A/N This is kinda similar to other stories, just minor tweaks to the stories. Hoping to write up to Blood of Olympus, keeping similar to canon.

Also, I will not include Trials of Apollo (forgive me, but not Riordan's usual work)

Disclaimer: None of this stuff is actually mine, this is just my imagination. (Please don't sue me)

The Son of Chaos

Prologue

Gaea had been defeated. Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase sat together at the beach, not saying anything for a long time. Suddenly, a person appeared in a tornado of water, landing elegantly on the beach.

"I am the son of Poseidon, Rob," he proclaimed. Percy was excited, jumping up to meet his new brother.

Six months later

Percy was annoyed. Rob wasn't better than him at anything, but he was a stuck-up, arrogant jerk. Even worse, he was hitting on Annabeth. He hogged the showers, and messed with Percy's bunk, and basically acted like the worst roommate ever. At least he had Annabeth on his side, he thought.

At the canoe lake, Rob and Annabeth were sitting closely and talking. Percy was about to walk in, but saw the two sitting there, talking to each other.

"Are you going to dump him yet?" Rob's voice whispered.

"Not yet, but soon." Annabeth responded.

Percy saw red. Drawing Riptide, he jumped up and shouted,

"Be my guest!"

Annabeth quickly realized that she had messed up. She was only joking with Rob, but Percy didn't realize that she was mocking Rob's self-centeredness. Rob, on the other hand, saw Percy's statement as an opportunity to move in on Annabeth, especially since Percy was in the way.

Meanwhile...

Chaos sat there reading some fanfiction.

"Stupid mortals. They don't even mention me unless they're doing some stupid 'Son of Chaos' story or whatnot. Why do they forget about me until they need this generic storyline? Why can't I be there whenever they mention any of the primordials? Heck, even Riordan has some nerve, not including me."

He did, however, realize the importance of an acolyte on his creation. Chaos wished to fix the flaws he saw in the world, from the gods not doing their jobs, to the Kardashians. When he saw Percy running from camp, he recognized a prime opportunity.

Percy was just running away from his embarrassment. Rob had looked at him, taunted him, and told him to run, laughing. Annabeth had stared at Percy, pleading with him to come back. Percy didn't listen, he just ran.

After gods know how long he ran for, a shadowy figure appeared behind him with a Imperial Gold blade. Percy whirled around. The figure went on the attack, and he was good. Percy barely kept up with him. After about two hours, Percy looked up and scowled.

"What do you want?"

"I wish to recruit you, Perseus Jackson. My name is Chaos, and I am the Creator of this world."