Trust me, I am NOT addicted to Chaos fics... It just so happens that this idea came off in my mind and I decided to post it because I think that when this story is done, it will not be as cliche as you think it will. So give me a shot.

Don't worry, guys. I'll have both my stories balanced-ly updated. I got the next chapter for Son of Chaos ready and now being edited by yours truly, same can be said for the next chapter of this story, so no biggie. Hopefully my sched isn't that full since Christmas is nearing.

Anyway, Hope you guys will like the first chapter. Here we go!

DISCLAIMER: AS MUCH AS I HATE IT, I WILL NEVER EVER OWN PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS, GET OVER IT.

Inside a dark room, a meeting is in commence.

"This is preposterous!" someone shouted.

There are 16 seats in this room and 11 were currently present. Two of which are standing and arguing with each other.

"They are breaking the laws and disrupting a planet to which the mortals live!" a man said.

This man is a charmer. He had glossy blonde hair that swept by his eyes. His eyes, which is a sparkling sky blue that you could be lost in to. His cheekbones are perfect as his face and well-built. He has an aura that is so bright. Brighter than Apollo. A blinding light as if he was the light itself. He could've made anyone fall for him but certainly not now. His face shows distress. Anger and angst are shown amongst his eyes and his brows scrunched down with frustration.

"I understand that, Aether, but if we act rash-" a woman said.

"Says the compulsive one!" he cutted her off.

Her wisdom in her words showed in her face. With her glossy black hair flowing over her left shoulder. Her face held high, in the act of offence in her words. If that wasn't convincing enough, her eyes, her blood red eyes shone in the darkness of the room, daring the man to oppose her words. Her hands were held against the table and she was glaring at the man across her. She was angry, yes, but anxiety is written all over her face, whatever the problem is, it is definitely big.

"Aether, Ananke, be quiet, arguing won't solve this crisis." Another person said.

His voice was strong. His face is calm with his short blode hair and running along his chin is a shaved beard. His light green eyes lights his tan face up. He shows command and stands tall with his sturdy built up body. As if, when he is your opponent in a knockout , you would feel like you are punching a mountain. He shows no emotion as if he is immovable. But he hel power as he speaks and anyone would bet he plays a large part in thus council.

"I must agree with Ourea." A woman with a gentle voice said. "You are both fighting like children and you are both millenias of age, the council is getting distress with you."

To start with her, she is pretty. She has a gentle face which is slightly tanned and shows her facial features clearly. Her blonde hair frames her face as she speaks. While her eyes glow with her words. Her eyes were red, not like Ananke's blood lust eyes but lighter, more welcoming. Today is just the same but the red in it seems paler and weaker than usual.

The council seems to agree to what she had said. Aether and Ananke, on the other hand, are still glaring at each other.

"I understand your point, Thesis." Aether said. "But if we don't act now-"

"But we will!" Ananke exclaimed. "But we must make a plan, a strategy, if we plow all of a sudden, mortals will be the one to perish."

Everybody now, seems to agree. Several heads nodded in agreement to Ananke's statement. Aether sighed, "Fine, but as soon as we have this planned out we have to execute this instantly."

"Alright," the man at the end of the table said. He stood up. His dark endless eyes, like the never-ending void scanned each one of them. His pure white hair swept upon his pale but perfect skin. He stands tall above the others, like how the Alpha wolf stands among his pack. He showed leadership within him, and you would not dare go against him. "Does everybody agree with this?"

He looked toward his right, "Aether?" he nodded.

After that, he looked at Ananke. "Ananke?"

"Of course, Chaos." She said.

"Ourea and Thesis?" he asked.

They both nodded.

He looked over to a tall and built up body. His eyes are golden and he has dark, shaggy, brown hair. His face is tan, with it held high. He looks so laid back, but his eyebrows are scrunched down to see he is very worried, "Chronos?"

"Yeah," he agreed.

He raised an eyebrow to a short lady to the left end of his. She has long, dark, brown hair tied in a ponytail matching her chocolate-brown eyes. She has her slim arms crossed as she stared back at the creator. Her lips curved into a smiled and she nodded.

Chaos sighed, "Alright, Nesoi. Next, Phanes?"

To say he is handsome or beautiful is an understatement of the millennia. His blonde, shaggy hair glows to the most in the dark room. His eyes change as if it was a kaleidoscope. Every part of him fits perfectly with his tan face and skin. Right now, as he nodded, "Yes," his eyes changed to the colors of the dark, showing weariness.

