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100 Years. That's how long since I led Chaos's forces to save the world I left. But, I gained much.
I'm not going into detail, so save your breath. But I have terrible news.
Giant green skinned humans have been killing my other generals. It's bad, for they have super human abilities and are hunting us down. I can only do all I can. Even as the best soldier.
But it's time. Time to find what I had to lose to enjoy life.
My son. I had to give my son up. I have ben regretful ever since. But now I must find him. For that, I thank you.
You? Oh, I forgot, you're just a reader. My mistake. But, I have received my orders.
Tyler's POV
I was new to Camp half-blood. 2 months new and already I got enemies. Annabeth, Mark, and their kids, Stacy and Kyle, love to give me pain. I'm only 12. It sucks. My parents adopted me, knowing what I was. I have Black hair, Blue eyes with green flecks, and tan skin. The whole camp was either with mark and Annabeth or against them, which was few. And even the few against them didn't like me. I had only one friend, Grover Underwood, lord of the Wild.
He often told me about the legends of Perseus Jackson, which I loved. Everyone loved him, except Annabeth and Mark. Their family hated and feared him. The only reason why they had friends is because people didn't want to offend the gods.
Anyways, I was playing capture the flag when they surrounded me and cut me up. Annabeth hit me with the blunt end of her knife, Mark sliced my stomach. Stacy and Kyle gave me multiple cuts and bruises.
But then a weird shadow appeared and in a blink of an eye Mark and out cold. Annabeth was punched so hard she flew 50 Feet! Kyle and Stacy got knocked out. I started to crawl away when I heard a soft whisper.
"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here to help." I felt better and my wounds closed up. I stood up and saw a figure, about my age, with a cloak on. He motioned for me to follow and I did. When we got to the boundaries I heard shouting. Annabeth and Chiron came running and before we knew it we were surrounded by campers. The figure held up his hand and everyone flew into the air.
"Stop!" The figure commanded. He pulled down his hood and I gasped.
Standing in front of me was Percy Jackson.
He glared at the campers. Then turned towards me before I saw a flash of white.
Flashback
Chaos was briefing a figure on his next mission. Chaos was angry, and so was the figure. He had a hood up, so you couldn't see his face. But you could feel his anger.
"They have killed many. Their leader, Hiller Matigo, needs to die. And no capture, no ransom. No mercy." Chaos looked at the figure after pacing.
"Gather your troops and get your son." Chaos was still pissed.
"This-" he clenched his fist. "Is his Death Sentence."
