much of this self-doubt would eat away at his unwavering confidence, Percy made his way to the door seeking some fresh air. And by fresh air, he meant a good old-fashioned scouting run to help take his mind off things. Grabbing his weapons and a couple air strike markers-you never know what might go wrong, and the fighter jets were always on standby, so in some ways it would be a waste not to use them-he made his way out of the fortress and onto Half-Blood Hill.

Closing his eyes, he stretched out his senses to locate the enemy camp. It only took him a few seconds-because really, hundreds of monsters in one place emit a huge signal-and once he found it he flashed directly to the location.

When he arrived he nearly fell out of the tree he found himself in. Stretching out for miles in front of him was the single largest army Percy had ever witnessed. There were all types of monsters, and even some Titans camped out below him. His eyes were immediately drawn to the center of the encampment, where a massive fortress stood, making the Warrior's fort look tiny in comparison. After the initial shock had worn off, Percy began to formulate a plan in his Chaos-blessed brain. He quickly thought of one, and wasted no time setting it in motion.

Swinging down from the tree that he was perched upon, Percy began to make his way stealthily through the tent. After fifteen minutes he had made it within twenty yards of the main fortress, encountering only minimal resistance. Carefully maneuvering between piles of human flesh-Percy did not want to know where they got that-he finally made it to the east wall of the fort.

As Percy stood silently by the bottom of the wall, he once again used the time to observe his surroundings. The being running this fortress certainly knew their stuff. There was a strict rotation of guards along the entire wall, with only minimal time between switches. Getting in was looking more difficult by the second.

Quickly rummaging around in his cloak for a rope, Percy studied the structure of the wall in front of him. It was a simple structure, made of obsidian blocks stacked atop each other. This left plenty of gaps for hand- and foot-holds. Having not found the rope he was looking for, Percy let out a frustrated sigh as he realized he was going to have to do this the hard way.

Finding places to grip the wall was not the hard part, it was the holding on that was a struggle. Percy managed to make the climb rather easily, only slipping and nearly dying a painful death five or six times. Once he reached the top, he hauled himself over the edge, somersaulting up and over the guard patrolling huge walkway. Catching him by surprise, Percy slit the monster's throat and continued further into the fort. Slipping between shadows casted by the walls, Percy made his way closer to what appeared to be the main room. The monster signal emitted from that central location was Percy finally reached the edge of the room, he discovered he was actually one floor above the main room. Deciding that this would probably be the better approach, Percy leaned over the side to get a glimpse into the room below.

He immediately wished he hadn't.

There were so many monsters below him that Percy couldn't even figure out the layout of the room. The worst part was that Percy himself couldn't identify half of the monsters that were down there, and he had fought against monsters from all over the universe. He definitely needed information now. From his position, crouched atop the rim of the room, Percy could hear all talking going on below him. It was the perfect vantage point for scouting. Just as he got settled into his crouch, the main doors flew open, allowing access to the person behind them. Instantly, all noises in the room stopped, as all heads turned towards the newcomer. There were multiple pillars blocking Percy's view of the person, but by the way the monsters all bowed in submission, he figured the person was of great importance. As the man passed between the pillars, Percy's suspicion was confirmed. The person was a man, all twenty feet of him. Percy was not close enough to see what he looked like, but based on the fact that all he wanted to do in this man's presence was punch something, he was able to guess that the man was Menoetius, Titan of violent anger and rash action.

He was followed by another man, this one also a massive twenty feet in size. With every step he took ground cracked and pillars shifted, living up to his title. This was Perses, Titan of destruction. It took all of Percy's willpower to keep him from sucking in a breath at the sight of two very destructive Titans in one place, let alone a place full of monsters following their every command. When they had finally taken their thrones, Perses spoke. "Rise." That one word carried so much power behind it, and the sound of his voice was harsh, sounding like boulders repeatedly smashing together. Immediately, all the monsters stood as one, a well oiled machine ready to follow their leaders to the edge of the earth. Once all of his soldiers had risen, Perses continued. "Tomorrow is the day! Tomorrow, we advance on the demigod camp! Tomorrow we march for demigod blood!" The monsters responded with a resounding shout, their voices blending as one and rising up into the night. When they had settled down, Menoetius took up the speech. "But for tonight...we feast on a different kind of flesh." Looking right at Percy as he continued, he said, "Tonight we feast on the flesh of an assassin!"

