Chapter 1: Introductions, Warning, Alecto

A/N: Demigods and goddesses, welcome to the first chapter of 'The Lord of All'. Please be sure to follow and favorite. Also, be sure to leave a review for every chapter. The first three genuine reviews for every chapter shall be responded to in the following chapter. And please, I want genuine thoughts and reactions to the chapters, not just 'Great job' and such.

Also, please be patient with me. I will be going through each book, from 'The Lightning Thief' to the 'Blood of Olympus'. This means that if I get to that point before the book comes out, this fan-fiction will be put on hold until it comes out and I read it. Anyway, as you will notice, I am going to be following said books rather closely.

Now, in case you didn't know, this fan-fiction was once known as 'King of the Universe and Lover of Chaos'. In case you haven't guessed (if you didn't read the previous version of this...which I took down), this will be a Percy x Chaos fan-fiction. Also, since I have so many other fan-fiction ideas, there will be a vote nearing the end of this one. I won't give you the details now, but know that you (the readers) will get to choose which one I write next.

Anyway, I already did the whole disclaiming thing in the description of the fan-fiction, but I'll do it one more time anyway.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Percy Jackson and The Olympians! Nor do I own The Heroes of Olympus! Both of the series and characters are owned by Rick Riordan.

Now, onto the chapter! Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Do you want to be a half-blood?

What's your answer going to be? Is it a yes or a no?

If your answer is yes, then you're either naive or stupid. Either that or you're just a sure-of-him/herself, cocky asshole. Or, then again, maybe you're just a demigod. But, we'll address that possibility later. Anyway, trust me on this. If you were to be in the position I'm in right now, you'd be wishing with every fiber of your very being that you were a mortal. But, I suppose everything has its ups and downs, light moments and dark moments. It just happens to be that being a demigod is bad about 85% of the time.

Now, if your answer is no, then your smarter than you think...sadly that may lead to an inflated ego like that of a certain Lord of the Sky (Shut up Zeus, we all know it's true!). But, that's another story for another time. So, to keep another ego from inflating to universal proportions, we'll have to stop with the compliments.

Anyway, it would just be a lot better for you if you were to be a mortal who can't see through the Mist. You should want this because the dangers are very, very real and they are out there. In fact, more often than not, they are even closer than you could ever possibly dream of. Sometimes, the dangers are right there, in your face. Snarling, hissing, growling or even threatening you (If said danger can talk, but that is beside the point.). That or the danger is lurking, watching your every move. It's probably even stalking you like a jaguar does a deer, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. But, luckily for mortals, there are only two things keeping them safe from harm.

One would be a magic force known as the Mist. The Mist can only be seen through by demigods (for the most part) and clear-sighted mortals. Oops, let's not forget about the gods and of course, the monsters. They can see through it too. In fact, more often than not, they radiate the Mist. And, as a way to cope, mortals often see things that they want to see. So, if you were to see the Chimera...your brain may process it as a cute little puppy or perhaps a scrawny tomcat.

The second thing both directly and indirectly keeping you safe is demigods. They protect you directly when they are on quests, killing monsters before any harm comes to you. And we indirectly help protect mortals when we end up as 'tasty' morsels for said monsters, temporarily satisfying their hunger. Even then, we always take as many of those ugly bastards with us as we can.

Now, if you're a demigod, you have two choices. The first is to close this up and never come back to it. Pretend you never saw or read this. Act as if you are none-the-wiser and could care less about what you find out. Maybe, if Lady Tyche or the Fates are feeling gracious, you'll never be dragged into the world I live in every day. But, like I said, you have a second option. Your second option is to get to Camp Half-Blood. But, if you do choose that then you have to get there as fast as you possibly can. Preferably, you get to Camp before the monsters that may or may not be chasing you, get to you (Depends on how strong your scent is...).

Now, who am I? Well sometimes I even ask myself that question. There are times when the little voice in my head answers for me and other times it asks the same thing. It really is a good question to ask. Nevertheless, the answer to your question is simple. My name is Perseus Jackson and until a few months ago, I was a boarding school student at Yancy Academy. It's this private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.

I thought I was normal until a few months ago. I thought I was a regular mortal or as regular as a 'troubled kid' (Note the sarcasm.) could be. If only I had known what I know now...