Chaos stared at the next woman and asked, "Hemera?"

She nodded in agreement, her shiny blonde hair bounces as it frames her slightly tanned face. While her sky blue eyes lit her whole face up. Her face represents a cheery girl's happy, sunny and playful day. Her arms are relaxed on the armrests of the chair, "Okay."

"I'm in." the man at the other side said. He had a shaggy raven black hair that is messy, but like an organized mess. His eyes brightened with its color, cerulean blue, it is as clear as the water and shone his slightly tanned face. His lips curved slightly up, making him smile a little. "Sorry, couldn't wait."

Aether rolled his eyes, "Of course. It's you, Pontus. It is so obvious."

He grinned and Chaos mentally sighed, "Uranus?"

"Sure," His voice echoed, as if he is shouting to the heavens. His jet-black hair flashed in the light. It swept across his dark-blue eyes with his tan skin. He is tall, well-built. He has this focused look on his face concentrating to the problem at hand.

Chaos nodded and said, "Alrighty then." Nesoi rolled his eyes.

Pontus stood up and looked over Ananke, "So, what's the plan?"

She looked over Chaos with an evil glint in her bloody eyes, "First, we need a champion, or rather, Lord Chaos needs a champion."

Percy woke up in cold sweat. He stared directly at the ceiling thinking back to his dream. He is all tangled up in his bed sheets, with his very messy hair. He shook out from his thoughts and sit up. He looked over his clock.

11:30.

Well, he missed breakfast. He sighed and stood up. He looked around. Messy bed, check. Scattered clothes, check. His eyes landed on his desk, or rather, the pictures of his friends, his family and…his girlfriend. He misses her. She's been spending a lot of her time repairing Olympus. She hardly visits camp. It feels like they were being torn apart little by little. They barely see each other. He doesn't know if she's avoiding him or just plain busy. He sighed and took a shower.

Once he was done, he freshened up. He wore a pair of dark-blue pants and a simple sea-green shirt. He put on his sneakers and head out.

First up, is sword fighting. Of course, it's not like he needed it but he helps teaching it. Besides, it's fun having duels with the others.

While walking to the arena, Percy thought back to his dream. Chaos… Where has he heard that name before? He must have heard it from their Greek lessons. Another question popped into his mind. Why would he get that dream? What was his relationship with Chaos? Those other people what are they talking about?

Questions keep rolling inside his head, he almost didn't notice he is at the arena if Clarisse didn't yell, "You're late, Prissy!"

He rolled his eyes at Clarisse and said, "Sorry, slept in."

He scanned the area, the Arena is twice the size as it used to be. After the war with Gaia and as she went back to sleep, the Roman and Greeks were able to make peace with each other. Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter emerged with each other and it was livelier than ever.

Anyway, Jason was at the other side of the Arena. He is currently watching the new campers fight their own practice duels. He just showed another basic move combine with a certain skill. He was watching the campers when he saw Percy and waved towards him for a duel.

"Hey, Percy! You up for a duel?" Jason asked.

To be completely honest, Jason felt jealous of Percy. Maybe it was a son of Zeus thing or maybe he just feels left out and replaced. He just can't help it. He wanted him, Percy, to be replaced. By him.

When the war was starting, he expected himself to be the one in charge. Him to lead the people. Him to be the leader. He wanted him to be praised. He wanted to be favoured by the gods. He wanted to become the most powerful demigod, to be the best that there is. No Percy Jackson, just him, Jason Grace, Son of Jupiter, Praetor of the Roman camp, Camp Jupiter and Defeater of Krios.

That's what he thought when Percy grinned and called out, "You bet!"

Maybe this time. Jason thought. Maybe this time I'll beat him and prove that I am more powerful than him.

They stood facing each other on the arena stage. The two already piqued the crowd's interest. Clarisse is at the end of the arena, by the passage way. She was grinning like crazy, her eyes flaring for blood. Percy drew his pen, Anaklusmos. Riptide. The new campers looked at the pen questionally. He uncapped it and the Celestial bronze sword came into view. This has caught all the new campers in surprise, their eyes twinkling in amazement. Jason unsheathed his Imperial Gold sword from his belt and positioned himself. It didn't look too much and it wasn't flashy like how Percy did with Riptide that made all the new campers love him, this just caused Jason to hate Percy more and more determined to bit him. Percy also did the same thing, positioned himself, and both of them stared at each other.

