Heyy readers, what's up? This is literally my first fanfic EVER. I love writing, so I'm really hoping I do this right. My brother gave me a bit of advice about the fanfic world. He's TheFallenAce15 and, in my opinion, a good writer. He's given me permission to use some of his ideas when I want to. If you've read his fanfics, great! But please don't expect me to be as well as him. I am my own person. If I come across as bubbly in my A/Ns then you must know that I am very cheerful. However, I'm also very passionate about writing and I won't hesitate to make this dark and serious if needed.

Before anyone asks, I'm not really sure about the pairing so I am open to suggestions. I don't want any Percabeth recommendations, please. I love Annabeth, and she is amazing, but I don't like those pairings in fanfics. Also, no Pertemis. I don't mean to offend anyone, but Artemis is sometimes a bitch. I mean, she just kills random men who wander anywhere near her. Who does that?!(Don't answer) She's cool and everything, but she's also really sexist. And I just can't work with that. Sorry, not sorry. I know a lot of people don't read the author's notes, but FYI, I might just put a few clues about the story in here.

Since this is my first fanfic, any type of review is appreciated. Yes, even flames. (Fire is my element! Woo!) I update in my own time so don't rush me people. My bullshit tolerance is pretty high but if you hit my limit I have a mean temper. Just ask my bro. Anyhoo, I won't keep you from the story any longer, so read on!

-Reaper

P.S. I don't own Percy Jackson. All hail the mighty Rick Riordan who created him.

Prologue

Let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time, there was nothing. A vast, empty space. Then He created two beings lesser than Him. Chaos and Order. The primordials of Creation and Balance. They formed the Omniverse together. They ruled over joyous galaxies and planets, and everything was as it must be. But it was not perfect. No, things were far from perfect. Although they were twins, Chaos and Order rarely agreed on anything. They launched many attacks on one another for petty reasons. Wars were fought and resolved. But one war, the worst of them all, took things a little too far.

Order and Chaos were too alike to coexist peacefully. They had many power struggles, and often innocent bystanders were harmed or killed. While they were unable to come to terms, they did agree on one thing. They both loved their younger sister Void. Void was powerful, too powerful some might say. But she had a wisdom greater than the other two primordials'. She knew that they could not continue in their drastic methods of resolution, for one of them would fade, throwing the Omniverse into chaos and disorder. So Void came to a resolution which would change the primordials forever.

Chaos and Order fought fiercely, hurling their powers at each other, as yet another universe began to crumble under their immense strength. Void flitted from one planet to another, sucking them into her oblivion to ease their suffering. She tried to pacify the two raging immortals but they paid her no heed, destroying everything in their path. They never noticed when their baby sister stepped between them as they both released a blow of sheer power, blinding Void from them. When the light faded, Void was frozen in place, arms outstretched to stop her elder siblings. In that moment nothing moved. No noise, Chaos and Order were staring horror stricken at Void who, in front of their eyes, slowly faded into the very oblivion she had dominion over.

That was the end of the wars and battles. Chaos and Order blamed themselves for their sister's fate, and rightly so. Had they just stopped fighting for one moment, had they thought about the desolation that their bickering had brought upon the Omniverse, then Void would not have had to step in. She would not have been obliterated for eternity. As a result of their guilt, Chaos and Order reformed the Omniverse and created other primordials to manage some of their domains. They thought the new primordials would be able to keep the balance and prevent any more wars. However, instead of creating a primordial to rule over the Void, Chaos took it upon herself to protect her sister's domain. Order felt as if he didn't deserve to rule the endless abyss and Chaos didn't want to let go of her baby sister. That was one of the first things they had agreed on.

Years passed, and more creatures were created. New gods were made, each of them ruling in different universes, over different parts of their worlds. These gods had petty wars with each other, and other creatures from Tartarus. The primordials watched, but they never interfered. Occasionally, they would offer aid to a certain individual but no more than that. The gods sired children and chose champions to protect themselves, not knowing that the primordials had blessed a some of their kin.

