Chapter 12- The Prisoners of War

A/N: And… I'm back, people! How y'all doin'? It's certainly been awhile. Anyway, I'm thinking of have a poll for the next story (/s). The amount of votes each story gets will decide its chronological order of publishing. So, please vote. Options, obviously, will be given in the poll. Anyway, on with the story!

3rd Person POV

As the few remaining monsters from the armada that had gone out to attack the demigods' base returned to their own, they reported to Kampê, who had unfortunately been resurrected before her time by the late Tartarus. Upon receiving the news, and slashing the poor monsters to dust in a fit of rage, Kampê headed towards the Primordials' throne room. At the doors, she hesitated for a moment before entering.

She bowed before the Primordials seated on their respective thrones, and the many who stood in various places, or sat on simple wooden chairs. Kampê went to centre of the room, before bowing at the foot of the King of the Primordials – Uranus himself, who was no longer castrated (don't even get me started on how). Getting straight to the point, Kampê said in the language of Magic, The attack failed, milord. Most of the monsters were killed, and Lord Tartarus 'disappeared in a flash of black light', as the surviving ones put it.

Uranus's grip on his throne's armrest tightened, which was the only indication that he was beyond furious, as his face always remained stoic, even in the worst of situations. The other Primordials eyed him warily, and Gaea gripped his arm in an attempt to calm him down. Kampê nervously took a step back. Although she was incredibly powerful, feared by the Elder Cyclopes and Hecatoncheires themselves, she was nothing more than an ant before the Sky, and the other Elements. "Peace, brother," spoke a deep voice from the right of Uranus, "Although Tartarus's death pains me, it cannot come in between our other plans. The wars must go forth as planned."

The wielder of the voice was completely wrapped in shadows, making him nearly impossible to see in the dimness of the Throne Room. He could only be Erebus. Uranus, who had never had any problems with him counterpart, but was rather fond of him, glared at his brother, but dropped his gaze under Erebus's. Uranus may be the king, but Erebus was the strongest of Chaos's children, even stronger than Helix, Chaos's first child and their late older brother. "Very well," spoke Uranus in a smooth and melodious voice, but one which held authority and seemed to imply the immense power of its wielder," get the armies ready for another day of training, Kampê. Oh, and make sure our little pets are brought out as a last resort in the next attack."

Kampê bowed again, which was starting to prove a bit annoying, considering she was a dragon from the waist down. Certainly, my lord, She said, before exiting the room.

Once Kampê had gone, Uranus looked at Eros, "Are you sure the trance will stay? It would be a pity for it to end before its time."

Eros gulped at the hidden threat, before answering, "My charmspeak is much stronger than that foolish love goddess's, uncle. The demigods will not waver." He spoke with confidence, but had a hint of worry in his eyes, as if he wasn't sure he could follow through on his promise.

Uranus leaned back in his throne, still a bit angry over his brother and counterpart's death. "Very well, then." He raised his voice so that all those present could hear, "Primordials! We shall launch our next attack on the morrow. All minor deities, led by Erebus and Eros, will constitute a major section of the army. The rest shall be occupied by monsters and such. As of now, you are all dismissed. Tomorrow, we shall give those puny Olympians a battle they'll remember even after they fade!" The rest of the Primordials pounded their weapons in approval, and then slowly started disappearing in bright flashes of light, till only Uranus and the rest of the council were left.

"Is sending our best fighter so soon really necessary, my dear?" asked Gaea, who always thought long and hard before taking any sort of action. Uranus gritted his teeth. He didn't like to be reminded that he wasn't the strongest one there, despite being the king. "I wish to end this quickly, Gaea. And stop calling me 'dear', I have still not forgiven you for your crimes." Gaea flinched, remembering how she had orchestrated her own husband's temporary death. Without another word, the personification of Earth flashed out as well.

With Kampê, after she checks on the armies

The half-dragon jailer went down to the dungeons, finally reaching the very back of the long hall, which held cells on either side of it. At the very back, huddled up in a vain attempt to contain body warmth, was a small group of 5 children. The oldest child was a son of Thanatos and a legacy of Hecate, who went by the name of Benjamin Grady, was around 16, whereas the youngest was a daughter of Apollo, called Nicole Fine (didn't really have a surname, so I got 'inspired' by Spy :P). They had been captured when the monsters and Elementals had been travelling to their current base, which was where Medusa's lair once prospered. Of course, it had long since changed, and was now a massive palace, made out of black obsidian, which gave out an aura of fear and power.

As she opened the cell door, Benjamin Grady stood up, snarling, a piece of broken timber in hand. Being the oldest one there, Grady always looked out for his fellow half-bloods, who were nothing less than a family to him. They had been chased by monsters across the country, from freakin' Washington to San Fran, where they had found a safe haven with Camp Jupiter, which had then been raided by monsters within the week. There had been many casualties, and many had been captured, the 5 of them included.

