Growling angrily, Omega slashed at straw training dummies. He hacked wildly, with none of the deadly skill and precision that he was known for. Each chaotic swing sent piles of straw streaking through the air before swooping down to the ground.

It had been centuries since Omega had lost control, and never so badly. A fire had been lit inside of him, a burning desire to destroy. To annihilate everything in his path. It terrified him. Centuries ago, when he was Percy, he had treasured control. As a young child, he learnt quite early on that if he restrained himself and lipped off less around Smelly Gabe, it decreased the chances of him getting hurt. After he found out about his powers, they scared him. Blowing up Mt. Helens hurt thousands of people. Accidentally causing an earthquake could destroy an entire city. After Tartarus, his powers had become much more unstable. What he had done down there, the monster that he had become, still haunted him. Annabeth's expression was still firmly imprinted in his mind. It didn't matter that they were best friends, that they were dating. She was horrified at what he had done.

It was then that he understood power was a double edged blade. Power had kept Percy alive, but what was to say that he would still be the same person?

Omega growled, his mood even fouler than before. He hated to think about the life he had before all of this. When he had fought to survive, and to live a life. The Olympians are too old, relics of a bygone age. They are incapable of changing, of adapting to their new situation. They aren't worshipped by reverent mortals anymore. Instead, they are stuck hiding behind the mist, concealing their existence from the masses. When they became upset from the lack of adoration they were used to, they would have relationships with mortals. Who cares if they would leave children to a life doomed from the start? The Romans were lucky, they could live entire lives out in New Rome. But the Greeks? They were lucky to make it to highschool, and the Olympians never cared. They hid behind their Ancient Laws. When Kronos rose, promising to make the world better for many demigods, the Olympians sent an army of children to defend them. Young kids, some who hadn't even reached puberty yet, picked up their weapons to defend Olympus. To defend the only friends and family that they could ever have.

The result was horrifying. He could still see the bodies on the ground. Weapons left over from the battle. He remembered gathering the bodies, so that they could be given proper funerals. He remembered the colorful shrouds that they made, for those who they couldn't find. Kids. All of them so young, so small. When he thought it was over, that he could finally start living, he was kidnapped, and thrust into a second war. When the bodies had been taken care of, and the repairs made, he thought for sure that he was safe this time. After all, how much more suffering could the Fates have in store for him? Percy was too optimistic. Instead of the heaven that he yearned for and thought that he had earned, he found himself in hell.

What the others had did to him was something Omega never wanted to think about again. The pain it had left him in. It felt like he was being repeatedly stabbed, over and over again. He could feel their betrayal poisoning him from the inside. He felt it spread, and grew progressively weaker as he was backstabbed by those he'd valued most. With his cousins gone, there was no one for him to turn to, and he left.

Chaos had found him, and saved him. That was when Omega did what Percy never could. Percy was too weak, too soft and caring. Omega would care for no one but Chaos. Chaos had helped him when he was at his lowest, and Omega repaid him with a single minded and wholehearted devotion. He believed in what Chaos' vision of balance, and he dedicated his life to furthering the cause. He completed each assignment carefully, quickly, and efficiently. He never slacked off, always training and improving. And now, after all he had done, this is the end result.

Looking around at the carnage, Omega sighed, anger and energy spent. He retreated to his current lodgings, a small utilitarian room with nothing but a bed. Sitting on it, he took a deep breath, and began to meditate. Soon enough, he could feel the presence of Chaos. It was dark and foreboding, but warm in a way that Nyx would never have been able to give off. In a way, Omega loved the feeling. The dangerous darkness juxtapositioned with the warmth and comfort that he associated it with. It was just like Chaos himself. Yin and Yang. An even set of scales. Perfect balance.

"Have you calmed down yet?" A voice resonated in his head.

"Not much." Omega replied. "But I have come to a decision. Nico and Thalia deserve to know."

"Yes, they do. But what about the others?"

"I will not be telling them anything."

"Will you at least tell the elite squad?"

"Why should I?"

"It is only fair, as you know who they are, but none of them know who you are."

"They don't need to know, they're all happy."

"I know that they are curious. They will start asking the campers soon. Would you rather they hear it from the campers, or from you?"

"THEY DON'T NEED TO KNOW! Why do you keep asking me to reveal my secrets? Why not your squad? They are all former campers, why shouldn't they reveal themselves to their parents and their friends?"

"It's for your own good. They all have close relationships with each other. They hang out together in their down time. They have hobbies. They even go out on dates, like normal people. Your hobby is training. Your life revolves around your missions. You told me that you needed some time to heal, and I gave you time. Centuries of time. I believe that you are ready to move on now."

"I have moved on! Besides, I train to improve my skills so that I can carry out your missions more efficiently. I don't need anything else!"

"I'm sorry Omega, but you haven't moved on. You've only just been blocking it out. I already called Nico and Thalia for you, they are waiting in the woods. Please understand, Omega. I only want the best for you, and there are things that you need that I can't provide." With that, Chaos cut the connection between him and Omega, and disappeared, leaving an anxious Omega behind.

Omega sighed tiredly, releasing his breath slowly and closing his eyes before standing up. He walked to the door slowly, pale, slender fingers wrapping around the cold doorknob before pushing it forward. Hesitantly, he began the long trek to the woods.