"So, the rules?" Percy ask

"The duel ends if one has his sword on his throat or is disarmed. Also, both of us may use our powers." Jason said, Then maybe I can beat you. He added in his mind.

"You sure? Powers?" Percy asked.

"Of course I am. It's a duel, right?" Jason answered.

"Yeah, well, we're both powerful and you know..." Percy trailed off.

"It'll be fine." Jason faced the crowd. "Right, everybody?"

The campers nodded in the agreement, wanting to see the full extent of the two most powerful demigods, while the Mars and Ares campers' body shake and went all giddy with excitement. They all shouted, "Yeah!"

Jason faced Percy with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, "So?"

Percy grinned, "Alright then, let's do it."

They got ready and circled each other. They eyed each others position carefully with their trained eyed. Percy has his sword across and away from his body slanting upward to the direction of his face. His left hand is knuckled with his arm bent dragging it backward. His right foot is oblique to his left foot, facing his body towards the crowd but his face and eyes trained to Jason. He has his body bent forward ready to slash.

Jason on the other hand, is opposite to Percy's position. His right hand which is holding his Imperial Gold sword is at his held back directing the point to Percy. His left arm is blocking his body as if holding he is a shield. His feet are spread apart, with his knees bending and his body lurching forward.

In the blink of an eye, the two charged. Both of them met at the middle of the stage arena. Jason was going to stab Percy but he was able to block it by slashing upward. The two metals clang against each other. The power they had put into their first slash sent them both to step back because of the force. As fast as they stumbled were twice as fast as they recover. Percy as a Greek, slashed towards Jason. As a Roman, they are always used to offence so they often stab, seeing that stabbing is useless, he put his sword in front of him, blocking the attack. Percy kept slashing upward, downward, sideward, and diagonally, never stopping to take a breath. Jason blocked his strikes by stopping each and every bit of them, stepping backward each slash. Jason seeing, himself losing with defence, quickly switched to offence. Blocking Percy's attack, he skimmed his sword with such force towards Percy's sword that sent him to stumble back earning a break for Jason to change their roles. The position of the two switched, making Jason on offence and Percy on defence. Jason tried stabbing Percy several times, but he kept blocking it with his slashes. Jason having enough of this sword play, tried stabbing Percy's ankle, causing Percy to twist his arm enough to block the attack. Jason spun, he got physical and he tried to elbow him to the gut. With his very fast reflexes, Percy used his palm to stop the attack. He used his sword to push Jason's sword backward. He stumbled as Percy slashed downward. Jason blocked his attack yet again and this time used his powers. He used his control over the wind, and flew upward. His sword is now cackling with electricity. Percy's eyes narrow, he felt a tug in his gut. Wind began to pick up from his feet and seconds later his in his own personal hurricane. His feet were lifted up to the air. Percy and Jason are now in an eye to eye level.

Percy knew he wasn't going to win this duel that easily if he didn't think this through. Normally, being Percy, he just wings almost every fight he gets into. But Jason's duel were different, his attacks could've killed him if they weren't equal in power. If he didn't know better, he'll almost think Jason does want to kill him. Percy eyed Jason's sword carefully. It was sparkling with electricity. Surely, he would have lightning chasing him later. Percy moved with his hurricane with a steady pace towards Jason. Jason used this opportunity to gain momentum and maybe hit Percy. When Percy was nearing him, he tried stabbing him, but instead of blocking it with his sword, he dodged forcing Percy to step backward. Jason kept stabbing him but Percy followed his pace and dodged along with Jason's attacks.

Wind currents. Percy thought. Maybe I could change their route or just mess them up.

With this thought in his mind, he boosted the power of his hurricane. Looks like his plan worked out, Jason went unbalanced and stumbled towards the ground. Jason held onto his sword using it to stop his crash landing. Percy lowered the power of his hurricane transferring it to the ground causing an earthquake beneath Jason. Jason kept stumbling around hardly having the chance to stand up properly. He was having a hard time keeping up. He wanted to win. He needed to win. He raised his winds' power level and it lifted him up again. Percy saw that Jason was lifted from the ground again. He stopped the earthquake and focused on Jason's sword. The electricity in it was out.

