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The Army's Arrival

(Osiris POV)

We'd been marching for two days. We were nearly at the Greek's camp. Our army consistied of undead soldiers. It was about a thousand strong which should be more than enough in order to take out the camp. Our scouts reported that the Greek's numbers were barely in the 400's. The camp would fall and I would make sure of it.

(Void POV)

I was cutting at a trining dummy with Zangetsu. I was getting better and better at wielding his unrealesed form. While I was training, my thoughts began to shift to my dream two days ago. I knew something big was happening and it would shake this camp to its core.

(Flashback)

I was standing in a pure black room. Not in the literal sense though. The room was lit by torches that burned with a purple flame. The room itself was black and I could tell that it was made from stone. I continued to look around until I heard a sound. I turned and found a figure walking towards the door behind me. The person wasn't exactly human.

The most notable feature about him was the fact that he had a falcon's head where his head should've been. He wore nothing over his torso and what appeared to be a towel over his waist. On the top of the falcon head he had a red and white crown. I vaguely remember something about a crown like that from one of my teacher's classes. All I could remember was that it had to do with Egypt. The man stopped for a second and looked at my direction. He stared intently at the spot until he turned and continued walking towards the door. I decided to follow him.

When we entered the door we were in a large throne room. It was made of the same material as the last room however this one was decorated with golden carvings. The carvings were clearly Heiroglyphics because the Egyptians were the only ones to use symbols like that. The person from before continued walking towards a large deep purple throne*. On the throne sat another strange man.

This man was much more humanlike in terms of appearence. He had green skin which in itself is strange. He wore nothing but white except for the red sash around his waist. I couldn't see his hair because it was covered by a tall white hat. I could see a long thin beard starting just below his mouth. He too looked at my spot for a few seconds before turning to the bird headed man.

"Father, The army is ready to march."

"Good Horus, I'll be out in a few minutes." He made a few hand motions to Horus and he left after that.

"Son of Posedion, Apprentice to Chaos, I know you are there. The only reason I leave you there is so you can warn your pathetic litte camp. I like a challenge. Good luck Perseus Jackson." My dream shifted after he finished his little speech. I found myself in a barracks. I turned around and found the army they spoke of.

The army mainly consisted of undead soldiers. I could see some other creatures but couldn't figure out how to describe them. The only one I recognized was a sphinx. There were about three of them in the army. I turned around and saw Horus who didn't look happy.

"You've seen enough Apprentice to Chaos." He waved his hand and I woke up on my bed in a cold sweat.

(End Flashback)

I'd told Chiron what'd happened in my dream. Sure I was angry but Chaos would be unhappy if I allowed this camp to be destroyed. Border Parol had been setup and small towers had been constructed with archers placed in them. I didn't know when they'd arrive. All I knew was that war was coming and we needed to be ready.

I was brought out of my stupor by shouting and sounds of metal on metal. I ran towards the hill to find a large army of undead standing at the top. The towers were on fire and BP was scattered and retreating. They were here. War has begun.

(A/N): This is getting harder. Writer's block is taking a big toll on my mind but I'm determined to finish this and update every saturday. Thanks for reading and please review.