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Summery: His existence was hidden from the world. When the Great Wars were thought to be lost, he was their final weapon. Sent to the future by Ananke and Chronos, he arrived at a time where his family lie in chains from the Gods, pawns of Khaos. Now the firstborn of Tartarus and Gaia wants revenge, and even Khaos herself will tremble...
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Hello there! This is my first attempt at a Percy Jackson Fanfic, so please be nice!
Ok, so this idea has been in my head for ages, making anything else pointless, so I decided to write it out. Yay for me! Anyway, it came to me when browsing all the amazingly unique stories on this (By Anaklusmos14, Anonemuss14, kevin1984, and many, many other authors!) and I thought I'd give it a bash! So, to those of you who actually read these notes, check their awesome stories out!
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As usual, I have actually no plan on writing this. There's something there, but it is about twenty words, so... But hopefully this will be not that difficult... Hopefully...
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PS: I know there are two myths for Eros (born out of Khaos or from Aphrodite and Ares), but I am doing the Aphrodite and Ares one.
Bane of Khaos
Prologue - The Contingency Plan
Four figures ran through the dark caverns of the Underworld. The first was a woman, no older than twenty years old, with bright green hair and glowing green eyes. Her skin was a light brown, like she had been tanned badly, and she wore a simple dress that looked like it was made of thousands of small stones held together by something.
The second was a man, slightly older than the woman at about twenty-two years old, with pitch black hair and deep black eyes. He wore a cloak that looked like it was made of pure darkness, a complete contrast to his pale white, almost ghostlike skin.
The third was a serpent-woman. From the waist up, she was a regular woman, around thirty years old, with long white hair and pale, pupil-less eyes. The only thing that hid her modesty was a bandage that covered her chest. Her skin was a aqua-blue colour that matched the snake-half of her body, which began at her waist, elongating into a long tail about five meters long, with small, blue scales.
The fourth and final figure was a small boy. He was no more than twelve years old, with pitch black hair, bright green eyes, and tanned skin. He wore a simple pair of black shorts, similar to the man's, and his body was shaped and muscled like the man. He sat on the back of the serpent-woman, while the man and woman ran beside him.
"Quick!" The serpent-woman hissed, a forked tongue slipping out her mouth. "They won't be too far behind usss."
As if summoned by her words, three figures appeared behind them. All three were dressed in Greek togas. The front man had black hair with piercing blue eyes, and held a long, glowing cylinder in his hand. The man to his left also had black hair but with deep green eyes and held a large bronze trident, almost bigger than him. The final man to the right also had black hair, but had dark brown eyes, almost black, and held a war helm in his hands.
The woman quickly stepped forward before anyone could stop her. "Go, take Perseus!" She hissed. Tartarus opened his mouth to argue but she silenced him with a single finger. "Tartarus, please! They think I'm alone!" She was right. Reluctantly, he stepped back, and ran towards the child. Tartarus, Perseus and the serpent-woman quickly began to move again, sparing one last look to her before disappearing into the darkness of the cave.
She turned to the already advancing men and scowled. "So you're not satisfied with just imprisoning my children that you're now moving onto your grandmother?" She hissed, the earth around her grumbling in agreement.
"Gaia." The man holding the large glowing cylinder said, with slight caution.
"Lords Zeus, Poseidon, Hades." She said, mockingly bowing to them. "It's an honour you know of me."
Hades scowled. "Whatever you're up to Gaia it will not-"
"Ah, ah, ah!" She sang, wagging her finger. "Gaia is not something you young boys should call me! Call me Grandmother. Or Grandma. Grannie and Nana makes me sound old."
On the outside, she appeared to be totally relaxed calm, but on the inside she was panicking. She needed to waist as much time as possible with these Gods to let her family - her true family - escape. Playing it cool and slightly arrogant was the only way to mask the emotions.
"What are you up to Gaia?" Zeus growled. Said primordial completely ignored him.
"What are you up to Gaia?" Hades sighed. There was still no response.
"What are you up to... Grandmother...?" Poseidon said, saying the word Grandmother almost like it was a question, obviously unusual on his tongue.
"Why didn't you ask Idon - can I call you that?" He shook his head viciously. "Lovely! Anyway Idon, Ze and Des here-" Both Zeus and Hades cringed at their new nicknames, but decided to tolerate it if they could hear her motives. "-aren't as polite as you. If only they were as good a child as you..." She sighed wistfully.
Hades, (self proclaimed) master of deception noticed small anomalies in her movement. The stiffness in her hands, the way her eyes shifted almost madly between them... It all contradicted her words.