Of course, I could start anywhere in my short, miserable and unfinished life to prove my point. However, I think that things only started going really bad just when I had started to think things were getting better.

It was during our sixth-grade field trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in Manhattan. It was just the Latin class, so it was twenty-eight mental-case kids and two teachers on a rented greyhound bus. Everyone, minus me and Mr. Brunner, seemed to be dreading this trip. Honestly, I didn't see what was so bad; I was looking forward to it. I mean, all we were doing was going to the museum to look at Greek and Roman stuff.

Okay, okay. Maybe I can see why everyone was both hating and dreading the idea of this trip. But, honestly, I couldn't see a problem with it. But then again, I loved Greek/Roman mythology. In fact, I could remember the majority, if not all of the myths. Well...the Greek mythology anyway, all I could remember about the Roman was the names of the gods and what not. Anyway, when I had found out about the trip, I had high hopes that it would all go smoothly. Alternatively, my next best option was to avoid trouble in any form that it came to me in. If only I had known how hopeless it truly was to stay out of trouble on this particular trip.

You see, every time I go on a field-trip, something bad happens. Take last year as an example. We went to the Saratoga battlefield and I had this accident with a cannon. I swore to the principle and school staff that I hadn't been aiming for the buses, but they didn't believe me. I got expelled two days after I got called down. Then, before that, there was the fourth-grade field trip. We had been taking this behind-the-scenes tour of the Marine World shark pool. Well, I may have accidentally pulled the wrong lever on the catwalk. If only we had brought extra clothes. Then, before that, on the third-grade field trip...well...I'm sure you have an idea of what I mean.

I was absolutely determined to be on my best behavior on this trip. However, it seems that whatever immortal being or beings ruled this world, wanted to test me. Of course, that is one thing I will never really know or find out for sure. Anyway, all the way into Manhattan, I had to put up with this freckly, redheaded kleptomaniac girl named Nancy Bobofit. What was she doing? Well, Nancy was pegging my best friend, Grover, with chunks of a peanut butter and ketchup sandwich. I always have and probably always will wonder if it was her sandwich or someone else's. I will even keep wondering if the person that owned the sandwich intended to eat it.

Now, you may be wondering, why Grover? Well to be entirely truthful, the guy is probably the easiest target in the group. He's scrawny and he cries when he gets frustrated. Grover had the looks of someone who was held back a few grades. He was the only sixth-grader that had acne and the start of a wispy beard on his chin. Then, on top of all of that, he was crippled. The dude had a note that excused him from PE for life. He showed the note to me once. It had said that he had some kind of muscular disease in his legs. When he walked, it looked like every step he took brought him excruciating pain. But, don't let that fool you. You should've been there to see him run to the cafeteria when he had found out it was enchilada day.

Back to the aggravation at hand, Nancy was still throwing wads of sandwich into Grover's curly brown hair. She knew I couldn't even so much as sneeze without death by in-school suspension, as the headmaster had threatened. I still wanted to know how she even found out about it.

Grover Point of View

I heard Percy mumble something about killing Nancy or just lopping off a limb or two. Just as he said that, wad number 59 hit the back of my head.

I just looked at the black-haired, sea-green eyed twelve year old to my left. Percy was looking out of the bus window watching the scenery go by. My best friend was around 5'5 and he had the build of a swimmer. Yet, I knew better. Percy loved to work out as much as he could. He would often be found in the school's gym benching weights, running, or whatever else he planned to do that day. Percy may have had the build of a swimmer, but his muscles were like that of marble. That said, he was easily around the weight of 120 and that was solid muscle.

Looking at Percy, reminded me of the time I had first met him.

Beginning of Flashback

It was the first day of the new school year and we were in Yancy Academy's auditorium. We were going to be heading to our classes right after this. Everyone was chattering happily, waiting for something to happen. After a minute or two, something did happen. The headmaster walked out onto the stage and stopped behind the podium. When he called for silence it took several minutes to get the room's undivided attention.

Finally, after waiting all this time, the headmaster spoke. "Good morning ladies and gentleman."

As a response, the auditorium was filled with a chorus of good mornings. Some were obviously half-hearted, while others were sarcastic or snobby sounding.

"To our newest students and our students from last year, welcome to Yancy Academy! Today is the first day of a new school year."

