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Prophecy of Chaos

The son of Poseidon shall weep in pain

While the earth mother stirs in her domain

Demigods shall stand but fall

And help the ones that seldom call

The son of Chaos is the key

He is the one you all need.

Percy

I opened my eyes and found myself, not in Hades, but in a bed fit for a king. I was highly confused- wasn't I supposed to be dead? And where am I, anyways? Then it hit me. Annabeth, Max, cheating, pain, Athena, the gods… my promise.

Gods, what have I done?

Suddenly the door opened and two figures entered the room. I slid out of bed and uncapped Riptide. The figures continued to advance.

"Stay back!" I warned as they drew closer. Their faces were masked, and they seemed male, what with the size of their biceps and all.

"Don't come any closer!" I screamed as they continued to advance. They were about five feet away from me now. I felt the familiar feeling in my gut and let it fly to my brain. I flicked my hand, thinking water would come to my aid, but instead, a ray of ice hit the man with so much force that he flew back against the wall and slumped over, seemingly unconscious. I looked down at my hands in disbelief and horror. The other person took one look at his companion, then he and his friend disappeared.

A swirling vortex the color of the night sky appeared a man stepped out. His skin was pure black and dotted with stars. His hair was long and flowed in a nonexistent breeze that looked similar to the Milky Way. The color of his eyes looked like every color at once. He looked at me and gave me a kind smile, like the one Chiron gives the new campers.

"Hello Perseus Jackson," He greeted. "I am He called Chaos."

Mentally screwing myself I hastily knelt before the creator of the universe. "Lord Chaos," I asked uncertainly. "Where am I?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "Oh Percy… please don't call me lord and bend your knees to me. Your power and mine are almost equal- I cannot have you on the floor while I stand above you."

I hastily rose to my feet as he said this, and I listened as he continued. "...you are in my castle. I am sorry for it is always dark here. Since you are well enough to stand, please follow me."

I stared at him. "Lo- Chaos, why am I here? I should be dead!" I exclaimed and followed him out of the room.

Chaos chuckled. "You should be dead, yes, but I claimed you because of your loyalty. You will be a great asset to my army. Of course, you will be in second command. You shall be my assassin."

I cringed when he mentioned loyalty. What I had said and done on the beach… that wasn't loyalty. Remembering what had happened to the water that surrounded me then, and what I had just did to the man in the room, I asked "Did you change my powers?"

Chaos sighed like this was a question he didn't really want to answer, yet he had to anyways. "No, my boy. That was all you. It seems that your heart has been turned cold, as have your powers. I've never seen it happen before… but considering what you went through, I can see that your soul needed to adapt."

We reached a large door, and as I moved to go inside, Chaos put a hand on my shoulder, stopping me. "To protect your identity, you must choose a new name and hood that will conceal your face."

I blinked at him, then sighed as I thought of names for myself. "What about… Frost?" I half said, half asked.

Chaos smiled at the irony of my new name. "Yes, that will do. Here-" He handed me a long, dark blue piece of fabric. I pulled it on and it fit like a glove, that is to say, perfectly. "Your cloak will conceal your face. You may tell anyone your true identity, but only you can pull down the hood." With this, he beckoned me to enter the room.

It was an average sized room with a large, rectangular table and twelve seats placed around it. They were all preoccupied except two. Sitting around the table were nine boys and one girl. Two of the boys I recognized- Beckendorf and Luke. They looked the same as they always did when they were alive. The other boys I didn't recognize. The girl I definitely didn't recognize.

She had long auburn hair and piercing dark purple eyes. She was slender and around five seven in height. The only makeup she had on was mascara that was done in the ancient egyptian style. Everyone seemed to be seated according to rank, and I remembered what Chaos had said about me being almost in the same league as him. Chaos sat at the end of the table and motioned for me to sit on the other side, facing him. I walked over to the chair and sat down. They gasped a few seconds after I sat down, and the first thing I thought was that I did something wrong.

