There are a lot of Percy Jackson and Chaos stroies out there, but most of them, are, well, bad. Other authors have tried to fix this by making a new chaos story, full of interesting ideas, and unsuspected twists. These attempts, while i admire the effort put in to them, are more or less worse than the regular Chaos stories. I've diecided that I don't want a different Chaos story, I just want a good one.
Alpha walked into the throne room of his master and kneeled. Chaos sat in the massive black throne at the end of the rectangluar room, and his second-in-command knew that ke would speak when he was ready. "Rise, Persues Jackson. I have an important mission to give you." Alpha momentairily stiffened at his old name, Chaos was the only being not on Earth who knew who Alpha truly was but even he rarely adressed him as such. How long had it been since those words had been spoken? Alpha certainly hadn't heard them in almost millennium, but what about on Earth, did anyone ever speak his name? As his thoughts driffted to his former life, Alpha felt the anger and betrayl rise up in the chest. "and here I thought that you had mastered the art of hiding your emotions, your anger is slipping out from under your mask, Alpha." Alpha remembered where he was and his anger dissapeared as he cleared his mind. The life of Perseus Jackson meant nothing to him, and all that mattered in the eyes of Alpha was the mission at hand. "You're going back to Half-Blood Hill."said Chaos. Well, so much for that idea. Seconds passed as Alpha tried to supress his anger and form the "Yes, Sir" that was customary whenever he was assigned a mission. Instead Alpha simply nodded, and, after a dismissal from Chaos, promptly left the throne room.
The massive fortress that floated in space to serve the military needs of Chaos and his armies had changed over time, there were movies theaters, food courts, recreation centers, but Alpha, much to protest of the his men, had insisted that the soilders stationed on the fotress live in barracks, to atleast have the slight guise of military disicpline. Alpha walked into the captain's barracks, where he informed the fifty captains under his command that ten of them would travel with him to Earth in order to assist the Gods. The ten captains he had selected then left to relay their orders to the other five-hundred soilders under their command, for a total of five-thousand of Alpha's men heading to Earth. Alpha then left the captain's barracks and went to his room.
Alpha felt relived when he finnaly entered his personal quater's,he had a reputation for being cold-hearted, and disciplined, and he wasn't sure what his face looked like after he had recived his newest orders. "Half-Freaking-Blood-Freaking-Hill," he spat out under his breath, just so FREAKING GREAT!" He lost control of his emotions, and yelled the last part, slamming his fist into the wall, leaving behind a large hole, and chips of plaster on the ground.