Time to charge. Percy thought.

He fastened his pace. He brought his sword downward towards Jason. Luckily, Jason was fast enough to block the attack and make Percy stumble. The force both made them step backward and Jason flipping in the air. Percy took this chance to put him back to the ground again and maybe disarm him. With another tug in his gut, Percy summoned a hurricane beneath Jason catching him in the middle of the hurricane. Jason tried his best to control the winds. He was trying but failing to keep up. Percy, seeing Jason struggle, summoned two more miniature hurricanes to disrupt his control.

That's when things started to go wrong. Percy felt a sharp pain in his gut. It feels like he's been slashed a couple of times in his stomach and just kept bleeding to death. At the same time, the hurricanes are coming closer and closer to Jason while he kept himself steady.

Percy yelled, "Stop!"

Instead of that happening, the pain increased. The wind picked up and Jason has lost control and now flying to who knows what hurricane. He was being tossed and thrown by the hurricanes and in its tough wind. Soon, screams of campers are heard from the campers. Percy was still riding his hurricane which is so high, he's barely seen. Luckily or unluckily for Jason, the currents change which threw him outside the arena, landing with such power which knocking him unconscious.

Chiron finally arrived in the arena. Fortunately, none were hurt and were able to get out of the arena. The only bad thing is Percy is still working on the hurricane. Chiron yelled to Percy to stop but his yells were being blocked by Percy's screams of pain and carried away by the strong wind. Things were going out of control. Things in the arena are being thrown, that includes the very dangerous swords. Chiron went back outside and told the campers to keep a distance from the arena. He also ordered two Apollo campers to carry Jason to the infirmary.

Percy was clutching his stomach, gripping and begging the pain to stop. He was not worried for himself but he is very worried about the camp. He has to keep everyone safe. He has to keep himself in control. With all the strength that he could muster, he yelled, "STOP!"

Ever so slowly, the hurricanes began to dissolve. Percy was slowly descending to the ground. His face is paper white pale and he was hardly breathing. As soon as Percy's feet touched the ground, he slipped into unconsciousness and collapsed to the hard ground. The only thing he heard after that was a huge thunderclap.

In the infirmary, Jason and Percy are being kept in. Jason is being tended in another room by an Apollo healer with Piper. Piper is feeding him ambrosia while the Apollo healer cast his broken arm. The healer said that Jason's accident was fortunate. It was nothing life-threatening though he would have to stop first in sword fighting and rest fro him to heal. Slowly, the bruises in his body began to disappear. Piper set the bowl of ambrosia down and looked at Jason. He is starting to wake up. His eyes flutter open and were met by Piper's concern but curious kaleidoscope eyes.

"What happened?" Piper asked.

Jason stared back at her and sat up. He struggle on his elbows. His vision is getting a little blur and he was getting dizzy. He was feeling a major headache coming.

Fortunately, Piper saw and ordered him to lay back down, "Jason, rest." she put more force in it causing Jason's eyes to glaze because of her charmspeak.

Seconds later, Jason snapped back to reality and stared back at Piper, "What was that for?"

"You're injured." she said while raising her eyebrow. "You're seriously gonna walk around camp when you can't even sit up without getting a headache?"

Jason sighed. He laid back down, knowing that he lost the argument, "What happened?"

Piper frowned, "We're the ones whose suppose to be asking that. What did happen?"

Jason racked his head, only to have a migraine struck him. "I don't actually remember. Everything's vague and a blur but, if I remember correctly, Percy just lost control."

Piper's frown got deeper. Confusion wrote all over her face, "Percy? Lost control? Of what?"

"His powers," Jason answered. "Yeah, that's right. We were in a middle of the duel and, like I said, things got out of control for Percy. His hurricanes picked up power and I lost my control over the winds and I got tossed and turned by his hurricanes. Next thing I know, here I am."

"Really now, Jason?" A voice entered.

By the door, stood Chiron and Dionysus. Jason answered, "Yes, that's how I remember it."

Dionysus raised an eyebrow, "Hm? So it's all Perry's fault, huh?"

Chiron frowned, "It seems so, Mr. D"

"Well, someone must report this to father, now, right?" Dionysus asked, smirking a bit, which went unnoticed by the others.

"I- Yes, of course. But, shouldn't we check up on Percy for a bit?" Chiron said, hesitantly.