The headmaster spoke with obviously faked enthusiasm and a forced smile. He must have really hated every student in the school. But, I guess the pay made it all okay to some degree.

"That was so enthusiastic. I wonder how he manages to contain it all." whispered the boy to my right, breaking me from my thoughts. It was obvious that he was being as sarcastic as the headmaster.

Looking over, I saw a boy around the age of twelve. The guy probably just turned twelve too. Anyway, he had unkempt black-hair and these alarming sea-green eyes. His eyes seemed to swirl with a seemingly vast ocean of hidden, raw power.

I couldn't shake this slight feeling I had that he was very important. Important for what, I don't know. I just knew he was important...one way or another.

"Oh, I'm sorry, where are my manners? I'm Perseus Jackson. But, you can call me Percy." whispered the now christened Percy. Once again, he rattled me out of my thoughts.

Taking the hand he had offered to me, I whisper-replied.

"My name is Grover, Grover Underwood."

End of Flashback

Third Person Point of View

"I really want to kill her or maybe just lop off a limb or two. Maybe I will it all depends on whether or not I see a single alley by the museum...," muttered the unknowing demigod. Said demigod had trailed off at the end just as another wad hit its target.

All was silent on the bus as many kids sat on their phones, mp3 players and what not. Well, it was silent with the exception of the occasion soft 'plop' from a sandwich wad meeting the back of a certain head. The occasional honk of a horn in traffic was heard with drivers yelling at other drivers. Basically, the everyday sounds of New York City. There was that and the soft muttering of a couple of the students.

Percy was just starting to stand as number 60 hit the back of Grover's head. However, said target decided to speak.

"It's alright Perce, I like peanut butter anyway."

Just as he finished speaking, another projectile was successfully dodged. That would only be the fourteenth wad of sandwich dodged.

"Okay, that's it. No more of this. I'm going to throw her out of the bus window." Percy said, trying to get into the bus isle.

Grover, however, pushed Percy back into his seat (It was not as easy as it sounded).

"You have to remember that you're on probation. We all know who will get blamed if anything happens...good or bad." Grover finished with slight smirk.

This caused Percy to crack a smile as he turned back to the window. After staring out of the window for a few minutes, Percy decided to take a nap. It wasn't long until his eyes closed and he embraced the approaching oblivion.

Percy Point of View

"Percy!" someone called.

I immediately snapped awake as the person that called my name shook me. Groggily, I sat up straight in the seat and looked at the person who was still shaking me. At first, everything was one giant blob of blur. But, eventually it all straightened itself out and surprise, surprise, it was Grover.

Blinking the sleepiness from my eyes, I realized that the bus was no longer moving. So, I decided to stand up and stretch. Thankfully, Grover had stopped shaking me when I opened my eyes.

As I got to my feet, I saw the last person in line get off the bus, leaving him and Grover still on-board. Realizing the dangers of staying on the bus any longer, I spoke.

"Let's go before Mrs. Dodds comes back on the bus and lectures us G-Man."

Grover's eyes widened before he nodded his head furiously and made his way down the aisle, towards the bus door.

You see, Mrs. Dodds was this evil little math teacher from Georgia. She was always seen wearing a black leather jacket, even though she looked to be in her 60's. She looked mean enough to ride a Harley right through your apartment/house or your locker and she certainly was. Now, Mrs. Dodds had just shown up halfway through the year, right after the previous teacher's nervous breakdown.

From her very first day, she had loved Nancy as if she was a shining angel. Meanwhile, she treated me as if I was the child of Satan himself. Whenever I got in trouble, which was a lot, she would always point her bony finger at me and begin with, "Now honey," It was always in this sickly sweet tone that made me think I would get after-school detention for a month...and more often than not, I usually did.

Anyway, Grover and I stepped off the bus, where we had to walk up the steps to the Museum. However, halfway up, I got that feeling you get when someone is looking at you. You know that feeling? Good because I have it now and I don't like it one bit.

Not able to take it after a few seconds, I turned around to see a woman across the street, staring back at me. She was around 6' and had hair that looked to be made up of darkness itself. The woman was wearing an ankle length black, spaghetti-strap dress with shiny specks of white on it and black two-inch high heels. As we stared at each other, I realized that the specks were moving, as if by magic. Not only that, but from what I could see, her skin contrasted beautifully with her dress. Her skin was olive, but it was ever so slightly paler.

