CHAPTER ONE

Somewhere, a hydra hissed.

Mark Anderson, son of Poseidon, jumped, awakened from his doze at his guarding post.

He saw the hydra crash into the barrier again, and he drew his blade.

"Help!" He called out, and lit the warning torch.

After a few minutes, no one came, and the hydra was still attacking the barrier.

Mark charged forward, past the barrier, and slashed at the hydra, which snarled at him, and slammed a paw into him, sending him flying into camp.

As he charged back in, the hydra whipped its tail, and Mark dodged it, but was unable to dodge its claw again, sending him flying past the barrier again.

As he was about to charge again, Percy dashed past him, Riptide in his hand, and three tridents of water flying towards the hydra.

The hydra snarled in pain as the tridents flew into it, and when Percy thrust his blade into it; it shrieked in pain, and dissolved.

"Are you okay?" Percy asked Mark.

At that moment, Chiron arrived, with half of the campers.

Mark took the opportunity.

"No, I'm not okay, Percy!" He yelled. "You just tried to kill me!"

Percy looked bewildered.

"What?" He asked. "I just saved your life!"

Mark glared at him.

"You swung Riptide straight into me!" He accused. "That's how I got these scratches on me."

Percy glowered at him.

"You. Stupid. Brother. Of. Mine. Got. Them. From. The. Hydra." He said slowly.

"Percy tried to kill Mark!" Several campers yelled out loud. They were part of Mark's inner band of followers. "He's jealous of Mark's relationship with Annabeth!"

As more campers began yelling abuse at Percy, Chiron raised his hand.

"We have no evidence that Percy did, or did not harm Mark." He said. "We will wait for Dionysus to give us an report."

"No!" Mark yelled, leveling his blade at Percy's throat. "I want him dead, or gone!"

Chiron sighed.

"Mark, put down the sword." He said.

Mark raised his sword, and dozens of people called for Percy to leave. Those who had known him since the war against Kronos didn't say anything, but watched sadly.

Percy held up his hand.

After a long time, he spoke. "Fine," Percy said, and left the camp.

Oceanus watched from his temporary fortress as the Son of Poseidon left the protection of Camp Half-Blood.

He chucked in amusement.

"Aria," He said to his daughter. "Here is what you must do."

Percy looked back at the camp once before, and shook his head angrily.

Then he stepped into the water, and slowly, he drifted off into the arms of the sea, providing a soft blanket of protection for him as he slept.

Percy woke. He was near France, he was sure.

"Percy Jackson," A rich voice boomed.

Percy quickly uncapped Riptide, looking around in the sea.

As he did, a figure materialized in front of him.

"Hello, Hero of Olympus." The man said.

"To whom am I speaking to?" Percy demanded.

"I am Chaos." The figure said. "Take my hand, and we will speak somewhere private."

As Percy's fingers touched his, they disappeared.

Percy arrived in an Office, where Chaos was sitting in his seat, studying him.

"You have been betrayed, yes?" He asked.

After a moment of hesitation, Percy replied.

"Yes, my lord." He said.

"No need for the formalities," Chaos waved his reply aside. "You may call me Chaos."

"Very well, Chaos." Percy said. "What is needed of me?"

"I have a new army, known as the Chaotic Sect. And I need a very capable commander. I would like you to be that leader."

Percy swallowed.

"Forgive me, Chaos," He said slowly, and Chaos nodded for him to continue. "But I will not live long enough to help you accomplish much."

Chaos smiled deviously.

"Well, we can get around that, if you accept my offer." He said.

Percy thought about the option for a few seconds, before making his decision.

"I accept your offer to be the Chaotic Sect's Commander."

Chaos nodded.

"Then so be it." He said. And as he did, energy slammed into Percy, destroying his body, and destroying his powers. "Ale'a Com'eta'suka. Ki' ra sella' na ra!"

Purple streaks of energy flowed into Percy, as well as several strings of white, healing energy.

After a while, Percy woke.

"What happened to me?" He asked Chaos.

"I gave you new powers and new skills." Chaos said. "But first, I had to destroy your old powers."

"What… are my new powers?" Percy asked curiously.

"You have two Offensive powers, and three Defensive powers." Chaos said. "What they are, you will find out, when it is time. For now, it is time for you to present yourself to the Chaotic Sect."

I really hope you enjoyed this! Well, this is my first fanfiction in two years, so sorry if I'm a bit rusty. Thanks and leave comments, thoughts, and reviews! Thanks.

-Arko