"So Gaia... Grandmother..." He winced at the word. Family had never been good to him. "Trying to hide yourself?" Her eyes focused on him, showing no reaction. "Trying to hide from us?" Very small reaction. "Trying to hide something from us?" Slight hint of worry. "Trying to hide someone from us?" Bingo. Her eyes light up in complete panic. Hades smirked in success.
"I don't know what you mean." The words, even to the untrained ear, sounded hollow and fake.
"Who are you protecting?" Zeus sneered. "Typhon fell to the might of all twelve Olympians... And Hades." He added hastily after his brother shot him a glare. "You won't be able to throw anything worse out way!"
Gaia froze for a moment, and the Gods mistook it as shock from Typhon's defeat. Then, she laughed. She laughed out of glee, relief and just pure amazement at the power her son possessed.
"It took all thirteen of you?" She smirked. "I was wondering why we had more time than we thought."
We. The word floated through the air, Gaia's eyes widening in realisation of her slip up. Three eyes bore into her, and she thought fast. There was a way to turn this situation to her advantage... Right?
Then it hit her. There was. It gave the entire game away, but he would be protected until the time came, when he would right all the wrongs created. What harm could a little fear and anticipation do?
With a small flick of her wrist, she summoned an armchair for herself, a bench for the three Gods and a small table between them from the earth. Sitting down and resting in the armchair, she gestured to the bench. The Gods ignored her invitation, making her snort.
Typical paranoid behaviour.
"You want to know about this 'we' thing, correct?" The three Gods looked at her, eyes focused and narrowed at her. They didn't say a word, only Zeus nodding stiffly implied any reaction.
"Well, Tartarus and I sired a child." She began. "Our son. He held power beyond belief, easily out matching myself. Once he found out we were loosing in the war, he made his move." She smirked at the ignorance portrayed by her grandchildren. They thought then knew all this. "As he was the firstborn of both myself and Tartarus-" This raised a few eyebrows. "-he decided to help us out." She smirked, knowing this next bit was the punchline.
"So he created Typhon."
This shocked the Gods so much that they sat down. The shock on their faces quickly dissipated as Zeus started to speak.
"Impossible!" He shouted. "Such power would have been impossible to hide! If he did exist, he would quickly join our father in the pits of Tartarus!"
The earth rumbled madly, and the bench that the Gods sat on wrapped around them, the earth slowly growing up them. It was in that moment that she decided her future. She would destroy these Gods, rescue Kronos and destroy the new Olympian rule, without her child. She wanted to protect him.
Squeezing her hands, the earth followed her example and did the same to the three beings in the newly formed rock-cocoons. They began to shrink, slowly crushing the three Gods inside. When they were about half the size, she stopped when she felt a familiar presence behind her. Turning around, she saw the one being she never wanted to see again.
"Mother..." She hissed.
Standing before her was her mother, Khaos the creator. She looked to be four years of age, with long blond hair and pale white skin. When Gaia blinked, she was an young woman, around twenty or so, with short brown hair and tanned skin. When she blinked again, she was an elderly woman, with grey hair and chocolate coloured skin. Then Gaia blinked again, and she looked different. Whenever anyone blinked or just stopped focusing on her, Khaos' form would change. It would always be a female, and never the same form twice. No one would see the same form either, but no matter what, everyone knew who she was. Her presence was unmistakable.
"Hello daughter." She said. No matter what form Khaos took, her voice remained the same soft, elegant voice echoing as if it was from all around at once. "Nice to see you again."
"Cut the chitchat and tell me what you want." Gaia said, cutting Khaos from saying anything else.
"Fine then." Khaos smiled, the smile becoming insanely twisted when it appeared on a woman covered in scars, holding a mace and a shield, wearing full battle armour. "I came with a warning. You chose a side, and I chose the other. And you will loose." She said the last sentence with her finger prodding Gaia on the chest.
"I would like to see you try." Gaia hissed.
Khaos shrugged and turned away towards the shadows, but stopped and looked over her shoulder, her currently hazel eyes staring into Gaia's glowing green eyes. "Just remember, you brought this upon yourself. Now join your son Typhon in eternal imprisonment." With that she clicked their fingers and vanished.
Gaia only had a second to mull over the fact that the all knowing Khaos didn't know Perseus existed before she was hit in the stomach with what felt like the whole sky (and she knew what that felt like). She was blasted into the wall before collapsing on the floor, her eyes looking over her stomach, which had a large hole that lead straight to the other side. Sand poured out of the wound, and the earth around her attempted to rush to heal it, but it would take some time.