As far as I could tell, this woman was absolutely stunning and before this moment, I never believed in love at first sight. Sadly, I could not see her eyes and nor could I make out the rest of her figure. I don't know how I knew, but I just knew that the dress she wore matched her eyes perfectly. That and she had the body of a goddess. However, what happened next both frightened and shocked me to my very core. The very woman that I was looking at spoke into my mind. I don't know how I knew it at the time, but I just...I just did.

Be ready my love. Life as you know it is about to change forever.

Moreover, in the blink of an eye, she was gone. It was as if she was never there or had ever existed to begin with. But, her beautiful voice still rang in my head. The entirety of its bliss, all gladly stuck inside my head. The melodic and angelic feel her voice had and everything. I had a feeling that her laugh would be even better. Her voice seemed to make me want whatever she wanted or feel whatever she was feeling. Be it happy, sad, mad, and depressed or whatever, it didn't matter.

To me, it was as if she was still there and, in my mind, she was saying the same thing repeatedly like a still playing, broken record.

Be ready my love. Life as you know it is about to change forever.

Be ready…

…my love.

Life…

…change forever.

At that moment, I vowed to find that woman again and speak with her. I wanted to find and speak to her because there were several things I now knew. I knew that I was in love with this mysterious woman and she loved me back. Oh, if only I knew of the journey that I would have to partake in. If only I knew that it would be filled with pain, sorrow and anguish…all trials set out for me by the Fates themselves. However, no matter how long it would be until I saw her again, it would all be worth it. Now, if only I had been aware of just how much I would change exactly. If only I knew, then maybe I could've prepared myself to some extent. Yeah…probably not, but a guy can hope, can't he?

A Few Moments Later

At the moment, Mr. Brunner was going on and on about Greek funeral art. I honestly found everything intriguing so far. Well, there was one exception and that was Nancy Bobofit. She and her stupid goons would always snicker at almost everything we stopped at. I finally snapped when she whispered something that sounded suspiciously like 'Look at the small penis the naked guy on that stele has.'

"Shut up already!"

It's needless to say; it was loud enough for the entire group to hear. My rather loud, accidental outburst caused everyone to laugh. And by everyone, I mean pretty much everyone in the gallery…except the demon-lady and Mr. Brunner.

Oh yes, Mr. Brunner. You see, Mr. Brunner is our Latin teacher and he was confined to a motorized wheelchair. He was this middle-aged looking guy with a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket. Said jacket always smelled of coffee. You may be thinking 'He doesn't sound like a cool guy or teacher for that matter'. Well, you're wrong. Mr. Brunner lets us play games in class and even tells stories and jokes. He even has this sick looking collection of Roman armor and weapons, which means that he was the only teacher that didn't put me to sleep.

"Mr. Jackson!" called Mr. Brunner.

Crap. It seems like I zoned out. I thought, not too eager to get into any more trouble.

"Sorry Mr. Brunner. Can you repeat what you said?" I asked him, earning some muffled laughs from the rest of the group.

Sighing, he repeated himself. "I asked you if you had a comment, Mr. Jackson."

My face became completely red from embarrassment as I said, "No sir, I do not."

I guess it was because I was already in the spotlight, but Mr. Brunner decided to ask me a question. Pointing to one of the pictures on the stele, he spoke. "Perhaps you would care to tell us exactly what this particular picture represents."

Frantic to answer, I looked at the carving he was pointing at. I felt a massive flush of relief as I recognized the image of the Titan Lord Kronos eating his children.

"That would be the Titan Kronos eating his children."

"Correct," came back the reply. But, I had this feeling that I wasn't out of the fire yet. "And he did this because..." trailed off Mr. Brunner. It seems like my feeling was correct, as usual.

I racked my brain, trying to remember the entire myth as I answered.

"Well, as I said before, Kronos was a Titan. But, not just any Titan, he was the King. And because he didn't trust his children, who were the gods, he ate them. But, the Titaness Rhea, his wife and sister, hid their youngest child, Zeus. Instead of handing him over, she gave Kronos a rock to eat instead."

Taking a much-needed breath of air, I continued...seeing as Mr. Brunner looked to be waiting for me to continue.

