Planet: Earth

Sector: 1

Date: March 6th, 2515

-Annabeth POV-

Now that the leadership of the army was closer, I could see distinctions in their armor from the rest of the army. Each leader wore the same armor as the army but each one had a symbol on their chest piece and on the front of their helmet which they had yet to remove. The one who had given the order before the Commander arrived had crossing swords, kind of like the old pirate ship flags. The huge leader had a flaming hammer. One had a double bladed axe. Another had a bow with two arrows crossing through it. Another a spear atop a shield. The last had two short knives parallel to each other. Other than that their armor was the same.

Now the Commander was a different story. Now that he was close, I could see that his armor was sparkling, almost as if there were diamonds embedded into the armor. But this was not a cold light such as was the armor of Hyperion, but a shining, pure white light. However in the middle of his chest piece and on the front of his helmet, there was a black circle. Now when I say black I don't mean night time sky black, I mean like completely void of any light black. It was as if the circle absorbed literally all light it came into contact with.

Once again my thoughts were interrupted by the Commander.

"Good morning," he said in a metallic tone clearly the product of some kind of voice-altering technology in his helmet.

Well, that was not what I expected. I regret to admit the fact that I was intimidated by this man. His calm collected demeanor, his casual conversation making after completely destroying an enormous army of monsters. The deadly looking army of wraiths that now looked like they could have just been at a sports event and not a battle with monsters trying to kill them in various painful ways.

"You seem nervous, the army is destroyed and the threat is gone for now."

Speaking for the first time, I managed to say,

"Yes I can see that and we are grateful for you saving us."

"Saving people is the reason I exist," the Commander said.

Wow, there is the pain again. That line reminded me so much of Percy my façade broke and I looked down for a moment in pain. This did not escape the Commander's attention and he asked,

"Did I say something that offended you?"

"No, I was merely reminded of something from my past. You did not do it on purpose."

"Oh, I apologize," he replied.

The Commander stepped back and surveyed our forces. I felt self-conscious, everybody in this field knew we didn't stand a chance before the wraiths showed up. We had managed to gather around five hundred demi-gods including both greek and roman heroes, ten minor gods including myself, about one hundred nature spirits, and of course Chiron. Our modest size would have made nothing more than a scouting party for the enormous enemy army. The Commander addressed us all as he said,

"My name is Allistar. The men and woman at my back comprise the greatest army the universe has ever seen: The Angels of Chaos, I am their Commander. We are an assembly of demi-gods, demi-titans, nature spirits, aliens, and other races hand-picked by the creator to fight for those who cannot fight for themselves. We protect the innocent, punish the guilty, and destroy all forms of evil in the pursuit of a universe free of war, slavery, and fear."

"The six soldiers standing behind me are the leaders of each section of the Angels. They are code-named Slade, leader of Alpha squad. Violet, leader of Beta squad. Inferno, leader of Gamma squad. Atlan, leader of Epsilon squad. Thror, leader of Eta squad. And Arwin, leader of Zeta squad."

Once Allistar had finished, Chiron walked forward, stopped before Allistar and bowed deeply. He said,

"Allistar, I can never thank you enough for saving this camp. We had abandoned hope for survival. Please tell me, why are you here. Please don't mid-understand, we only wish to know why the creator would see fit to send you to save us."

Allistar looked at Chiron and replied,

"You must be Chiron, the trainer of heroes. I have heard much about you from various members of my army."

Hope exploded inside of me. It was an irrational hope, a foolish hope, but it was hope none-the-less. I couldn't help myself as I practically begged Allistar,

"Allistar, do you have soldiers in your army who went to this camp?"

He looked back at me and said,

"Indeed, if I remember correctly almost five hundred Angels once called this camp home. Including the majority of my leadership."

As if they had practiced, the leaders suddenly took their helmets off, revealing six humans, several of which were old friends.

At first I couldn't believe my eyes, it was if Hecate was back and had placed a spell on me to see what I wanted. Before my eyes now stood Luke, Leo, Silena, and Charlie Beckendorf. The other two I did not recognize. One was tall, blonde, and elegant looking, while the other had light brown hair and seemed to look timeless.

The camp erupted in shouts, screams, and people yelling the hero's names. Each of them looked at Allistar as if asking permission to respond. Apparently they actually were because he nodded his head and having permission, they relaxed their stance but for some reason not their expression.

I was confused so I decided to speak,

"Luke, Silena, Leo, Charlie, gods I have missed you."

I tried to walk forward to hug Luke but was gently pushed back. Confused, I saw Allistar waving his hand back and my body responded by sliding back to where I was.

I looked up in confusion at Luke who was suddenly glowering at me. Allistar regarded me,

"We have heard of many of you. Stories of your betrayal spread through the army when we learned we would be coming here. My solders know of you especially. We mean you no harm, but you will find no love from the members of this army. You know of what I speak."

There was only one way these people could have known about our betrayal, and that was if he was in the army. I was absolutely terrified of the answer, but I needed to know.

"I understand. Is... Is… P-Percy in your army?" I asked trembling.

It was the first time I had spoken his name in over five hundred years. Allister's answer however destroyed any hope that I had built up for being reunited with Percy. It opened up the gaping hole in my heart and brought down all the walls I had built to mask my crushing pain,

"He was," Allistar simply said.

My knees gave out the moment he said those two words. I couldn't handle it, I needed to be by myself. I know mother would be angry with me for showing weakness, but I immediately flashed away from camp half blood.

Not knowing where exactly I was headed, I was not surprised to look up and see waves crashing against a sandy beach, and to smell him in the air. I made it to where the tide was now receding and fell to my knees, unable to handle the pain that I knew in my soul would never leave me…