Kampê simply swatted the boy aside, who slammed into the wall of the cell with a considerable amount of force. The other four seemed to huddle up tighter, obviously terrified of the monster before them. Not even feeling a dash of sympathy, Kampê hauled them up as if they were naught but dolls, and picked up a half-conscious, groaning son of Death, and set off towards another section of the palace, where they would be 'properly trained', which meant getting hypnotized by Eros and being forced into submission by both physical and mental torture.

Somewhere outside the Universe

Chronos and Chaos looked down on their creation, the Primordials' base, in particular. Chaos shook his head, disapproval of his children's actions clearly displayed on his solemn face. Chronos looked at his son and nodded. "Send them in," he said.

After a moment's hesitation, Chaos decided that it was best not to argue. His father's ways were mysterious, and quite often even Chaos didn't appreciate his wisdom until quite later. Flashing out, he arrived at Olympus, where the armies were resting and tending to the wounded.

Upon seeing his forefather, Zeus bowed, along with the other gods. "What brings you here, my lord?" he asked.

"I need to speak with Devon and Percy, if they're here right now," said Chaos.

"I believe they are in the command tent on the streets below, Lord Chaos," replied Athena.

With a nod of appreciation towards Athena, Chaos flashed out yet again, but this time to the streets below.

As he walked around, disguised as a demigod, for he was kinda tired of people bowing down to him all the time, he came across what he figured was the command tent. It was bigger than any other tent he had seen so far, and he sensed two considerably powerful presences there, which he presumed were Percy and Devon.

As he approached the tent, he heard voices inside. It seemed as if Percy, Annabeth and Thalia were bombarding Devon with questions, which he was evidently trying to answer to the best of his abilities. He caught a few words, such as 'father', 'Chronos', 'doughnuts' (the only possibility was Percy), and even his own name, 'Chaos'. Listening for a few more moments, he quickly deduced the situation (you don't expect the creator of the Universe to be that dumb, do you?). Father finally told him, he thought, glad to finally have the burden off of his chest. He and his father were very close with their assassins, and keeping such a huge secret had been quite difficult for them.

Remembering his reasons for being here in the first place, he put his thoughts aside for a bit and entered the tent.

Upon entering, the four immediately quieted down, not wanting the newcomer to overhear any part of their conversation. It was a very private and delicate matter after all. It wasn't everyday you get to know that you're the son of Time himself, and the half-brother of the Void.

A moment or two after Chaos entered, he switched back to his usual self. Percy and Devon bowed slightly, and Annabeth and Thalia proceeded to kneel, before being stopped by Chaos with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Annabeth, Thalia, could I please talk to Percy and Devon in private? It's quite urgent," Chaos asked them politely.

Nodding, they stepped out of the tent, heading over to Olympus whilst discussing the war. As soon as they left, Chaos motioned for them to sit. Upon doing so, Percy asked," What is it, my lord? You seem stressed."

"Father asked me to pass on a message, Percy." The mention of Chronos made Devon lean forward in his chair in anticipation. Chaos continued," My father and I have witnessed a disturbing event take place. Not very far from here, my children have set up their base. In fact, it is right where Medusa's lair used to be."

Percy raised an eyebrow, finding the information intriguing. "The Primordials have captured a few demigods from Camp Jupiter in a raid they carried out there a few months ago." Percy and Devon's eyes widened at the news. They thought that Camp Jupiter had been holding fairly well on its own. They weren't even informed of any such attack on the place they considered a second home.

"What happened, Chaos?" Devon asked.

"My blasted offspring were on their way here, when they happened to come by their successors' old home. At the time, Camp Jupiter was completely unaware of this war. So, an attack was the last thing they expected. Many were killed, and several others captured. Many of the prisoners were killed at later stages as well, but a group of five valiant young warriors was spared. Camp Jupiter was able to fend off the attack, but not before suffering many losses," Chaos said with barely controlled anger, his children's actions clearly repulsing him. "Your mission, however, is to gather a team of not more than five to go and rescue these half-bloods from the Primordials' base. Both I and my father sense that they will be more than useful in the upcoming war. Especially during the final battle."

Devon and Percy nodded. "One of us must stay here, my lord, if any other attacks should occur. Although the campers have been trained considerably well, they will still need help fighting the massive army of monsters," Devon said. Chaos nodded thoughtfully. "Very well, Devon. I want you to choose five warriors of your choice, but be sure to take along seasoned fighters. The mission will be tough. There will be many ancient monsters at their base, including the Primordials themselves. Keep safe, Devon." At this, Chaos got up and turned to leave. "Oh, and one more thing, brother," Chaos said smiling," our father believes this will be a fine opportunity to utilize your newfound powers." With that, Chaos disappeared in a swirl of black and white.

Devon and Percy looked at each other and nodded, each of them leaving to carry out their respective duties.

A/N: Thanks for reading, and, as always, review! Constructive criticism is always appreciated, and OCs are more than welcome.

Peace Out,

—TheChosenOne-02