PROLOGUE
"Are you sure young demigod?" the lady with flowing black hair and deep dark eyes asked him. "Yes". The young demigod replied without any hesitation.
"You would have to leave behind everything" she said.
"If that's a condition I have no problem" he replied without any hint of emotion in his eyes. Its not like anyone would miss him. They would have probably thought that he went to Tartarus. Nobody would care. Not even…. no, he had promised himself that he would not dwell in the past anymore.
The lady looked at him with concern. A young man who had suffered the worst life had presented, but if he proves himself and he is the person whom she thinks he is, then that could change everything.
"Are you sure….?"
"Yes; I don't have any regrets". He replied.
She looked at his sea-green eyes that were once filled with mirth and the determination to go to the end of the world for his friends and family; now replaced with a dull sad look filled with sorrow and hatred.
"Then come Percy Jackson, let us make haste. I can't stay for long".
"Yes, Lady Chaos". Percy replied.
The lady now identified as Chaos, took one more look at the demigod for any sign of fear or hesitation and having found none, took hold of his hand and flashed away before anyone could detect why there was a sudden spike in energy at this particular place.