Percy's POV
This is a story about how I became what I am. It all started with the incident. It was a normal day at camp Half-blood, but that was about to change.
~Flashback camp Half-blood~
"I'm sorry Percy it's just not meant to be." Annabeth said to me. I was shocked. It was a year after the war with Gaia, I thought everything between Annabeth and I was perfect, but here she was telling me she didn't think it would work.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean what I said Percy, it's over between us"
"But why?"
"It's complicated Percy."
"It's Max isn't it?" Annabeth suddenly looked worried and I knew that was it. Max, my stupid brother was going out with Annabeth.
"Percy you-"
"It's okay Annabeth I understand." I said tears starting to form in my eyes; I turned quickly and strode away before she could see my tears. Max was cocky and arrogant so I couldn't understand why Annabeth left me for him. When I got to my cabin I quickly stuffed my stuff into my bag. I thought about getting my Minotaur horn but it brought back to many hurtful memories. I had decided that I would leave. Annabeth was my life and my love, if she didn't need me anymore, well that was fine, I just would disappear without a trace. I headed out. It was starting to get dark out so it wasn't hard for me to sneak away. When I got to Half-Blood hill I looked back one more time, but the memories that used to be happy were now too painful to bear. With that I left, not looking back again.
~Flashback ends~
It didn't take long for my sadness to turn to anger. I began to hunt monsters and take them down with my rage. It was rather calming. Whenever I was done with my killing spree's I would camp in the closest ally to where I was. On one such night I heard a deep thrumming noise. I grabbed riptide which I almost never capped now and faced the source of the noise, a black vortex. Out of the vortex stepped a man who couldn't have been more then 23. He talked to me, relaxed me. I capped Riptide. He offered me a job. A job that meant I wouldn't have to see any of my friends ever again. I accepted. He handed me a cloak and a mask and gave me a new name, Zelta. Chaos, as I now knew him, lead me through the vortex back to his base in a dimension of its own. And I followed, thus beginning my new life as an assassin for Chaos.