Thanks for waiting so long for another chapter guys, I was caught up with some things IRL, but I'm back and maybe I will start writing regularly. The story just hit 2000 views, which I think is a lot. Thanks so much for the support, and without further ado, here's chapter four.

RECAP:

"Why is he on Earth?" Aphrodite asked.

"Well," Erebus said. "It all started when Order faded. He was always that brother who was kind, who laughed the hardest, and who loved the most. But after Order faded, his darker side came out. He is the god of love, but he is also the god of Tartarus, which technically makes him the devil. He took ten thousand years to get over Orders' death. He caused death and destruction everywhere he went. When he snapped out of it, he realized what he had done, and he had killed so many mortals that Order had created. He loved those mortals, but they hated him for what he had done. So, his mind broke, and he disappeared. Shortly after, the titans were born, and he has been missing ever since."

NOW:

James woke up confused, with a ringing in his ears. The explosion had rattled his brain and there was a cut on his knee and a hole in the roof. His mother was lying on the floor, unconscious, and his brother was the same with a cut on his forehead. He ran over to Jared, and tried to wake him.

"Jared! Jared! Wake up!" he yelled. But Jared was unresponsive. James felt tears in his eyes.

"Please," he sobbed. "Jared please wake up!"

Still nothing. Then James heard footsteps coming towards him. It was a tall man in a red velvet vest and a blazer.

"Well I'll be damned." He said. "If it isn't the son of Order himself. My mistress will be pleased to find that you were so easy to handle. I thought you would put up more of a fight."

He walked towards James, and kicked him in the ribs. James fell to the floor, clutching his chest. He then grabbed James by his hair and looked straight into his face.

"I see. Your mind finally broke." He said. "This will things much easier."

Suddenly, the man picked James up and put him on his shoulder.

James ribs still hurt. He couldn't even defend against the man.

"My mistress will be very pleased that I have caught you at last." The man smiled. "however, I'm sure you won't need your memories for what is in store for you."

The man closed his eyes, still holding James, and his face split into half revealing a grotesque mouth that covered his face.

"So many juicy memories, so little time." The creature growled.

James was so paralyzed with fear that he couldn't even scream. However, the monster did it for him.

As a speck of gold moved through the air, it embedded itself into the monster's chest before he could even blink. The creature screeched and dropped James before another arrow would pierce the creatures chest. With a dying breath, the creature disintegrated into a glowing pile of dust. James turned to see who had saved him, before he was promptly punched into the face and knocked out cold.

James woke up several hours later, without a sense of the time. When he opened his eyes, he saw the blonde hair of a seventeen year old girl. She had grey eyes and a orange tee shirt on which had words on it that James couldn't read in his daze. When she saw that he was awake, she pinned his arms to the ground.

"Who are you? And why does your signature match up with when the gods went dark?" The girls said.

"Gods? What are you talking about?" James replied.

"You know what I'm talking about. Now answer me!" the girl yelled as she pulled out a glowing bronze knife.

James was scared but kept a calm face.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. My name is James Jackson, I am fourteen years old and my house just blew up! Then that thing attacked me and then it disappeared!" James replied.

The girl let go of his arms, apparently satisfied with his answer. She stood, extending her hand to help him off the ground.

"You're lucky to be alive." The girl said. "a dream weaver is extremely dangerous."

James was mystified.

"What's a dream weaver?" he asked.

"A dream weaver is a demon from the abyss of chaos that devours memories," she said. "Most of them were hunted to extinction by the gods but I guess a couple managed to stick around."

"Gods? As in plural?" James asked incredulously.

"Oh boy, I have a lot to teach you." The girl said as she started to walking towards the door. "Coming?" she asked.

James jogged over to her.

"Who are you? And where are we going?" James asked.

The girl sighed.

"My name is Annabeth Chase and we are going to Camp Half-Blood." She said.