"Later on, when Zeus was all grown up, he tricked his father and fed him a mixture of mustard and wine. This caused Kronos to regurgitate his other five children, who, being immortal gods, had lived and grown up completely intact in the Titan's stomach."

Another deep breath of air was greedily taken. That part of the answer had earned a couple of kids yelling gross and some fake puking.

"After those events, there was this big fight, a war between the gods and Titans. The gods won and, using their father's scythe, the gods sliced Kronos up into a thousand pieces and scattered them throughout Tartarus, the deepest and darkest place in the Underworld."

"Correct, Mr. Jackson." was the only answer I received once I had finished.

Third Person Point of View

Percy left the museum after Mr. Brunner had kindly reprimanded him for not having any self-control in the situation that had caused him to be the center of attention. Just before he had left Mr. Brunner's presence, he had asked Percy one final question.

"How does Greek-o-Roman mythology apply to your everyday life?"

Stopping, Percy silently pondered some of the possible answers. How could Greek/Roman mythology be applied to his everyday life? Shrugging his shoulders, Percy made his way over to Grover, who was sitting on the edge of the fountain. The rest of the class gathered on the front steps of the museum.

Overhead was this massive storm with clouds that were blacker than the darkest night. Percy, however, put it off as another freak storm in the long line of others that have been taking place lately.

You see, the weather all across the state of New York has been weird for a while. Ever since Christmas, they have experienced freak snow storms, flash-flooding and wildfires caused by lightning strikes to name a few.

Anyway, nobody seemed to notice, but a couple of guys were pelting pigeons with crackers and wads of paper. Meanwhile, Nancy was busy trying to steal stuff from any poor sap she targeted. Guess what? The demon math teacher was as blind as she usually was to all of it. Sighing, Percy sat next to Grover. The both of them sat away from the others, hoping that anyone outside of the group would think that they were normal. If they were lucky, passersby would even think that their not even from the same school as the other kids around us on the steps and sidewalks.

"Did you get a detention?" Grover asked curiously.

"Nope, it was Mr. Brunner, not Mrs. Dodds G-man." was his reply.

After a few moments, Grover asked the one question that Percy hadn't been expecting him to ask.

"Can I have your apple?"

Watching the seemingly endless stream of cars go by, Perseus tossed Grover the apple. Percy thought it'd be rather easy to hail a cab and go to his mother's apartment. But, he knew he'd get scolded for about 5 minutes (She could never seem to stay angry at him for any longer.), get a hug and then get sent back with a cookie in hand. Sadly, Percy wouldn't be able to cope with the saddened look his mother would give him. Otherwise, Percy would've already been in a cab.

Just then, Percy spotted movement in his peripheral vision. Looking to his left, he watched as Mr. Brunner wheeled his way down the handicapped ramp and parked at the base. He continued to watch as Mr. Brunner put up a red umbrella on the back of his wheelchair and then ate sticks of celery while reading a paperback book. Needless to say, it looked as if Mr. Brunner was sitting at a mobile café table, minus the service and coffee.

Suddenly, Nancy and her crew of ugly friends appeared before Percy. Said boy immediately assumed that she had gotten bored with stealing from unknowing and unsuspecting tourists. In her defense, that's probably what happened.

Percy Point of View

I honestly had no idea what happened. The only thing I remember was watching as Nancy dumped her half-eaten lunch onto Grover's lap. After that, I drew a blank. I'm assuming that I blacked out after trying to calm myself down. But, the next thing I knew, Nancy was in the fountain and soaked from head to toe. She was just sitting there with a shocked look on her face before it had morphed to one of rage. Nancy had started screaming, "Percy pushed me!"

Mrs. Dodds had almost immediately appeared on the scene and started to assure Nancy that she would buy her a new shirt at the museum, she had then turned to me. I could recall a triumphant look on her face as she told me to follow her. As we had passed the others, I heard things like 'Did you see that?', '-the water-', 'like it had a mind of its own-' and '-it just grabbed her-'.

I had no clue as to what they were talking about exactly and nor did I care. What mattered to me at the moment was that I was in trouble again and that I would probably get expelled...again. I can tell you right now that I would have preferred that to what happened next. Anyway, here I was, back in the Greek/Roman section of the museum. With the exception of us, the place was empty. Mrs. Dodds just stood there, arms crossed and facing me. There was this noise she was making with her throat, almost like growling, almost.