"Sir," the Apollo camper excused, "Percy's still unconscious, I don't think we can wake him up for a few more hours."

"See, Chiron?" Dionysus raised an eyebrow, "Besides, isn't it a need that we report everything that happens here to my father?"

"Yes, I guess so..." Chiron trailed off.

"All right then," he snapped his fingers and out came a security card, "I should get going."

After that, he vanished into thin air, leaving the scent of freshly rip grapes. Chiron looked at Jason and said, "Jason, I suggest you stay with Piper and rest for awhile. Can you watch him for me, Piper?"

"Of course, Chiron." Piper nodded.

In the middle of the night, a man sat at his balcony watching a video or a clip in an Iris message. He laid down comfortably, watching a boy at his fifteens or sixteens slash and hack against an army of monsters. His dark eyes scan every move of his. How he spins, how he attacks and even how he use every part, inch or ounce of his body.

"Hello Chaos," A woman's voice called out. "You've been watching this boy for quite some time now. Ever since we discuss our plan to stop their plans, you've taken special interest in him. Do you think, he will be the one to turn their plans over?"

Chaos slashed his arm through the image, "I don't know, Ananke. But, he feels different. Even after watching every single quest, every single move and every single step, he just feels so…weird, unpredictable and irrational. Though, his bravery and loyalty excels to the max. His ability to get through tight situations amazes me. And I am loving how the boy retorts with such amusing sarcastic comments."

"So," Ananke stared at him. "Is he the one you chose?"

Chaos sighed, "Like I said, his loyalty is beyond measure, but he is perfect for what you are planning. But, Ananke..." he stared at her.

"Yes, Lord?" Ananke asked.

"I told you don't call me that...!" Chaos whined.

"Hm, if you find that boy weird, I find the same attitudes in you. Your mood swings are definitely weird." Ananke smiled.

Chaos sighed, "Just, do not pressure the boy, if he ever accepts, make it sure that he joins with the full of his heart and with his mind and soul in that decision."

"Will you be training him yourself?" she asked.

"Maybe, Maybe not, I don't really know." Chaos said.

"When will you decide yet?" Another voice enters.

A blinding light appeared in the middle of the balcony, but Chaos and Ananke merely shrugged it off. When the light died down, Aether appeared.

Chaos raised an eyebrow at him, "Ever heard of knocking?"

Aether rolled his eyes, "If you're still deciding to become the ever so mature creator of the universe thing, you are clearly failing it."

Chaos glared at him, "Well, if you don't keep bugging me like that, I could've done it."

Aether ignored him. "Is he really the one you choose?"

Chaos snapped his fingers. An image showed a seventeen year old boy in the middle of a monster army, by the Parthenon. He stared at it for a while and said, "I think...he is the one we need. He is a person who would not betray but remain loyal to us. He would use his powers wisely and properly."

Aether opened his mouth before the mist, or rather, the water vapor swirled itself in front of him. Seconds later, Pontus came into view.

He had his arms crossed and spoke, "Why not ask him now?"

"How many primordials will just barge into my palace?" Chaos complained.

"None more, I think." Pontus shrugged.

Chaos stared at him. "I think?"

"Well-" Pontus started.

"Gentlemen," Ananke cut in. "Could we continue with the discussion?"

"How do you do that?" Aether asked.

Ananke frowned, but her fingers are twitching, clearly annoyed. "Do what, exactly, Aether?"

Aether waved his hands in front of Ananke, gesturing to herself, "Be the primordial goddess of compulsion but not be...compulsive."

By the time Aether has finished his sentence, Ananke's hands are pale white. Her lips are pursed together with her eyes close, twitching ever so slightly.

"Heeeyyy, Annaaankeee." Aether singed.

"Would you please be quiet, Aether?!" Ananke shouted, her red eyes flaring with flames.

Chaos and Pontus sniggered as Aether stepped back, raising his hands. He said, "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. It was just a joke."

"A very annoying joke. Same can be said for you Aether. You are very annoying." Ananke glared at him.

"Oh, please, I am not annoying. I am very tolerable." Aether spread his arms.

"Correction:" Pontus started. "Not very tolerable."

"But barely and just barely tolerable," Chaos grinned. "For Ananke, well, you're a living Hades, as the demigods say."

"Hey!" Aether whined.

"Gentlemen!" Ananke interrupted, her fingers, twitching again. "As much as I love seeing you insult Aether for his annoyance, we really need to discuss this matter."