She looked up to see the three Gods advancing on her. Zeus' lightning bolt was sizzling, steam coming off the end of it, and Gaia realised with a shock that she was hit with it and was hurt. Normally, that lightning bolt had the effectiveness of throwing dust into a primordial's face, just very inconvenient, and to her it was even less so, being Mother Earth and all that, so she naturally was able to be unaffected by it. Yet, that time, it was like it had been supercharged-
Khaos.
It was all her. No wonder Kronos had lost his own scythe and cut into pieces by it. No wonder all her children (well the ones she cared about) were able to be imprisoned. No wonder Erebus and Nyx were strangely absent from the world. Khaos had manipulated everything for her own personal gain.
Gaia managed to curse her mother before she was hit by another lightning bolt, making the whole world turn black.
Tartarus instantly knew what had happened. He felt the raw power of Khaos, her interference on the fight, and felt his love being restrained. They were almost at the meeting place, almost safe, when he felt the Gods move again. They were after him now, meaning that Gaia told them about his involvement, maybe even Perseus'.
Tartarus smiled sadly. It looked like Perseus would be without both parents.
Turning, he looked both Perseus and the serpent-woman in the eyes, before turning around. "Ananke..." He whispered, without looking at her.
"I know." She hissed back, regret lacing her voice. "If only it wasss different. Perssseusss dessservesss a family. But if thisss worksss..."
"Dad..." Perseus said, his voice low and quiet. "It'll be fine. I'll be back, and we all can be a family again."
Tartarus nodded, but didn't speak as they disappeared into the darkness once again. They were in the deepest pits of the underworld, working their way through his realm to what lay beneath, the realm of fate and time, where Khaos herself has no sway. He wanted to run after them, to stay with his one and only son, but he couldn't. He needed to buy the time, even if it was just a few extra seconds.
Bound by laws older then Khaos, he, like none of the other primordial deities could deny any being, immortal or not, access to his realm. But that didn't mean he couldn't make it difficult for them. He had the whole of Tartarus at his disposal, and even though he couldn't free anyone from their prison, it didn't mean that he couldn't move the prison itself. Within a few seconds, he had managed to shift all the enemies the Gods had made throughout the years into the room with him. Settling himself on a black throne, he cleared his face of all emotions, portraying a perfect image. He was the essence of fear - not counting his son - the being that the Gods fear, not a family man. Even of it was a lie, it was his only advantage.
He didn't wait for long. There were six bright flashes, and six people appeared in front of him. Three were men, the same three that Gaia attempted to delay, while the other three were women. One was wearing a completely white toga, her long blonde hair tied neatly into a bun, and was standing tall and proud. Next to her was a woman, with a deep forest green toga, and long brown hair. She was holding a bundle of hay, like she had just been farming. The last was a small girl, the only one who didn't appear in the form of an adult, with long brown hair and a orange toga. Her eyes were burning, and she radiated power that the others lacked.
Upon their entrance, the room filled with noise from the prisoners. They roared at the Gods, shouting curses at all but one, Hestia.
"Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Hera, Demeter, Hestia." He attempted to remain neutral and cold, but his voice betrayed him and on Hestia's name, it showed respect. However, she was the only one to pick up on this, making a smile play at her lips.
"Tartarus." Hades said respectfully, his voice laced with slight fear. "What... What is this?"
"What is this?" He echoed. "This is the world of fear, of nightmares. I just thought you'd want to see those who hate you." He clapped his hands together, and the room grew smaller, the monsters around the edges getting closer. "So, you want Perseus, do you?"
On the name, Zeus straightened up and looked towards him. "Is that the name of your son?" He sneered. "The one that probably doesn't even exist?"
Tartarus smiled a cold, bone-chilling smile. "If he didn't exist, you wouldn't even bother coming here. You're scared, that if he can create Typhon, what else could he make?"
"Indeed." Hestia spoke, her childlike voice filled with power. "We want to know about his origin, his birth."
Tartarus nodded. "Fine I will. Gaia thought it to be appropriate to be shared, so I might as well tell you-" And Khaos, he silently added. "-the rest."
"As you know, in the beginning, Khaos had four children." The Gods nodded. "Two sets of twins. First came Gaia and I, then came Erebus and Nyx. Gaia and I were happily together until-" He stooped, and cocked his head to one side before growling. "Fine. Anyway, before things happened - which I'm not allowed to go into detail about - Perseus was born, first born of firstborns of a firstborn... He became powerful, yada yada yada..." He sighed, his composure slipping. "Stupid ancient laws..." He grumbled. "Not allowed to reveal anything..."
