A/N: Not-so-quick story that's a tad unusual compared to the norm, I guess? It's about Percy and Chaos. Some people are probably a tad out of character but I had fun writing it anyways. By the way, thanks for reading!

I hate to say something like "please enjoy!" because that sounds like I want positive reviews and think that it deserves it, so instead I'm asking you guys to review honestly on how I can improve my writing style. This means constructive criticism so you're allowed to do that! =)

So, this was getting a bit long to be posted as one chapter so I'll keep posting a chapter maybe every week or something so it has a regular schedule. Anyways, here's a story XD.

Perseus Jackson had a problem. It was a fairly large problem, given the fact that he was in chains before the entire Olympian council.

You see, during the final fight with Phorphion on the Acropolis, the giant king Phorphion shouted out a few lines that would forever change the history of the world.

(Flashback)

"You foolish Olympians! You will never defeat the Earth Mother! There is so much you do not know!" boomed Phorphion, backing away from the fearsome duo of Jason and Zeus.

"What do you mean?" shouted Zeus angrily.

Imstead of replying, Phorphion pressed harder, only to be driven back to the cliff side.

Panting, the king of the Giants angrily spat out more words. "You will never defeat Gaea, even if you do defeat me!" He paused for breath. "The spy will make sure that the Earth Mother rises out of her slumber."

"What spy?!" growled Zeus, his hand poised on the Master Bolt, ready to fire off the deadly blow.

"A demigod, who will make sure the ancient stones are watered with their godly blood!" Phorphion laughed. "That demigod is Perseus Jackson!" His voice carried over the entire battle, causing everyone battling to freeze in place and stare at the now frightened looking son of Poseidon.

The whole battalion of gods and Heros watched as a drop of red blood wandered down Percy's nose, ready to drop into the ground.

Haha, Phorphion thought to himself. Unbeknownst to the enemy, his statement had been a lie. Poseidon's son was one of the most formidable enemies the Giants and Gaea would ever face, and he would never betray the gods. Was not his fatal flaw loyalty? Even if Phorphion himself was defeated, then Gaea would still be awakened, and the Gods would turn against their best hero.

Before Phorphion could finish his thoughts, Zeus fired his lightning and zapped the giant into oblivion.

"Sieze him!" cried Zeus angrily, pointing at the son of Poseidon now frantically backing away.

Ares, Athena, and even Hermes all worked to restrain him. Grabbing him under the arms and dragging him away, Percy's nosebleed never got to land on the Acropolis, and Gaea was not awakened as the giant King had thought.

(Flashback End)

And thus, Percy found himself bound in chains on his wrists and ankles, standing before a hall of angry, hurt, and betrayed gods and goddesses. Worst of all, Annabeth was there, looking at him with disgust evident on her features.

Percy bowed his head. There was absolutely no way out of this one. No matter how hard he pled his case, none of the gods would take his side, especially the most influential of the council, Athena and Apollo.

Apollo, being the God of Truth, should have seen what had really happened, but he was so shocked and disgusted that he did not object to the punishment of the young hero.

Athena had her own grudge against the son of Poseidon. She did not approve of his relationship with her daughter Annabeth, and though she knew that Percy was unlikely to betray anybody because of his fatal flaw, she did not speak up.

Annabeth should've taken his side, especially since she knew all about his flaw, but her thoughts were clouded with betrayal and anger.

The only immortals who seemed to question Percy's guilt were Hestia tending to her fire, Artemis who was frowning in her throne, and Poseidon, who's eyes glimmered with tears.

Percy had given up hope; he was going to be painfully killed, then sentenced to the Fields of Punishment for all eternity. No matter how many times he presented his argument, he was always shut down, talked over, and generally disregarded as an enemy.

"Any last words?" Zeus said, rising from his throne to send a deadly bolt of lightning down onto the young hero.

"Please..." Percy was crying now. Even though he could not betray, the reality of what was coming had started to get to him. He was going to be betrayed by the ones he could not disregard himself.

Zeus was merciless, and flung down the bolt.

With a blinding flash of light, the hall erupted in the screams of the young demigod. The pain and agony was intense; Percy's body contorted violently before finally becoming still.

The hall was silent in shock.

Percy opened his eyes to find himself standing on a grassy field, surrounded by trees and bushes. Gazing into the night sky, he gasped. Brilliant patterns of stars gleamed in the heavens, more than could ever be seen on earth. Galaxies swirled this way and that; he seemed to be looking at the entire universe.