The girl, catching on to my confusion, said "The chair… you are the first one that has made it change form. It is said that whoever is accepted by it will lead us in the Great War and succeed Lord Chaos."

Startled by her words, I looked at the chair and let out a small squeak of surprise. It had changed! It was originally a dark oak color, but now it was a crisp white with silver snowflakes decorating it with dark blue trimming.

Chaos seemed unmoved by the turn of events. "Everyone, please introduce yourself to our newest and last recruit."

The girl stood up and said her name was Astrid. A boy sitting next to her with pitch black skin and dark blue eyes said his name was Nybass. Everyone else introduced themselves.

Finally it was my turn.

"My name is Frost." An idea formed, and I went with it. "Frost the Heartless."

Five years later…

I had been called into Chaos's office. I took a deep, reassuring breath and walked inside. He was sitting at his desk and filing some paperwork. I know, Lord Chaos filing paperwork? The creator of the universe, filing PAPERWORK?! It shocked me too. Anyways, I had resigned his castle so that it would be more earthly and up to date. I sat down at the chair in front of his desk.

Today I was wearing my favorite outfit- pure white, badass looking armour and longer than average dark blue cloak. My hood came down just above my eyes. I rolled my eyes at Chaos, who didn't even realize I was there. I unsheathed my sword and played with it, waiting for him to notice me. All I had to do was flick my wrist and my sword that seemed made out of ice but was stronger than steel would appear. I had named it Furosuto.

After a few minutes I got bored. "Ahem," I said, clearing my throat and startling him.

"Oh, pardon me Frost. I got a bit busy-"

"Searching for new recruits?" I finished for him. He had started looking again a year after I joined. Getting bored with him again I asked "What have you summoned me for?"

He sighed. "You're not going to like it, but I have a mission for you and a few select soldiers." He started. "They have already agreed to go, and they are waiting for you."

I raised an eyebrow at him. He hastily went on. "Your mission will be to help the demigods on earth defeat Gaea."

I stared at him. He wanted me to go back to Earth?! I was silent for a while, and decided that I should help because it was my sworn duty to serve Chaos.

But that didn't mean I'd like it.

I sighed. "Alright, I'll go."

He looked relieved I agreed. "One more thing, Frost. You will see her again."

An image of Annabeth popped into my head, and I pushed it away. "I can handle it." I answered. "Time has healed me."

Chaos nodded to me, and gave me a small look of pity before returning to his original task. I mentally called all of the soldiers that would accompany me to earth to get their things ready. We were going to earth by vortex, courtesy of Chaos. I had a bad feeling that we would be staying there until we won the war.

Before we left I pulled Nybass and Astrid, who were coming to earth with me, aside.

"Guys…" I started. "I have something to tell you." They nodded, and as I pulled down my hood their eyes lit up in surprise. I told them everything- my identity as a demigod, what happened at camp, and why I joined Chaos. Neither of them interrupted.

When I was done, their eyes shone with understanding.

"So you really are Percy Jackson? The one they've been looking for for five years? The one who helped win EVERY war?" Astrid asked in disbelief.

"Yes."

Nybass grinned. "Cool." He was pretty laid back about everything, even in battle which caused me to question his sanity a multitude of times. "Do you think they'll recognize you with your hood off?" He asked breezily.

I rolled my eyes playfully at him and said "Alright, let's go!" A vortex appeared in front of us, containing Night, Scar, Curse and Poison. The three of us stepped inside and greeted our comrades as we traveled to Earth.

Destination? Camp Half-Blood.

Annabeth

"Any sign of them?" I asked. I was in a meeting in the big house. It was our annual meeting with the gods if anyone found Percy, who had been missing for almost five years. I was getting bored with the meetings since it seemed like we would never find him. I would give up everything just to see him again. I felt so awful for what I had caused him to feel, and I've been paying for it ever since.

