Chaos Rising

Unknown P.O.V

I was lost. I couldn't see anything. Pitch black spread for miles in every direction. Was I dead? No, just unconscious. The result of the deadly poison that I could still feel trickling down my throat.

The darkness began to lift. As I could begin to see again, I noticed that it was already nighttime outside. When I had fallen unconscious, it had been early morning.

I could feel the night swirling outside as it strengthened my tormentor. Night was when it was most powerful. I could feel myself growing stronger as well. Soon, I would be able to escape.

My hands were cut, and bleeding heavily. The yellow cord bound them tightly. The golden colour of my blood was glowing in the darkness like a torch.

In the dim light, I could see my father tied on another chair across from me. Unfortunately, he had passed away years ago, the poison had been too much for him, even though he had been a very powerful demigod.

Not even my mother, Hecate could have saved him. She was no match against the pre-primordial forces of Chaos. I was. Or, was to be very soon. It was hard to keep a pre-primordial being tied up.

I could feel my-self growing stronger by the minute. Keeping the entire essence of Life itself in a single living being kept my power restricted, but I would soon be at full power.

In a flash of light, my magic bonds that had kept me here for the past eight years shattered before my eyes. Free. Finally.

I burst though the large, glass window, knocking down the shelf of poisons.

I jumped down three stories, and then I ran. Never looking back, even as my prison burst into flames behind me.


I walked back to my cabin after dinner. I wasn't going to the campfire. I never did. Everyone else in the Hecate cabin was already there. I was alone. Perfect. Alone was the perfect time to practice the pre-primordial godly magic, which no one knew about except Hecate, since she was my mother, and Hebe, one of my two patron goddesses.

No one else could know about this. I was a secret. Not even Zeus himself knew that I existed.

I sat down on my bunk, and opened up my clenched fist. A bright white-yellow light began to glow in my hand. It started to take shape into a golden deer. As the light died down, the deer turned a russet-brown.

It opened up it's golden eyes, took one look at all the weapons hanging on the walls and scattered all over the ground, and burst out the door.

I sighed in awe of what I just done as I watched the deer sprint into the forest. And then it was gone.

I was already resting when I heard the rest of my cabin mates filing into the cabin. They shuffled around in the darkness, as some one lit a few of the magic torches. Gifts from our mother.

As everyone began to settle down, and the torches were turned off, I fell into a restless sleep.

I will find you, sister. I am rising, awakening, growing. I will find you!

I awoke with a start. The chaotic voice from my dream still swirling around in my head. I am rising. No, that was impossible. Chaos had been buried in the deepest trenches of Tartarus since before the world began.

It was best I ignore it. Chaos was probably trying to stir up just that, chaos.

Then why did I have such a bad feeling in my gut?