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First fanfic, wanted to see how I'd do. Hope you enjoy.

[3rd Person]

The wolves ran through the woods. They ran faster and faster, never stopping, never looking back. The other animals were also running, away from the wolves, as the wolves ran away from something.

The animals kept moving, then, a young gazelle tripped, tumbling to the ground. The mother and father ran back to help their young, the wolves ran past them. The gazelles had no sooner started running again when they found arrows through their skulls. They dropped to the ground, dead. The wolves kept moving, never stopping, never looking back.

When the animals had left the bodies of the gazelles far behind, a hooded figure dropped from the trees, landing next to the bodies. The figure was male, but the white cloak he wore hid any physical features, as well as shrouding his face in darkness. All that could be seen underneath the hood was the tip of the man's nose, and a small smile above his pointed chin. He picked up the bodies and swung them over his shoulder like they weighed nothing, before running back into the forest. Leaving a small pool of gazelle blood as the only evidence that something had happened in the area of the woods. No tracks left to follow, not a sound was made as he left. Almost like he had never existed.

The man ran to the top of a mountain, ran to his camp and started to gut the animals for food. His camp was a single tent. It was a deep black with silver wolves patterning the cloth. A single fire burnt on a small pile of wood, next to what looked like an archery range that had been set up. The carcasses were strung upon a line over the fire, slowly cooking the meat. A bag of fruit and vegetables was laying near a log. A log which looked like it had been eat upon before, with small stains covering the trunk.

A silver bow was strung on the man's back, along with a quiver resting on his right shoulder blade. A sword was hanging from his belt, giving off a slight glow. There was another sword resting on his back, next to his quiver. This sword was of a black metal, and somehow managed to give off a slight feeling of death around it. The man didn't seem to notice. A tomahawk hung from his left hip, it looked to be made of a silvery substance, like the man's bow. The tomahawk had patterns carved into its blade, to intricate to make out until it was too late. Knives were strapped to his thighs, and there were some shurikens on his belt, ready to be thrown at a moment's notice. Based on the archery range, the man was proficient in using them.

The man sighed. A deep, depressed sigh. His hand moved into his pocket, pulling out a weathered, old book. His hand stroked the cover almost longingly. He opened the cover to reveal faded images of children wearing orange shirts with their arms around the neck of another. There was a girl with long, blonde hair grinning with her arm around the middle figure neck, her eyes a startling grey. There was a boy who seemed to be entering puberty, with stubble coating his chin. He had strange, furry, goat like legs and was watching the scene unfold with amusement. Next to him was a bulky girl. But she wasn't fat, no, it was all muscle. She too had her arm around the middle figures neck, but she was also rapping her knuckles over his scalp. The boy in the centre had a carefree smile covering his face. Eyes that sparkled of mischief and fun, they were a deep sea green colour. His hair was jet black, like the night. And at the back of the group, was a boy with blonde hair, blue eyes and seemed to be wearing the classic 'I'm not someone you should trust.' look.

The man turned the page, and now the boy at the back was gone, along with the girl made of muscle. But the others were still there. Arms over their shoulders like they were all best friends. The black haired boy was still in the middle, with the girl with grey eyes on his left, and the boy who now had a wispy beard on his right.

The next photo showed the same three, only now they were joined by a girl with hair as dark as the boys, and eyes an electric blue. She and the green eyed boy were in the middle, arms around each other's shoulders. They were each wearing a large smile, and they seemed to not have a care in the world. The boy with goat legs was standing with the girl with grey eyes on the left. They each seemed to be equally happy as the other two.

The man closed the book. There were many more pages, but he seemed to be done as he slipped the book back into his pocket. His food was done. He walked over to his table and started to eat. He pulled his hood down to reveal lightly tanned skin. His long hair was jet black, and his eyes were a deep sea green. He was the boy from the photo. Now however, his eyes seemed to hold pain and lose, no trace of the carefree child in the pictures. He had grown to a 6'3 and had strong muscles. Not enough muscle that he seemed bulky, but enough that he was strong and lean. His figure was one of good health, one most people would die for. A strong 8 pack on his chest, no fat visible on his body, and good muscle covering his arms and legs.