"Yes, well," Chaos said. "I choose him. Let us see if your children, the Fates will allow it."

Percy's eyes opened and met the ceiling of the Big House. His breathing is hollow as he stared upward. He tried to sit up, only to hit a major migraine as he rest his head on the headboard. He has his back laid against his pillow with his blanket covering his feet. He was clutching his head, reaching over to the chalice filled with nectar.

He took a sip of the nectar. He looked out of the window. It was morning, he can smell the morning breeze and see that the sun is just about to rise up but it was dark. Clouds are forming which seems to cause a storm. It probably was, thunder is starting to rumble above and it was getting dark. Zeus is probably getting angry. Problem is, Percy had no idea what he's so angry about.

He tried to remember back but his thoughts are drifting towards his latest dream. Chaos. And the Primordials. They can't seem to get out of his brain these past few hours. It was getting annoying with all the unsolved questions floating in his head as he receive these dreams. Adding to the headache is that he just discovered that he was being watch by the creator himself. Hey, he saw himself slashing the Hades out of, well, Hades' army. Percy was getting tired of this question coming up but, Why? Why is Chaos now watching him? Choose him for what? Foil whose plan? Who is -?

Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed. Percy jumped. Eyes wide with the loudness and clearness, especially the closeness of the lightning to him. What has Zeus angry?

"I suppose you are hearing the Lord's, ah, anger." Chiron entered.

"Anger?" Percy asked. "What'd I do this time?"

Chiron raised an eyebrow. "This time?"

"What? He always blame me for something."

"Not always, Percy."

"Really?" Percy raised an eyebrow.

"Frequently. At least."

"Same. So, Chiron..." Percy stared at him. "What happened?"

"Do you know why you're here?" Chiron asked.

"I, I...actually don't remember..." Percy trailed off. "What did happen?"

"You happen, Perseus." Chiron pointed.

Percy frowned. "Me? What did I did?"

"Have you seen the arena?" Chiron questioned.

He looked outside and directed his attention to the arena. From afar, it looks like a complete mess. The shrubs an plants surrounding it are gone. There are rough scratches on the ground and the building. The insides are not that seen but some swords are scattered by the entrance and passageway. A chunk of the building is torn off, making it look like the Roman Colliseum but the walls covered and is in Greek architecture.

"And you say I did that? How?" Percy exclaimed.

"Remember, Perseus, you were in a duel with Jason?" Chiron asked.

"Yeah, before I was here," Percy tried to remember. "We were sparring in front of the campers, powers were allowed, Jason allowed them to be of use and then minutes later, we were riding the wind. Jason was controlling the currents while I was riding my hurricane. And..."

"You lost control," Chiron finished.

Percy's head shot up. His eyes widen as he exclaimed, "I didn't-!" then it hit him. "...lost control." he trailed off.

Chiron nodded. "You did. That's why you and the campers are called to Olympus."

"Why a few others?" Percy questioned.

"It seems they are needed in the meeting it seems." Chiron said.

"But they're not in trouble, are they?" Percy frowned. He could not bare to see his friends in trouble.

"Don't worry, Perseus. They are not in trouble." Chiron reassured. He didn't say that he was safe.

Chiron knew it. He knew what will happen. He was already informed, he already get why Zeus is so angry. Percy is a threat to the eyes of Zeus. It seems impossible but Zeus has made it very clear. It worries the old centaur. It worries him enough to say he was scared for the life of the young hero.

"Oh, alright." Percy eyes lightened. He can see Annabeth again. He wasn't worried of getting in trouble. But he is excited to see his girlfriend again after the, oh, so long time they haven't seen each other. "When will we get going?"

Chiron faced his favorite student in grave, not bothering to hide his emotions of fear, pity and sorrow which bothered Percy, "Immediately,"

Yehey! First chapter done. Like I said, hope you'll like it and make sure to hit that review button down there, which I, and every author out there, would love you to do. Also, the next chapter will be posted as soon as ppossible and as soon as I have my free time, and like I also said, it is currently in editing so stand down.

Like I do in my other story in every chapter, A QUESTION! Drum roll please?

If Percy will be having a MORTAL job, what do you think it will be? A detective or a singer?

I know it's weird but considering my personality as I love music and mystery I decided on those two occupations.

Anyway, see you guys then! Bye-ah!