Hey guys, I know it's been a while since I've logged on. Don't blame me. Blame my parents. Anyway, here's a new idea I have in mind. Enjoy!
Chaos' Army: The Chosen One
It was a fine Friday night when it happened. He remembered it so vividly as if it was just yesterday.
*Flashback*
He remembered throwing around tornados and tidal waves as if they were nothing. He remembered the rage, burning away his logic (Not that he had much), and tearing down anything that stood in his way.
"Why would I want to be with you when I can have Tom?"
Betrayal.
He felt like he should have punched Annab- his cheating girlfriend directly to the face.
Regret.
"I'm so much better than you, fool. I am the one that deserves GodHood, not you with your patheticness."
Above everything else, Anger.
He remembered that the most. And still did whenever he thought about it.
*flashback end*
He was on the run. For now. Thankfully, Hestia and Hades had both given him their blessings, wgich allowed him to stay hidden for the meantime.
A warm, comforting voice filled his head. "Run." It could have only been from Hestia, judging by the kind, warm tone of the intruder.
So the Son of Poseidon did run.
But where to? He couldn't go to his mother's apartment, he would kust attract monsters and get his mother killed.
Not back to camp. Not Camp Jupiter, either. They had kicked him out after he attacked Octavian, that bastard.
He had nowhere to run. Run where?
He prayed. Not to Zeus. Or Ares. Or any of the other Gods that tossed him aside after he saved them. Luke was right. The Gods deserved to suffer. But not too much. They needed to be taught a lesson. But not be entirely destroyed like Kronos had wanted to. No. Instead, he prayed for help. For anyone.
Minutes passed, and it seemed as if the Gods truly didn't care about him. His hope was dimming and made a movement to walk away, when suddenly, a vortex made up of what he could only describe was immense power, a man stepped out.
"Perseus Jackson. I am Chaos. I have seen how cruelly you were treated. Thrown away like an old toy. Will you join my army?". Chaos stood emotionless, but Percy could see what The Creator felt right in Chaos' eyes. Pity. Anger. Sympathy.
"Gladly."