At first Percy was frozen with shock, his only thought how did they see me-before instincts kicked in and he jumped for the roof. As he jumped, the monsters threw everything they had at him, literally. A well-thrown spear caught him in the stomach, but it didn't go through because of the armor Percy wore. Nonetheless, the hit probably cracked a couple of ribs. Ignoring the small shot of pain he felt through the adrenaline racing through his body, Percy continued his climb towards the roof. As he reached the roof, he threw an air strike marker back into the room, before jumping off of the edge and onto the ground below. As he landed, a white-hot pain shot up his leg, stemming from his ankle, and he fell to the ground. When he tried to get back up, his leg buckled underneath him and he fell back onto the earth. Not to be denied, he stood up again, this time leaning on the wall next to him. Looking around for something to help him, Percy spotted a stick on the ground nearby. Hobbling over to the spot where he saw the stick, Percy reached down and picked it up. Testing it to see if the stick can hold his weight, a grim smile stretches across his face when it does. Percy had only just started to limp away from the center of the camp when he heard the telltale sounds of the fighter jets. Pushing himself to go faster, he just made it to the edge of the clearing before the sky was lit up as the jets unleashed hell upon the fortress. Still, he was no out of the blast zone, and he was swept off of his feet and hurled into a boulder by the force of the blast. Hitting his head on the boulder, Percy let out a defeated sigh as unconsciousness took hold of him.

Waking up was never Percy's favorite part of the day, let alone waking up after being knocked unconscious the way he was. Groaning, he lifted himself into a sitting position before assessing his injuries. His ankle was throbbing, which didn't surprise him considering the fall he took. His head was also pounding, which was a bit of a bummer because now he couldn't flash back to Camp Half-Blood, so he was going to have to walk. After lifting himself to his feet, he grabbed his walking stick and began the trek home.

It was a three-hour hike, so he had plenty of time to think about what he witnessed during his scouting run. The fact that the Titans knew he was there was very troubling. Although looking back on it he could see a faint black outline around their bodies, which he was going to have to ask Chaos about. In the meantime, he had to hurry back to camp to warn them of the attack coming later in the day. Even though he had called in that airstrike, Percy knew that there was no possibility that it had wiped out the entire enemy army. If he was lucky, which he usually wasn't, it had taken out about a fourth of the monsters, and the Titans would still be ready to fight. Setting his mind on the task at hand, he sped up his pace. Belatedly, Percy realized that he could switch to his wolf form, and while it would still have the broken ankle, it would be much faster than his human form. Quickly shifting into the animal, he began to run towards camp, thanking Chaos for the incredibly high pain tolerance of a wolf.

THIRD PERSON POV (AT CAMP HALF-BLOOD)

Things were looking good at camp for the demigods, or at least as good as they can while in the middle of a war. The air had a peaceful feel to it, and if you were to overlook the giant fort on the edge of the camp, it could have been just like any other day. Well, until Chaos' right-hand man crested the top of Half-Blood Hill as a wolf, promptly turned into a human, and then collapsed. Campers immediately dropped what they were doing and raced to the scene. They got there just in time to see him stand up again, albeit with quite a bit of help from the soldiers flanking him. It was obvious he was exhausted, if the sight of his head lolling against his chest was anything to go by. They saw him say something to the men next to him, who promptly ran off in the direction of the Hunters of Artemis. The campers did not envy the poor souls that had to confront them.

After a few awkward minutes of silence, in which the campers were shuffling about, unsure of what was going on, and the warriors stood stock still, the two soldiers returned with a goddess close behind. As soon as she saw the man being held up by the soldiers, she stopped in her tracks and closed her eyes. Within moments a blindingly gold flash lit up the hill, before disappearing and leaving a smiling sun god in its place. The smile quickly fell off of his face however at the sight of the man's injuries. He rushed over to the man, quickly said a few words to him, and flashed both of them out of sight. They were followed quickly by Artemis, who followed their example by flashing away, no doubt to their location. The warriors quickly dispersed back to their activities, leaving the campers standing alone and confused on the top of the hill. Only one thought ran through their minds:

What the hell just happened?

A/N-Let me know what you guys thought of this chapter and what you want to see in the next one, which will hopefully take less time than this one to update. Until next time,

-Eaglesblack14