A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I took so long to put up the intro, I was working on the following chapter of this story. I'll be updating the other one soon, I just felt I really needed to put this one up beforehand. It clears up a few things, even though it sort of gives away a few things for my other story.

Just to clarify, this is the first story, even though I'm publishing the first chapter of this one after having posted the sequel first. Oh, and keep an open mind, it helps a lot.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or Heroes of Olympus. I don't own the Illiad and Odyssey, either, though that would be nice.

Decorations filled the room. Too many, she thought, but then she realized she sort of liked it. It gave a chaotic aspect to the room, the randomness of everything working together beautifully, projecting the small desk in the middle with all kinds of images. A man was sitting at the desk, thinking out loud while writing on a piece of parchment.

What is it like to be a god? Many mortals and demigods have pondered the question.

The truth is, eternity is a long, long time. And the gods tend to get extremely bored.

That normally would not bother anyone. Except for the fact that these are gods. And bored gods mean that mortals and demigods are going to be in trouble.

The Trojan War was an indirect result of the boredom of gods. Hermes and his devious ways... If he hadn't stolen the stupid apple, who knows where half the Grecian army would be. Maybe they would never have travelled the Aegean Sea. Maybe they wouldn't have lost their lives in a 10 year long struggle. Over a woman, of all things. Damn Aphrodite, damn love, damn them all!

"Menelaus? Honey, calm down. There's no point raging over the past. I just found out your brother's been killed."

"What? Who, and how did Agamemnon..."

"Apparently, it was Clytemnestra, they said something about..."

Chaos watched this event with slight interest. She wondered what this world would be like if she wasn't ever present in the nature of humanity. A world devoid of chaos, of irregularities, of creativity, another model of constancy and another beacon of stupidity. She sneered at the thought, the robot sapiens of the last planet she had visited were so sickeningly ordinary. She was so glad when the humans had finally developed into a race of sentient beings, so many long years ago. Her children and grandchildren may have stumped their growth for a while, but the Olympians that currently ruled over earth were good enough; she'd let them last.

Unknown to her, a being was watching her musings and reading her mind like an open book. He chuckled softly; Chaos could be so easily distracted. That was a small reason why his son loved her, though. He was watching over her at his son's request. He checked that there was no tampering with the timeline and went back to the time of his son, several millennia from the experience. His son was doing his own thing, lost in a cycle of rebirth that was about to end soon. He sighed. If only he wasn't such an ignoramus this time around. Well, that wasn't completely true, Poseidon was mainly at fault, but Sally had remedied that. Of course, he was immensely bright, but he mulled things over in his head before talking, and that made him seem a bit slow.

The being chuckled lightly when he realized his internal joke; Percy, as he was now called, was immensely bright in more ways than one. He frowned slightly; Percy was also the darkest being in all of existence. His chuckle turned into laughter, and he had almost forgotten his mental shield when he cursed silently and put it up before Chaos could notice. Reading through Chaos' mind didn't exactly feel wrong to him, since he was the original progenitor, but he wondered what his son would think. When he had requested him to watch over her, he wasn't sure if that entailed reading her mind, but he didn't bother arguing with himself for too long, that could create small problems if his mind decided to split into different parts and start a full-blown, long-lasting, inconclusive debate. The last time that had happened, he had spent a millennia trying to piece together what he himself was saying.

Getting back to what Chaos was thinking about, he noticed she was scanning everything on earth, for some reason. He wondered for a few moments, before cursing himself for being so slow. Maybe Poseidon wasn't fully the problem, a part of his consciousness said. He told it to shut up and go back to its corner, to which his 5th mind complied grudgingly. Of course, she knew that his son might be somewhere there. Apparently, she was mad at him.

Or maybe not. What a coincidence, she stops on Perseus Jackson. He frowned slightly, had she figured out that his son had been reborn? She didn't even know about his choice to go on the cycle of rebirth. No, there had to be some other reason. He realized it may just have to do with the fact that he was the saviour of Olympus. Apparently, the fates had decided he was important and that he needed to be around every great prophecy as long as he lived.

Chaos frowned slightly as she looked at Percy. The latter, of course, was completely oblivious to the presence watching him, which was probably a good thing because he did not need to get distracted during this fight. She was sure Percy was in some way related to her. No single demigod for as long as she could remember had single-handedly pulverized Typhon.

Either that, or Echidna knew some secret weakness of her husband and had told Percy of it. The latter option was so incredible and unlikely that she knew it had to be the first one. She wondered, was Percy her son? She didn't bother trying to find out, everything in the universe was created from her; she was Creation. She must have thought him up during a period of rest. He was a son of Poseidon, though, that much was certain; no other demigod could wield the seas. Not just water, but the seas. She decided she would watch him closely. She liked him a lot, his actions showed impulsive acts of randomness, he had a general chaotic way of thinking and acting, and she figured that she must have been his mother.

The being watching her chuckled again. Sure, his son was impulsive and chaotic. He smiled at Chaos, of course she was too distracted to notice that his small acts of randomness were more than balanced by the order and peace they brought about at the end. During each of his quests, he was unpredictable. Yet, at the end of each, the world was in order again. Trust Chaos to think like that. He sighed out loud. He was getting tired of this whole business; he'd watched her for several eons now. He grumbled even louder. His son better have decided to finish the cycle sooner rather than later, because otherwise he would simply snap from the all the insanity he was forced to supervise.

Of course, it wasn't really insanity. It's just that her thoughts were so unconnected, so jumpy and shaky, that his whole appearance flickered with impatience.

Perseus Jackson, you better be the last reincarnation. I swear, you're in big trouble when you get back.

Let me know how you feel about this. I figured you might want to know more about where this is going, so I'd like a review or two commenting on this.

I'll get the next chapter posted soon enough.