DISCLAIMER FOR ALL TO SEE: My name is NOT Rick Riordan and I do not own any character or member of the Percy Jackson collection. And I cry because of it every day
I also made Nico older to fit the story so if you don't like find a different story
Arrosa (female percy) POV:
I don't remember how this happened. We survived the war, my friends were safe for the second time and no one was supposed to try and kill you for another few years so why is this happening?
Me and Nico have been together for almost three years and we were happy. There were one or two girls that tried and get with him but he was ran and now this is going on. But Nico wasn't supposed to be back for two more days that day.
You probably don't know what I'm talking about so let me fill you in.
-FLASHBACK-
it was like every other say. i was patrolling the boarder looking for any demi-gods that might need help with their trail of monsters. it was about four weeks since my new brother and sister showed up. they're twins apparently and everything is going downhill. Casey and Treyton Burdet were two sixteen year old son and daughter of Poseidon.
They were brought to camp by lord Poseidon himself where he claimed them immediately. I'm no longer allowed to call him father much less dad. nico was the only one left since thalia was always away. I think that if I wasn't in love with nico I would have already joined the hunt.
But the two of them was arrogant and exaggerated, and everyone listened to them. And i couldn't do anything about it.
it was a slow day on the patrol, when i heard screaming from the woods off to my right. sneaking through tree limbs and avoiding the dead leaves i made sure i wasn't seen. but what i saw ripped my heart to peices. nico and casey...kissing. i couldn't take it anymore. the only reason i hadnt left before was because nico never left me and now... now he sees someone else.
with hot burning tears streaming down my face i tirn around and walk away not caring if im heard anymore.
i tried to get to my cabin without being seen it wasnt too hard because no one ever saw me nowadays. treyton wasnt there and neither was riptide. that made me angry someone had taken my sword.
but i didnt have time for that. i shoved all my things inyo my backpack and left once again. i rubbed at my bloodshot sea green eyes and yanked all of my waist long wavy jet black hair into a ponytail. i ran back to the boarder. my pocket felt empty. riptide had never been taken from me since i was twelve and now ut was gone. i decided that i would leave through the woods less chance if someone getting me.
running i heard a voice that i had never wanted to hear jn my life especially since i was with out a weapon.
"well well well, if it isnt little rosa. whats thiss little rosa is without her friends. did they finally abandon you? oh, they did." his voice was patronizing and cold like every other time i heard him.
"what kronos? decide that you have a death wish?" his sycthe was at his side while mh riptide was gone.
his face morphed fron his cruel humor to angered rage. i was unprepared for his scythe to hack at me side. i started getting in close hoping to grab at his wrist and force him to drop his weapon. i got in close alright. but the idiot titan king killed himself and me. like seriously what idiot hacks himself in two.
well apparently the titan of time but than again he never seemed to be the brightest of gaia's children.
as he gasped in shock from his self mutilation i backed against a tree to lean on.
i could feel my heart slowing and i think nico felt it as well because the next thing i knew was the strong pale arms of the ghost king around me. trying to keep me up but my body was to heavy and i could help but fall, him falling with me.
i remember his voice screaming at me to hang on not to give up but i never knew eye lids could get so heavy even when i was sleepy they werent this heavy.
but it was a different voice that changed my life. it was soft and dark but there was something else there. he was talking to nico. telling him something.
then i was floating but i remember one more thing before this dark abyss where i was given a choice, i remember nico's voice calling and telling me one last thing.
"i'll see you again." he whispered, "i love you mi flora mare."
-end of the flashback-
Those words have been plaguing my mind. was he serious, did Nico still love me. They've been all I can think about for the past seven earth years.
Now you're probably still confused.
My decision in the abyss was to join chaos and his army to prepare for Gaia and Kronos return supported by order, chaos' brother, you'd think that chaos would be bad and the evil guy not order. but order is a jealous because chaos came first and order came second when they formed.
My name is Echo, former arrosa jackson, I'm the top assassin in chaos' army and I'm his personal assassin as well. my time in the void with chaos has been 7,000 years and no one has ever beat me in a match. I've seen war and killed more than my fair share of criminals in these 7,000 years it's dark here, my skin has lost its tan luster than it had. it's still flawless but pale combined with my sea green eyes that now have gold speckles around the iris from my adoption from chaos.