"What is he?" Hera asked, somewhat sympathetic. She knew the trouble the ancient laws could cause. "Are you allowed to tell us what he represents?"
Tartarus thought for a moment. "Yes I can. He is Perseus, primordial deity of Creation, Destruction, Love and Fear."
The Gods stopped moving, frozen is spot, and Tartarus felt Khaos enter his realm. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed that Hestia didn't freeze with the rest, but copied them after a few seconds. Before he could have time to plunder this, Khaos appeared in front of him.
"I'm disappointed..." She tutted at him, wagging her finger. One of her forms held a spear which made her look intimidating, and slightly insane. "That you did this behind my back..."
"Because of what you did to us, this is nothing." Tartarus spat back.
"But a child..." She sighed dramatically, her form changing to a beautiful woman with a hand on her heart. Then she turned serious. "You do know this wont change a thing." She hissed at him. "Nothing can. The ancient laws forbid for any intervention from a higher divine force. Even I cannot break it. The Gods are my pawns, and they do what I please."
Tartarus just smirked, eyes glowing dangerously. "But you forget, oh dear sweet mother, about his control." He leaned in, so his mouth could whisper into her ear. "He is the deity of Creation and Destruction. If he sees fit... The ancient laws will bend for him. The world, the universe... The whole of existence will bend to his will." He backed away from her. "You said you cannot break the laws, but he can. If he can do that, what else can he do which you can't?"
With a scream of rage, Khaos destroyed Tartarus' physical body, tying his essence to his realm so that it would take him millions of years to reform. She flicked her wrist, wiping the memory of all the frozen Gods in the room and sending them back to Olympus, before shimmering away to think, not sparing the room a second glance.
Hestia watched as she saw Tartarus and Khaos argue, Khaos destroy his body, and sending the Gods away. The words of the conversation stayed in her mind. 'The Gods are my pawns'... 'You said you cannot break the laws but he can'... 'They do what I please'...
She needed to mull this over, and find out what these words meant, because if they were true, the war she had just supported was wrong.
Perseus slowly slid off the blue scales on Ananke's back, touching the white floor. They were in a pure white room, with nothing in it apart from a old leather book and a miniature ornate grandfather clock on a white table. In the centre of the room (or what he guessed to be the centre) was a large grey stone-like object, floating calmly in place.
Next to the table was another serpent-person, with the same length tail as Ananke, except it was a deep red colour. His upper body was human, but he held three heads: a lion on the left shoulder, human in the middle and bull on the right shoulder. The human head, like the body, was red skinned and had dark brown hair. He looked about thirty years old, and was watching Ananke and Perseus as they approached.
"Chronosss!" Ananke smiled. "Here isss Perssseusss. Unfortunately Tartarusss and Gaia didn't make it. Our dear sssissster Khaosss intervened. I ssshall look for the directionsss on hisss return." She slithered over to the table next to Chronos, picked up the book and began to look through it rapidly.
"Perssseusss..." Chronos said as he approached the boy, his voice deep and rough. "Do not fret about your family. You will be able to reunite, and ressscue them if need be, when the time comesss."
Perseus nodded. Ananke moved over to them, holding the book. "I found it." She hissed. "Here it isss:
After one betraysss her family for one half-man,
After the disssappearance of the great god Pan.
After the godsss have played masssquerade,
After the war and the great vow isss made.
At the theft of the Godsss on the daysss of Yule,
The bane of Khaosss to create new rule."
Chronos nodded, and slid to the table and picked up the small clock. After thinking for a moment, he placed it down and returned. "A few of them at too vague to pinpoint any moment in time, but a few are of ussse. The god Pan disssappearsss in about one-hundred-and-fifty or ssso yearsss, the war and great vow isss in over two and a half thousssand yearsss, and the theft isss in about three thousssand yearsss."
"What is with the first line?" Perseus asked. "It's too common for it to of any use."
"Ah Perssseusss..." Ananke sighed dramatically. "Sssuch foolissshnessss... It isss on there asss an important detail for you. Ssshe could be the one for you." She winked at him. "It'sss more of a warning to go easssy on her when you find her."
Perseus thought that over. Someone to spend his life with, to be his. He smiled when he thought of his parents. That'd be nice.
And ta-da! First chappie up! Whoohoo! I feel really pleased with this chapter, and the whole story in general.
Ok, so if you can't tell already, it's probably going to be a Zoë x Percy story. Can't help it, just love the pairing! So reviews are absolutely adored, and I would love it if people could tell me they liked it (fingers crossed!).
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Ok I'm done now.
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