Percy twisted and turned in amazement, before he was interrupted by the voice of a young woman.

"I am sorry," the girl said.

Percy turned on the spot and came face to face with a girl, maybe a head shorter than Percy, looking about sixteen years old. She had long, brown hair extending to her waist with enchanting brown eyes that twinkled golden in the light of the stars. She wore a simple white blouse with loose light blue jeans, and her countenance was one of weariness and regret. Even though she looked tired and exhausted, her voice was still melodic and pretty.

"What?" Percy asked, still in a stupor over the magnificent environment.

"The pain must have been immense," the mystery girl explained. Then she frowned. "I suppose I could have pulled you from there sooner, but then the gods would become extremely suspicious."

"Oh." Percy realized she must've been talking about getting fried by Zeus's electricity, so he nodded.

"I am sorry you had to go through that, Perseus," the girl repeated, trying for a smile.

"Excuse me, but who are you? And, how do you know my name?" Percy asked, confused.

The girl chuckled and answered. "My name is Chaos, the creator of the universe," she said. Percy's jaw dropped in surprise. "What?" asked Chaos innocently. "Is it my appearance?"

Percy nodded shakily. "Yes, I thought you would look older," he said, making to bow.

Lady Chaos raised her hand to stop him. "Please, don't," she sighed. "I don't need anyone here bowing to me."

"Wait... there are other people here?" Percy kept firing off questions, still thoroughly confused.

"No," Chaos shook her head. "You are the only one besides me. And you said you thought I would look older?"

Percy nodded.

Lady Chaos explained. "Well, this is actually my true form. When I came into existence, I was originally like what you see now. However, over the years I've tended to favor an adult appearance in order to meet some people's expectations of 'The Creator of the Universe.' Since you're the first person I've ever brought to my 'home' if you could call this that, I thought I'd make an exception. But, I can change my appearance if you'd like?"

Percy's jaw dropped again, and he mumbled, "No, you're okay."

Chaos smiled and said, "Alright, then."

The two stood in silence for a while, gazing up at the galaxies and stars, until Percy steeled himself to ask a question.

"Why am I here?" Percy asked.

"I brought you here," Chaos replied simply.

"But, why?" Percy kept asking.

The Creator sighed. "You did not deserve the pain and loss you felt. I felt sorry for you, so I brought you here."

"But you said I was the first person!" Percy exclaimed.

"Yes, that is correct."

"Well, why me?"

"You are the most deserving. Your heart is pure, and you have suffered too much to protect those who you are loyal towards. I wanted to spare you from your treatment in the Underworld," she explained.

"What do you mean deserving?"

"You are the first person who I can have a discussion with as myself, and I need help."

"Help with what?" Percy asked.

Chaos sighed and frowned. "I need to tell you a story."

Percy nodded. "Okay?..."

"You're probably aware of this... but I created the universe. From nothing. First I made stars, then galaxies, then planets. I had fun, and everything was really pretty, as you can't imagine because you weren't around then."

Percy frowned.

"Well," Chaos continued, "To sum things up into one sentence, I got lonely.

I selected a planet, and then attempted to form a new being, like myself, but I was only able to succeed in forming beings lesser than I was. You would know them as the Primodorals. I gave them each other's company, and assigned them to rule their respective places in the new world made for them. I mimicked my own place of origin; trees and grass were abundant. You know, I tried being friends with them, but they were really rotten people and found joy in the unhappiness of others.

Then, the Primodorals did something I had not forseen: they produced offspring of their own. The Titans were proud and arrogant, much like their parents. I realized that none of them were equal to me in personality or mindset and were not people I could be myself with. So I let things play out.

When the Gods were born, I was once again hopeful. But the result was horrific. I saw the first real war among my creations; suddenly, my whole perspective had been turned upside-down. The fact that living beings had the power to choose to be violent, and to choose to fight one another for conquest or glory utterly humiliated me.

I wanted everyone to live in peace instead of fighting, so I saw it in my place to intervene. I briefly supported the gods; I figured that they were more fit to oversee the development of unique living things than the Titans were, and so I aided them in the war.

The gods were victorious, so I withdrew and watched, occasionally reminding them of my presence. I watched as the gods kindled the spark of humanity, a new form of life that had limited options and time before being sent away to the Underworld. These human's lives were so brief, they were almost insignificant in my eyes; that is, until I realized their open-mindedness and potential.