Didn't see that coming :p haha but anyway my eyes and jet wavy black hair now fell to my thighs as it's grown out. I braid two sections in a Celtic knot style with iris cristata flowing through my hair. I'm still petite and agile I prefer my short dresses that come to my knees, with tulle underneath to puff it up, I have a black lace covering my Crimson red bodice and black straps around my ankles. I prefer not wearing shoes as the make too much noise when I'm trying to kill my target.
I love all my weapons as there are 461 that I've master so far but I much prefer my rapier and daggers with my bow and spear a close second. my dagger rest of my right side as my rapier, θάλασσα αίματος or thálassa aímatos, meaning blood sea but I just call it thálassa for short.
Now I was sitting in the big armchair I had next to the fire place in my room at chaos' palace where the royal guard stay. The royal guard are a hand selected group of people that I picked to have my back when I go to war instead of my sole missions.
My second in command is north, she was a former huntress and I choose her name after the northern star that guides people. if we were on earth her name would have been Zoe Nightshade. She stands in my right in our formation.
Third from my hand picked pack of killers is was archangel, I choose that name because he was a warrior and a fighter. I also chose it because of his fallen nature before he rose again like the archangel that fell from heaven. he would have gone by Luke castellan if still earth.
My fourth was arrow, one of the best shots we had second only to north. I got her a black obsidian bow with Celtic carvings blessed by chaos to notch an arrow without a quiver. it changes into a black cloth choker with a simple star charm on it. she would have been Bianca Di Angelo if she had not have died at 13.
My fifth was smith, our forger if one is looking for him he's probably in the forges making a new weapon. he was Charles Beckendorf back on earth. He was dating charmer our sixth and finally team mate. she preferred a healer role on our team but north and arrow helped with that as well.
Charmer was a sweet thing all was making sure someone was safe or happy and there for whoever needed a shoulder to cry on. she would have been Selena Beauregard.
I was just happy that Uncle Hades hadn't forgotten me and let me bring them all back to keep me company and save the worlds and stuff like that.
They all would usually have been training or doing something else so imagine my surprise when archangel barged into my room running for his life. I stared at him with a blank look on my face, but he could probably see the question in my eyes for interrupting my reading. Tolkien by the way, but he just put a finger to his lips in the universal symbol for "be quiet" I just sighed wondering what he had done this time.
Then I heard north screaming. ah so he messed with north, well we never said archangel was very smart. I sighed and closed my book but left my legs tucked up underneath me with a blanket thrown over my legs. I hadn't had a mission in three days so I was in need of entertainment besides rereading my library.
My old friends would never know it was me if they saw me know. I actually enjoy reading when I have a moment and learning new languages became one of my favorite pastimes.
But think about that makes me sad, and depressed because I want to go back to see Nico and Thalia.
Chaos told me that he explained what was happening when he brought me to the void to get healed. but would Nico have changed? He would be 26 now after seven years on earth. what if the gods immortalized him would he still be 19 but now I'm drifting off in my thoughts when I was going to watch Luke get the chiz beat out of him by Zoë.
Ahh the joys having friends.
"You imbecile get out here right now! Don't think for a second that echo will help you dang it! I'll kill you then chaos can bring you back and I'll kill you again."
'Wow she sounds angry,' I thought as I watched Luke cower in the corner between my window seat and the bed frame.
She apparently never checked to see if my door was unlocked...which it was. because she continued to beat my poor door senseless.
"The door is unlocked Zoë." I called out. my voice changed as well as my skin tone, I had never noticed until someone told me that it became quieter and they said it sounded more alluring.
But then again the dude was hitting on me. so what did the douchebag know.
I heard the door turn as well as Luke's whimper. and there standing in my doorway was not just north,but arrow and charmer too.
I turned to my third in commander, "just what the Tartarus did you do his time?"
His Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped, nothing.
That set charmer off apparently, "nothing! NOTHING! You walloping piece of dung, that was not nothing. you ate our snacks and then told us that we didn't need them anyway. you basically called us FAT!"
Now I always knew that Luke was never the brightest crayon in the box. but honestly he said that to three girls. who are forever sixteen. and hormonal.
Yep, he was a dumb-chass. (no cussing).
I sighed just wondering how long it would be before Luke was killed by these three. but apparently Chaos wasn't ready to lose Luke as he called a meeting for our next mission.
Releasing a puff of air, i untwined my legs from the cover and placed my book back on the self next to the other Tolkien books it was the last of the 'lord of the rings' series. My dress today was actually a pale blue almost white with my traditional black lace overlay to the bodice and pale blue ribbons criss-crossing up my calves like always. everyone says I look like a fairy until you see my eyes or my cruel smile that I reserve for my targets.