Legions of heroes and monsters were born and killed, their stories becoming legends. The primordials became myth, forgotten by all but the gods, and even then rarely mentioned. No one remembered the great wars between Order and Chaos. They were seen as perfect to the lesser gods. And the story of Void was forever lost.

10 centuries later...

Percy POV

Anaklusmos cut through the air in a bronze blur as I swung the celestial blade straight into an empousai's throat. The monster screamed as she burst into a shower of dust that fell all over me. Yuck. I could never get used to the residue the monsters left behind after they were killed.

I sighed and looked around the icy plains of Alaska, memories flickering through my mind. My blood dripping onto the stones in Rome. My blood awakening Gaea. Leo being blasted through the air after sacrificing himself for us. Basically all that was my fault, even though nobody said it to my face. It had been 3 months since the end of the giant war, and both camps had been working to repair themselves. Annabeth stayed far away from me, saying that she needed space. In my opinion, 3 months was plenty of space! I just hope she stops pushing me away.

But then again, that's why I'm here. I needed some space too. Camp Half-Blood is not the same place that it was. There are more fights than usual and too many campers have gotten hurt as a result. Chiron says that they're afraid, but even he's not the same. So that why I came to Alaska, to be away from the world for a while. Good ol' Alaskan monsters and mortal hostility. Lovely.

I sighed once more and started the long trek up the mountain, to the place I currently called home. It was just a rundown cottage but at least it had a fireplace. I'd been here for a month now, and I usually spent most of the day sparring with monsters, occasionally coming back to the cottage to warm up. I'd tried socializing (half- heartedly) but gave up after the mortal children threw frozen fruit at me. These guys are really protective of their territory if you hadn't noticed. I hadn't heard from the gods lately, but then again, this is Alaska.

Then it hit me. What if everyone at Camp had been trying to contact me? What if something had happened to them? What if they were -

I cut myself off there, shaking my head. I was being paranoid. Still, it couldn't hurt to head to Canada for a bit.

I changed course, heading East instead of South. I had picked up a cool trick during my time here. Turns out since ice is a form of water I can influence it, bend it to my will. I can do the same with water vapor but it's much harder and gives me a headache.

Anyways, I urged the glaciers to speed me along to Canada, fighting paranoid thoughts along the way. Gods, I really hoped my instincts were wrong on this one.

Percy's POV

When I finally get to Canada, I'm bombarded by Iris messages, all of them from Camp. Except there's something wrong with the messages. They're more like notifications, and I can click on one to open it.

Since you were in Alaska you never got these. Now you can access them but all of these are from a week ago.

I hear Iris's voice in my head telling me this, and I mentally thank her. Then I open the messages.

The first thing I hear is the screaming. Bone chilling screams that would haunt me for the rest of my life. Familiar screams. I see a large patch of inky black darkness creeping towards the middle of Camp. It swallows up campers and spits them back out, half mutilated, their faces twisted in a scream and their limbs mangled. I see Drew Tanaka and the other Aphrodite children running towards the fallen campers and trying to haul them to safety. Bits of debris swirl around and gouge into everyone's skin. I see Chiron trying to organize the campers and Hecate's children trying to restore the magical barrier, which hangs in broken fragments.

I realize that the Iris messages are playing like a movie, one after the other, all of them from different angles. In one of the clips I see Annabeth's blond head, coated in blood, amongst the throng of iron-clad campers. They're all slashing at one area in the darkness. I try to see what's there but the angle of the messages is always obscuring that point from my view.

One last message left. It starts and stops abruptly, leaving me bewildered. I click it again and pause it right away, squinting at the blurry image. I can finally see what Annabeth and the others were fighting. Sea green eyes stare directly at me and a mop of black hair writhes on the frozen screen. This is the person who destroyed Camp Half-Blood.

That person is me.

Ok so I know that this chapter is really small but I just had to get something out there. If I made any mistakes please feel free to correct me in the comments. Any advice can really help since I am clearly an amateur. I'm hoping to get the next chapter out in a week if I'm lucky, but I get a lot of homework so please keep that in mind. Thanks for reading the chapter and please comment!-Reaper