Over the years, the gods came to depend on humans, relying on them and mingling with them.

But I had still not found someone worthy to assist me. The gods were not fit to be my equal, just as the Titans had not been. I realized that if anyone was going to be similar to me, then it would be a mortal.

And so, I have waited. I have spent thousands of years waiting, biding my time, until someone arrived who I could talk to without worry."

"Wait..." Percy frowned.

Chaos gazed at Percy intently.

"Me?" Percy gasped.

Chaos nodded sincerely, her eyes sparkling.

"How..." Percy stuttered.

"You are literally the best person who has ever walked on the earth. You have a heart of gold; you would always protect your friends and, in some cases, even your enemies. Your fatal flaw is not one of hubris, or desire for power; rather, it is one of loyalty, which is hardly a bad thing."

Percy was still in shock.

"Am I talking too much?" Chaos asked, looking puzzled.

"No," Percy sighed. "I just don't, well, get what's going on and why," he said.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Chaos hastily apologized. "I am not used to talking with people."

Percy weakly started to smile.

"But you wanted to talk to me."

"Yes," Chaos nodded.

"And you need my help somehow?" he asked.

"Yes...?" Chaos inquired, looking puzzled.

"Well, who am I to turn down the creator of the universe?" Percy sighed. "What do you need?"

Chaos was puzzled. She was not expecting the boy to simply offer to help, but then again, this was one of the most kind-hearted individuals ever to exist.

"Well, I don't know how to explain it..." she voiced out loud. "I think it has something to do with guilt."

"What do you mean?" Percy asked with concern.

Chaos was surprised to find his concern touching. She began to open up more to him.

She brushed a loose strand of hair out of her face and continued talking.

"Well... I don't know. I feel like everything I create either turns bad or negative... like the Primodorals. They weren't really nice, and eventually rule over the earth was passed down to the Titans. But then, they turned bad too. And then came the gods, who aren't exactly the best rulers over humanity, even though they are better than the Titans. I don't know... I feel like everything good in the world is overshadowed by everything bad. Like you; you're one of the best people ever, and you would've been killed by some selfish, egotistical beings had I not saved you."

Percy's eyes widened, and he was open-mouthed in surprise.

"I just feel like it's all my fault, because I could've been more careful, or created the world better, or done something to make sure that peace was at the heart of everyone..."

Chaos frowned and looked away.

Percy was very surprised, to say the least. He expected this girl, who was the creator of the universe, to be somewhat confident and sure of herself. But instead, he found himself observing a scared girl who felt that all of the world's negative aspects were her fault. He doubted anyone else had ever seen Chaos so fragile and vulnerable in history.

"None of it is your fault..." Percy said. "I guess it's just how the world works."

"But I'm the one who created the world in the first place..." said Chaos softly.

Percy realized she was about to cry. The creator of the entire universe was about to cry, right in front of him.

So Percy awkwardly hugged Chaos, much to the latter's surprise.

"What are you doing?" she asked, confused.

"I was trying to get you to stop crying," Percy muttered. "Sorry," he said, walking back a few steps.

"No, no... it's fine," Chaos answered before hanging her head down.

"What's the matter?" Percy asked, kneeling to look up at Chaos's face.

"Don't you get it?" she said suddenly. "I feel really bad... I just wish everyone could get along and be peacful. But there are so many bad people in the world, and I can't help but feel that it's all my fault." Her voice caught in her throat, and she turned away again.

"Oh..." Percy muttered before attempting to hug the creator of the universe once more. This time she leaned into his hug, and a single tear crept its way down her face.

"None of it is your fault," Percy said soothingly.

"But it is..." sobbed Chaos.

Percy was still in shock at seeing the most powerful and important being ever to exist crying into his chest, but he continued trying to comfort her.

"Shh... You created the entire universe by yourself; I think you did a great job," he kept talking.

Chaos didn't say anything; she laid her head in Percy's shoulder.

"And you also created all life other than yourself, which includes me, so I'm grateful for that."

"But, only a few people are nice like you..." Chaos whined.

"Not just a few. You said that you thought all of the gods were arrogant and selfish? Well, from my experience, some of them are actually very nice. Maybe not Zeus or Ares, of course. But Hestia, Artemis, Apollo, my dad, Hephastus, and Hermes are pretty cool."