And I'll admit with my small structure and petite height I did look like a fairy especially with my ever present iris cristata in my hair.
But then again I usually carry thálassa and not my spear.
My footsteps were silent unlike the soft patter of the other four who did in fact wear shoes. none of us talked on the way to the meeting except when charmer yelled and hit archangel like the dumb-chass he is. when we got there smith was already sitting in his seat, arms crossed and his face passive. he rarely shows emotions except to his fiancé charmer.
"What is this about, chaos?" I inquired. the last time we were on a team mission the world we went to was at war.
Poor zenpholyans they were never the same after that war, but I hear it is getting better for them actually. oops off track.
Chaos was fidgeting slightly in his chair, that is never a good sign.
"Um...well you see. there is a mission for you." he coughed into his fist nervously his eyes skimming over me for a second as if he was sacred of my reaction. yep definitely not a good sign.
"And just where are we going on this mission?" I narrowed my eyes at him.
"You'rebeingsenttocamphalf-bloodtohelpagainstorder'sforceswithgaiaandkronos." that whole sentence was rushed out and completely in-understandable and I'm sure all of our faces showed that.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, "forgive me chaos but what in the name of Olympus did you just say."
"You're going back to camp half-blood to help against order's forces with Gaia and Kronos." He said this time eying me warily.
My back stiffened and my breath caught in my throat. there were mixed emotions. I got to see nico again and Thalia but then there was also everyone else. Casey, treyton, Annabeth and all of them lovely backstabbers.
Everyone was looking at me with a wariness to their eyes like they expected me to blow up another planet.
It was one time anyway, and uninhabited and that dam witch should have stayed away from nico in the first place. getting off track again.
I sighed and hunched over, it felt like the weight of the world was back on my shoulders and I don't know if I'll be able to hold it this time around but, I simply looked up and asked
"When do we leave?" They were probably expecting me to throw a temper tantrum worth of any five year old but I was only looking to a more positive aspect of this mission. I get to see Nico again after 7000 years...well only 7 for him, 7000 for me but you get the point.
Chaos still had that cautious look in his eyes and for good reason too. I was the daughter of the sea and we tend to be unpredictable which is good for us in battle but not good for our friends when we get a little bored or angry.
"In five minutes. I'll be there when you arrive on Olympus to tell them. the immortal camp counselor swill be there as well. like always to inform the Olympians about the happenings of camp."
I stood my chair actually making a screeching noise with the force i shoved it back with before turning to the door, "then I'll get ready I suggest you do the same omega team."
"Do not forget your cloak and mask, only if you want to reveal yourself you can." chaos told us adding as an afterthought, "always did love that dramatic affect it has."
I shook my head in exasperation, sometimes my adopted father is too much like I was when I was sixteen.
Man, that thought made me feel old. now I'm actually thinking about it and my 7019 birthday is coming up its not s fun thought to think about.
Rambling again, but at least this time while I ramble about nonsensical things I'm also packing everything for our mission. my jewelry boxes...yep you read it write. each weapon I have or have mastered is a jewelry piece that I keep with me at all times. necklaces, chokers, anklets, bracelets. I even have a dagger pair of earrings but I don't use those often it takes to long to get them out of their earring enchanted shape but I still wear them sometimes.
My dresses went into my bag folded in half still with a hanger, my leg ribbons folded neatly in the side pocket of my black bag. I looked around my room to see if I messed anything then I went through a mental check list.
Weapons:
-check
Clothes:
-check
Ribbons:
-check
Cloak:
One blue-black cloak with silver trim around the hem at the bottom, around the cuffs of the sleeves, and the hood of my cloak was on so..
-check
And finally my mask:
A blood red half lunar shaped mask was hugging my cheekbones and forehead leaving my small nose and full red lips to be seen.
-check for that as well.
I nodded my head to myself, like a crazy person but insanity is more fun.
With my bag over my shoulder, I walked back to the main entrance hall that everyone uses when they came to report or to see chaos. everyone else was there as well except charmer who was not far behind me.
"Well here goes nothing," I muttered to myself as we all prepared to go through the portal. looking through I saw the throne room the Chase had designed back after the Titan war II. and everyone of the gods were arguing,
Something's never change. well this time their were several teenage looking people around the base of the stairs descending to the hearth in the middle of the throne room.
As we all passed through, I held my breath until I was the last to go through. and I went back to the place that had transformed from my home to my very own
Personal hell.