Prolouge

You all know the name of Percy Jackson, am I correct?

The hero who was subject to two prophecies, beat several monsters, titans, and giants, dated Annabeth Chase, and was the son of Poseidon.

Well I am here to tell you of his life after he died. Yes the great Percy Jackson died, but not from monsters or anything that you'd expect. He died at age seventy-four after a heart-attack.

But instead of going to Elysium as heroes usually do he was recruited by Chaos and myself.

Let me introduce myself, I am Mckenzie, well actually I prefer to call myself Max, and I am Chaos's left hand woman. I was his right but that spot was taken by Percy Jackson. I hold no grudge against him though. He is one in infinety. I'm proud to call him brother.

You're probably wondering what I mean by that. See I'm a daughter of Poseidon but I was born in 1618. I died at the age of fourteen and was recruited as Chaos's right hand because of what I did before I first died.

Back to Percy Jackson.

This story is of a battle that was possibly the worst in all of history. It also tells of the two heirs of the universe.

I will not say who they are now but you can probably guess.

Author's note.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

So I came up with this story and I hope you enjoyed the prologue. Remember to Review!