Chaos kept crying, but was listening to what Percy had to say.

"Take people like Artemis, who frequently hunts down monsters to protect demigods who haven't found a way to camp, or who rescues young girls in need of assistance. Look at Hestia, who is one of the most level-headed individuals who plays a huge part in keeping the Olympian family together. Or even my father, Poseidon. He's helped a lot of underwater sea creatures, and he supervises the oceans to carry ships safely to their destinations."

Chaos looked up into Percy's eyes and found nothing but sincereness and concern. She stopped crying, briefly.

Percy continued. "There are plenty of people in the demigod camps who would sacrifice themselves to save others. People in the military do this for their fellow soldiers, like Frank's mother. My own mother and step-dad are some of the best people you'll ever find."

Chaos finally spoke again. "Yes, but... there's a lot of bad people, too. And they tend to overshadow those who do good... you've said it yourself, I believe. The best people have the worst luck."

Percy sighed and patted Chaos on the back. "That's part of what makes life worth living. Of course there's going to be some people who try and get you down, or are egotistical and cruel. But getting around these obstacles is a challenge, and that's important."

"But it would've lead to your death," Chaos said, disheartened. "You would've died because of my mistakes," she cried.

"Well, yes, but think about what the world would be like if there were no terrible people out there. Nobody would fight, nobody would be unnecessarily punished or killed. But, nobody would have the will to live, because everything is already perfect for them. If anything, more selfish people and deceitful beings would arise from the group of complacent individuals anyways."

"That's the problem," sobbed Chaos. Percy looked down at the girl he was hugging.

"No, it isn't. You can't have a world completely devoid of negativity. If you have a grounp of happy, peaceful people, inevitably some of them are going to turn self-centered; it's impossible for any beings of free will to not be riddled with those who wish to harm others, or boss everyone around. And don't say that people are better off without free will."

"But..." Lady Chaos muttered.

"Shh," Percy said soothingly. "You did a great job creating the world and its people. Even though some of them are bad, most of them are good in the heart, and they either thrive the most or hurt the most emotionally. But, that's a good thing, because without emotions, you aren't really a person."

"But..." Chaos muttered again.

"What is it, Lady Chaos?" Percy asked.

The girl couldn't repress a small giggle despite her emotions. "Well... why the formal title? Don't call me that," she said.

Percy nodded and shrugged his shoulders.

"And second... you really think that nothing is really my fault?"

"Yeah... You did a heck of a job creating everything in the universe just by yourself," Percy said and smiled a tad.

"I... well, I think you helped, Perseus, so thank you."

"You can call me Percy if you want," he offered.

"But... well, if you'd prefer it," Chaos relented.

"Okay. Please call me Percy," he said, grinning.

"Alright..." Chaos let go of Percy and stood back a few steps.

"I'm so sorry," she said.

Percy was confused. "For what?" he asked.

"Crying in front of you, leaning on you, talking with you about this stuff..." she explained.

"Oh, no," he said. "It's fine. I was happy to help."

"I wanted to ask you... if I gave you powers equal to mine, would you help me work to make the world a better place for those who deserve it, then?" Chaos asked.

"Umm..." Percy looked uncertain. "Yes, but I don't want powers equal to yours."

Chaos was surprised by his answer. "Well, I feel obliged to give you that power anyways," she muttered. "Plus... I need a friend..." she sighed.

"But..." Percy's eyes widened in surprise. "No, really, it's okay. You can just send me to the underworld..."

But Chaos wasn't listening; she had already said the necessary incantations and was about to grant immortality and the powers of creation to him.

"I will not let you refuse immortality again," she said, dead serious. "We both know you deserve it."

Percy was frightened and unsettled, but he stood still. A bright light emanated from Chaos, causing her hair to fly in the wind that the display of power was creating. Then, the light made its way from Chaos towards Percy before surrounding him in the glow.

Suddenly, all at once, the light faded, and it left behind Percy, now immortal, with power on par with Chaos herself.

Speaking of Chaos, she smiled, then collapsed.

Percy's reflexes allowed him to catch her as she fell.

"Used a lot of energy to do that..." she muttered. "Did the power thing work?"

Percy nodded. "Yes, yes it did. You didn't have to do that," he said softly.

Chaos drowsily said, "You deserved it..." Then she fell asleep.

Percy gently set her down on the grass, then sat down himself and waited.