A/N: Alright everyone, let's see what is the order of business today. First off, sorry for not updating. I was in Utah for vacation (no postcards sorry). I also felt really lazy. Finally, I had re-read my previous stories and comments. So I am choosing to rewrite Son of Chaos: The Thief. I know that it probably won't be as good as the original, but stick with me please. Also, the story is going to end from the Trials of Apollo ending (which I do not know, but I will sorta guess also Spoilers the good guys win). Enough rambling, time for me to write what the three people who still read my stories want. :)
Disclaimer: Not mine *well technically the Greek Gods are part of the creative commons but still…
Percy:
It was finally over. The troubles were over and there was nothing else to really do. Lesser monsters had been defeated and Percy felt pretty good. School with Annabeth in New Rome was enjoyable, and there was little else he could want. As he sat in New Rome with Annabeth, not really talking, but still together, he smiled. There probably wouldn't be any new crazy quest or something, right?
Fates:
Wow, Percy is stupid.
Percy:
Yup, nothing wrong with the world at the time being. Well, there was the Son of Neptune (A/N Literally the son of Neptune not the book) who had claimed praetorship, Rob. Rob was more of an Octavian, a schemer, not a fighter.
That night, as Percy went back to the barracks, he was accosted by Rob.
"Hey, cuz." Percy looked at Rob casually leaning on a post.
"What now."
"You don't talk to me anymore. It seems like you might be a traitor…" Percy stared at Rob. There was no way that he would even be thinking about that.
"There definitely is something off about you, though." Rob started pacing in a circle around Percy.
"What do you want, Rob?" Silence, as Rob continued to pace.
"Sure, we might have rediscovered all sources of prophecy, but they are all silent. None of the quests have been getting answers yet."
"Cause there probably aren't any quests right now."
Rob stopped pacing behind Percy. "Possibly, but this must be done."
Percy heard a knife being drawn from a sheath. Percy turned and drew Riptide, only to be stabbed from the back. Reyna stepped out from within the tent, her Imperial Gold blade stained red.
"There. No more need to continue this blackmail." Percy heard Reyna's voice fainter and fainter…
When Percy came to, he realized two things. First, he was nowhere near the DOA recording studios, and second, Riptide was no longer in his pocket. He checked his surroundings. It was a black room that had no visible illumination, but he could still see the contents of the room. There was a table in front of him with a chair, and a window behind him that showed more inky darkness. He stood up. A man was sitting at the table.
"Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon."
"Who are you?"
"I am Chaos, the creator."
A/N: Well, hope you guys like this. If so, Chapter 1 is incoming. If not, Chapter 1 is incoming. (mostly because I will be writing this). Andromeda will be discontinued and the rewrite will be coming as soon as I am done with this. My other incomplete stories should hopefully have some updates coming out soon.