"No," Zeus answered.

Everyone remained silent. Then, to my surprise, the conch shell sounded- the signal if we were ever attacked. The gods disappeared- probably teleporting to their destination, which left me, the Hunters and Chiron to sprint/gallop towards Half-Blood Hill. Most of the campers were already there- everyone except Max, of course. He would always sit on his lazy a$s and do nothing.

After a few minutes of sprinting, I arrived at the hill to find a small group of seven people marching up it. Max appeared at my side and scowled. I fought the urge to stab him with my knife. I hate him. It was his fault Percy went missing. He stood there sneering and went to approach the group.

"Hey losers!" He called. "Who do you think you are?" The person who looked like their leader let out a laugh. He was wearing white armour that glistened and a dark blue cape that hid his face and trailed on the ground. Surprisingly, it didn't look dirty at all.

"You're really talking to me like that?" He said to Max. The other people around him looked nervous, and one of them whispered "I'd be careful If I were you…"

Max heard this and turned towards the leader, sizing him up. "Really? You don't look like much."

I mentally facepalmed. That guy looks like he could beat the shit out of Max no problem. Nah, not beat him- more like full on kill him.

The man seemed amused by this, but it was the kind of amusement you get when a toddler shows you a drawing made of scribbles and expects you to put it on the fridge for all eternity.

"Are you sure?" The man- wait, I think he's more seventeen- chuckled and added "Well, I hope you're prepared to go up against Chaos's second in command AND his personal assassin."

Max paled at this until he looked as white as a sheet, but still found the courage to say "Yes."

The dude- I'm going to call him Blue- sized Max up and tsked. "I don't think that's fair… why don't you choose a partner?"

Max seemed to gain some confidence at this and said "I choose my father, Ares, God of War!"

The man smiled like this was a game to him. "Too much of a coward to admit defeat before I pulverize you in front of your fellow humans?" He said and gestured to the campers.

Max sneered at Blue. "I want to know the name of the man I'm going to beat into the ground." He said, trying to intimidate him.

Blue seemed to roll his eyes at this and pulled off his cape, but his hood stayed on. "I am known as Frost the Heartless." He answered with no fear in his voice. He seemed more entertained by this than anything.

Max took his sword out of it's sheathe and Ares summoned his spear. For once, Ares didn't look too eager to fight. I was a bit concerned that Frost- waaay better name than Blue- hadn't taken out a weapon. Max charged and swung his sword at Frost. Frost just sighed and waved his hand, causing ice to appear on the ground. Max slipped and landed on his a$s. Most of the camp laughed, including Chiron. I didn't, because I wasn't too sure Frost and his buddies were friend or foe.

Ares rejoined the other gods to watch them fight. He seemed entertained by this as well. Max slowly got up. Frost stood there, watching, and then with a flick of his hand, a sword appeared. It looked to be made out of ice. Max swung and Frost parried easily, and just for show he yawned, giving off the impression that he was bored, meaning Max wasn't a challenge at all. Frost grew tired of his game and disarmed Max and held his sword at his throat.

"Are we done here?" Frost asked, clearly bored with the whole charade, but it didn't hide the venom in his voice.

"Yes." Max answered through gritted teeth, clearly embarrassed.

He tossed Max his sword back and turned towards the campers. "We are the aid that Chaos has promised. You already know who I am."

He stepped back and looked at his buddies. "My troops- Night, Poison, Curse, Astrid, Nybass and Scar shall make a cabin inside your camp."

As he said their names, each of his soldiers stepped forward. When he finished his small speech, Frost turned and walked towards the camp with his companions in tow. Max glared daggers at Frost and stood shakily to his feet. He picked up his sword and ran past the soldiers towards Frost.

I dashed after him, praying I wouldn't be too late. Max took hold of his sword and let it fly. Frost didn't see this coming, and without thinking, I shoved him out of the way and took the sword directly to my heart.