As he was finishing up, he picked up his few possessions, packed up his camp and got ready to leave. As he turned to leave, a black vortex opened at the edge of the cliff overlooking the forest below. A man wearing a pure black suit stepped out. He had silver hair, and pale skin. His eyes however seemed to draw you in, a bottomless dark void. The man called out.

"Perceus Jackson, I am Lord Chaos. I have a proposal for you." The man wearing the white cloak stopped, turned around and lowered his hood. He stared at Lord Chaos.

"Proposal? You want to marry me? Well I'm flattered and all, but I'm afraid your just not my type." Percy said with a shrug of his shoulders.

Lord Chaos chuckled. "I see your sense of humour still works. That's good, I would be worried if it didn't. Your legendary sense of humour has even reached my ears young demigod. But no, I no longer want ownership of Earth. Gaia has ruined this once beautiful planet. I am sure you know what I speak of." He said. Percy grunted, he seemed to find it a sore topic. "In 3 years she had destroyed civilisation, and I want to wash my hands of Earth. I am here, to offer you ownership of the solar system Earth belongs to."

"Why give it to me?" Percy asked.

Chaos looked at Percy carefully. "Because, there is no one else left who doesn't bow to Gaia alive."

Percy's eyes gained a hard glint in them. They were filled with hatred and a sadness at the truth. "What's the catch then?"

"No catch, you will become my equal in every way. Powers, power levels. Everything equal. However, you will not be able to leave your solar system without my permission, and likewise, I will not be able to enter this solar system without your permission. Think of it like the gods domains. They cannot enter without the invite of the god who owns the domain, yes? So, to prevent a galactic war this is an oath you must take before I give you my powers." Chaos said.

Percy nodded. He seemed to think the idea made sense. "I, Perceus Jackson, swear upon all five rivers of the underworld and the fates that I shall not leave this solar system without an invite from Chaos to enter his."

"I, Chaos the Creator, swear upon the five rivers of the underworld and the fates that I shall not enter this solar system without Perceus Jacksons invite." Thunder boomed around them and 3 old ladies, standing at the edge of the woods nodded before disappearing.

Percy stumbled as he started to glow, the glow getting brighter as he fell to his knees.

"You are now gaining my powers, so you are immortal. You cannot die, but you can be killed. If you wish to remove Gaia from power, do not die until you have done so. It will take a centaury for you to reform with her in charge, and that is if you are experienced in reforming. To use your powers, I'll let you work that out by yourself. If you ever need to contact me, teleport to Pluto and focus on me. It will create something similar to Iris messages except it uses void energy. I think your mortal call them wormholes? Anyway, good luck with your new solar system. Do as you wish with it, although I believe that Ouranos wanted to gift you with a palace. He had help from Nyx, Erebus and Pontus though. It should be where you first met Ladon. I believe Mt. Othrys has moved again so the mountain was empty. Gaia has lost any power she had with the Primordial's as we believe she has become more tyrant than 'God' as you call it. Good luck with whatever you do, I hope we can be allies in the future." And with that, Lord Chaos left the same way he appeared, through a black void.

Percy stood up and walked over to the edge of the cliff, looking at the forest and the small river running through the trees. He stared up at the rising sun on the horizon. His eyes took on a dangerous glint as he watched the sun rise.

"Enjoy your time in power Gaia. Your 3 years of peace are ending. It is time for justice. It is time for rebellion. It is time, for the return of Hope."

-Thousands of miles below the Earth, in Tartarus-

In the cell where the Olympians were being held, in front of them on the hearth of Hestia. A small flame lit.

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How was it? Should I continue this? Advice is always appreciated. Thanks for taking the time to read it.