It has been fourteen years since the fall of Chronos. The gods have granted Percy Jackson's wish and now Camp Half-Blood has tripled in size to accommodate new campers. Percy has married Annabeth and they are now living in Greece so the daughter of Athena can study their architecture up close. The gods have retaken their Olympian thrones and a modern golden age has begun in the world of mortals. New interest in the myths of old has arisen throughout the world. Nothing could go wrong. At least, that's what Zeus and his fellow Olympians believed. But far away, in the dark void that exists outside of reality, a being older than time has begun to stir.

Gaea quietly paced around the temple, wondering where the others could possibly be. Eros was sitting leaned up against a broken pillar nearby, "Do not worry, sister. I'm sure they will be here soon." Up above, two eagles were in a heated battle over the fate of one fish held tight in the smaller bird's talons. Eros shook his head, his blond curls waving in the air. With a sly smile, he waved his hand. The birds of prey quickly stopped and flew off, now appearing to be partners rather than enemies. Gaea stopped her constant motion to watch the spectacle, "I've watched wonders worked for thousands of years, and yet nothing amazes me more than the birth of new love."

"We all have our own talent, sister."

"Yes, and mine is to bring despair and death to all my children," Mother Earth whispered sadly.

"Do not be so hard on yourself. It must be extremely difficult being the entire world," Came a new voice. From the shadows appeared Nyx, wearing a dress as black as a moonless night. Her hair, eyes, and lips were equally dark. Her skin on the other hand was extremely pale, creating an exotic contrast. Eros stood up, "Nyx, it has been a long time. Do you know where the others might be?"

"Phusis, Thesis, Erebus, and Hydros are on their way here."

"And Tartarus?" Nyx bit her lip, "I haven't been able to find him anywhere. The only trace of his power left is the imprisonment of the titans. The most troubling part is that Tartarus has been gone for some time now, a few years at least. What surprises me is that none of the Olympians have noticed his disappearance." Gaea frowned. It was not like Tartarus to vanish like this. Something serious must be happening. She shook her head, "We will discuss this later. For now, we have a more important matter on our hands."

"That reminds me," Eros said, "What could possibly be happening that you needed to gather all the Protogenoi?" Gaea looked up at the incarnation of Love, "I fear that father is awakening."

"What? Impossible!"

"I wish it were so. But it is true. He is returning to this mortal plane, and he is not pleased."

In a great castle rising up in the eternal void of Nothingness, Chaos reclined in his throne. It had been many thousands of years since he had birthed Gaea and her siblings to create the first world, Earth. Since then, the eternal creator has created numerous other worlds, each with their own distinct history and cultures. Now Chaos' attention has returned to Earth, and what he saw angered him. The grandchildren of Gaea, the Olympians, have taken over, ruling every aspect of life. They believed themselves to be all powerful. Fools! Do they not know that it was he, Chaos, who created the Mist to separate the worlds of monsters and men? Have they not realized that the Fates were placed by him to help guide them? Chaos was there every step of the way, like a parent, making sure they didn't fall. He has done all of this, and yet they believe themselves the masters. Maybe he should just destroy them and their world, Chaos thought in anger. He brought everything into existence; he could destroy it all at will. But no, he thought, I have a better idea. Let them rule that world. But no longer would Chaos be helping them. They believe they are gods? Then they can stand on their own feet. It is time they learned that they aren't as powerful as they think themselves to be. Now Chaos only needed his agent of Destruction. He quickly began to work. He didn't need materials like Prometheus and Epimetheus. All that was needed was a little bit of effort. Soon, Chaos had created a conscience. It was like a newborn babe, no intelligent thought whatsoever. As the father of Gaea, worked on the body of his new child, he began feeding the new being knowledge of all the worlds, the world of the Olympians in particular. It wasn't long before he had finished the physical figure of his youngest child. Before placing the new spirit into this new body, Chaos split the "soul" in two. After returning both halves back to the state they were in before he divided them, Chaos stored one away in case it was ever needed. He took the other and placed it in the newly crafted body. The vessel looked like an everyday male human teenager. He had black hair and tanned skin. Chaos dressed him in what he felt would not be out of place in America, khaki cargo pants and a plain red t-shirt. The youth sat up and opened his eyes, which were blood red in color. Chaos smiled, "You are my bringer of destruction, an angel of death. You are Omega." With a flash, the symbol, , appeared in stylized black ink on the back of the teen's shirt. Omega stood up, "I am ready to do what you ask."

"I know you are, my son," With a nod of his head, Chaos opened a portal at Omega's feet, "Go and remind them that there is only one true god." Without hesitation, the red eyed son of Chaos leapt into his destiny. He landed in a cold, snowy forest in what he would soon find out to be was Michigan. Not too far from where Omega made his entrance, in the city of Troy, one mortal's story was about to begin.

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A/N: And so it begins. Thank you for taking time out of your life to read this.

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