"Now honey, you've been causing a lot of trouble for us." There it was again, that sickly sweet tone that I've come to associate with punishment.

Of course, I did what anyone else would have done...unless of course you were a troublemaker begging for punishment. I did the safe thing. I said, "Of course Mrs. Dodds."

In my defense, I didn't remember doing a thing. But, looking back, I probably should've run away then and there instead of saying or doing anything. But, alas, the past is the past and the present, the present.

Pulling at the sleeve cuffs of her leather jacket, she said, "You really thought that you would get away with everything, didn't you?"

Before I could even answer, Mrs. Dodds' eyes started to glow like the embers from a dying fire. Her fingers elongated and her fingernails became longer and sharper, like talons. The jacket she always wore melted and enlarged into leathery wings. I guess now would be the wrong time to say that I was right. Mrs. Dodds, if that was even this creature's name, was not even remotely human in the slightest. Instead, she was a shriveled up looking hag with bat-like wings and claws. She had these yellowed fangs and it looked like she was about to turn me into Percy-fetti.

There is no way things will get any stranger.

Of course, I spoke...ahem...rather thought too soon. At just that moment, Mr. Brunner, who was in front of the museum not moments ago, wheeled into the gallery's doorway and stopped.

"Percy!" he shouted, tossing what seemed to be a pen at me.

At that moment, the creature lunged at me and with a yelp, I dodged the attempt. The talons came within a hair of my ear. Just as I regained my posture, I caught the pen on instinct. However, as soon as the pen hit my hand, it was no longer a pen. Rather, it was the bronze sword that Mr. Brunner always used on tournament days.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Dodds (We'll just call her that for now.) spun around to face me. She had this look on her face that pretty much said, 'I'm going to kill you slowly and painfully.'

I was shaking so badly that at first I thought there was an earthquake going on. In fact, I almost dropped the perfectly balanced sword.

"Time to die!" snarled Mrs. Dodds.

She-it-whatever, lunged at me again and this time I did the one thing that seemed so natural to me. I held the sword straight out in front of me.

Mrs. Dodds saw this and because of her momentum, she couldn't stop. So, in a matter of a few seconds, she was impaled on the golden-looking sword. The blade passed through her body with ease, as if it were made of hot butter. Instead of blood coming out, Mrs. Dodds exploded into a shower of golden powder, leaving nothing but the smell of leather and a dying message with a hint of evil in the air.

"I'll be back, honey."

Her last words sent a chill down my spine. Mrs. Dodds said she would be back, but she's dead...isn't she?

With a shake of my head, I turned to Mr. Brunner. However, he was no longer there, in his place was emptiness. It was if he had never wheeled in. I was alone, alone in the Greek/Roman sector of the gallery, not a single sound being made. It was almost like what just happened never happened at all. But, I knew differently. I knew what had just happened and I had proof. My proof was the very sword still in my hands and the golden powder still scattered on the floor.

? Point of View

I sat on my throne, watching as the love of my life proceeded on his class trip. You may be wondering how I fell in love with someone that has only been alive for twelve years. Well, in truth, I fell in love with him from the moment I watched him come out of his mother's womb. I know it may sound creepy, but I couldn't help myself. Before he was even born I saw how he would turn out and what he would do. Admittedly, I could only see so far into his future, but it didn't really matter to me.

"You know sis," started a voice to my left, causing me to jump. As soon as I did, a soft chuckling reached my ears as the owner approached from the left.

"How many times have I told you to stop sneaking up on me?" I demanded rather angrily.

To my annoyance, the young man started to laugh even harder. While he clutched at his sides, I took notice of what he was wearing. The young man wore black dress shoes and a crisp, white suit. If I didn't know any better, I would have said that it was just dry-cleaned. Underneath the suit was a black button up dress shirt and a blood red tie.

Fingers were snapped in my face, causing me to jump again.

"Stop doing that!" I demanded. Admittedly, I might have sounded a little whiny. Just a little bit.

"Then stop zoning out on me and listen." retorted the young man.

"So what did you want?" I asked after some rather intense silence.

"Oh, yes. I wanted to know two things actually. First, you know that Percy vowed to himself to find you no matter how long it took right?"

"H-he d-did?" I asked shyly.

"Yeah he did! Love at first sight is a beautiful thing you know." the young man said excitedly and as if he were speaking to a child.

I swear if anyone ever threatens or beats up Perseus…

As if he knew what I was thinking, the young looking man shivered violently, causing me to smile widely. We turned back to the screen and watched as the boy with unruly black hair and sea-green eyes tossed the other boy his apple. Said boy caught the apple and happily began to eat it.

Not moving my eyes off of the screen, I said, "You said you wanted to know two things. Well, now you know one of them, so what's the second thing?"

It was silent for a moment before I got a reply. "How much of young Perseus' future have you seen?"

The question caught me off guard. It was mostly because he knows exactly how much I've seen. But, also because of the way he sounded when he asked me that question. It sounded almost like he was saying that he has seen more of it than I have. But then again, if he has seen more of Perseus' future than I have, how did he do it? The both of us, in this very room, along with our brother Void when we looked into Percy's future. We all had acknowledged the fact that even the three of us could not see past a certain point.

As if reading my thoughts, my brother said, "He suspects something subconsciously. Subconsciously, he is aware that his friend his hiding something and add that to the fact that he also noticed his 'teacher' hasn't aged physically so much as a day since he first saw him."

"So...basically, the more he is aware of...the more of his future we can see?" I summed up, somewhat uncertainly.

"Yeah." came back the reply.

Too lazy to do it myself, I asked my brother to tell me what he saw exactly from where we left off. Unwillingly, I might add.

"Well...after he defeats the Titans, he'll have a year of peace before Hera decides to kidnap him in his sleep."

That part enraged me to the point that I wanted to teleport to Olympus at this very moment and vaporizing that stupid goddess of marriage for something she hasn't even done yet. Therefore, there really was no point in doing anything at this specific moment.

Although, no one should even dare to do that to my Perseus, unless he/she craves my wrath... Whoa, whoa, hold on for a second. I haven't even started dating Percy or anything and I'm already this protective and possessive of him. I need to be careful when...or rather if we start dating or anything like that.

Another set of fingers snapped directly into my face.

This time it was by a man on my right, who seemed to have had arrived just now. Like the man on my left, this one wore a suit. However, instead of a crisp, white suit, this guy wore a crisp, dark blue suit. However, he wore a white undershirt and a black tie.

"Pay attention to Order. Just because you do not like what Hera will do does not mean we cannot stop her from doing it. Now listen." ordered the man in the dark blue suit. It was my other brother, Void.

The now christened Order gave Void, his brother, a nod of appreciation before he continued. "As I was saying, I saw Percy being taken by the Queen of Olympus. In addition, as I was trying to say before, she will take his memories and send him to the Romans to gain their trust. She will do the same with one of their leaders. The only reason she will do this is because Zeus will not acknowledge the threat that will arise after the Titans."

As Order finished, I had a feeling there was more. However, he seemed to be waiting for me to figure something out. But what did he want me to figure out? As I sat there thinking, a particular saying came to my mind.

History loves to repeat itself.

Realization hit me as my eyes widened in shock and I sat there waiting for Order to continue. Seeing my face, he did just that. "Seeing as how you know what will arise afterwards, let's continue. Now, Percy will prevail, however here is the part you're not going to like." He finished quickly, seeing my obviously hopeful face. The way he sounded when he spoke. It reminded me of when mortals in movies or in reality were defusing bombs. Now, what could possibly ruin the fact that he survives?

"Sister...Chaos...you must promise me that you will not act rashly after I tell you what I'm about to tell you." pleaded Order.

"I promise." was Order's reply.

With a sigh, Order spoke. "Percy is going to end up falling into Tartarus far before the final battle with Gaia's evil aspect."

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed chapter one because I have to say that I had not originally planned on the Chaos bit at the end. So, that obviously means that this chapter was longer than intended, so rejoice! Anyway, after I wrote this last bit, I realized something. I realized that what happened in the end will justify the actions that will take place next chapter.

Please make sure to leave a genuine review and as I said before, I will reply to the first three genuine reviews for each and every chapter. Also, I apologize for all of the line breaks or whatever their called. In all honesty, I only recently discovered how to use them on my phone so I'm still getting the hang of using them in appropriate places. Anyway, thanks for reading and I'll see you all next chapter.

NOTE: I have changed Chaos' hair from silver to black.