Welcome! Ok so, this is the first chapter to my prequel story of my re-write of "The Knights". This is mostly going to be an OC story, featuring well any OC that's going to be in the story. So, please send them in based on the outline that was posted before this chapter! Just a warning this story is going to contain many other fandoms in it as well, they'll be listed in the chapter before you read so you'll know! And enjoy the story!

CHAPTER 1: ENTER CHAOS

~ Part 1: Hestia ~

It was sometimes in December, well past the beginning but not quite Christmas, and Olympus was bustling with activity. The Gods were all abuzz with the latest gossip. Aphrodite and Ares were caught together again, and you could watch the spectacle live on Hephaestus TV. Zeus and Hera were in another fight, it was anyone's guess as to what it was about this time (and there were many many guesses). And, most interestingly, the rumor about a child of Tartarus in the world.

A child of Tartarus was a rare occurrence. None had been born in the last three-thousand years, not since the Gods had them all rounded up and killed. Though only the twelve Olympians knew the reason to this. Of course, the Olympian rumor mill was always working, always talking, always coming up with new and interesting ideas as to why things happened. They say that the children of Tartarus were a danger to humanity as a whole. That if the children were left unattended and allowed to roam the Earth free they would one day bring about its end. So, the Gods decided to take matters into their own hands. And ever since that day whenever a child of Tartarus popped up in the world they were delt with as the Gods saw fit.

So, it's on that cold December day that we begin out story. With the Goddess of the Hearth Hestia running across the clouds that made up the landscape of Olympus. With the speed at which rumors traveled on Olympus she had already heard all about the child of Tartarus that was supposedly on Earth. Hestia knew differently though, she knew that there was a child of Tartarus, a daughter, and she knew this for a fact as she has been the one protecting her for the past ten years.

Hestia knew that if anyone were to find the girl her days were numbered. She also knew that with so many Gods and Goddesses on the hunt there was no way she could protect her on her own.

But she did know someone who could.

~ Part 2: Jacey Pride ~

If I was able to stand still long enough my breath would be appearing in puffs of smoke in front of my face, but instead it just flew by my face. My lungs were on fire, my legs burning, and my heart racing. But stopping wasn't an option. If I stopped the monsters would get me.

And no, I don't mean that figuratively, there was a hoard of monsters and they'd been chasing me for weeks now. I'd barley been able to sleep or eat or well anything that didn't involve running for my life. I was exhausted and hungry and everything hurt. I needed to find a safe place to rest before I collapsed, or better yet find a way to get rid of these monsters for good.

~ Part 4: Hestia ~

She'd only heard the legends, legends of a God, a primordial, who would grant a favor to those who's intentions were pure of heart. But no one had a clue as to which Primordial the legend spoke of, and because of this no one could even begin to guess how to contact them.

So, Hestia found herself in Italy, Rome to be exact. Standing in front of the Trevi Fountain, the most famous wishing well in the world. People from all across the globe flock to the fountain each year just to throw a coin into its waters, but what none of those people know is that the waters that flow through the fountain are in fact magic. Many centuries ago, they were blessed by the Goddess Hecate, but there was a catch the magic only worked if you threw in a Drachma.

And on that cold December day, well past the beginning but not quite having reached Christmas just yet, Hecate threw a golden drachma into the Trevi fountain and she made a wish. With her eyes closing the goddess wished with all her being that she could find the Primordial of legend, the only one who could help her.

When she opened her eyes, she stood in a hall. The walls were a crisp white underneath painting's that depicted heroic ventures from years past. Thousands of demi-god heroes that she could never hope to recognize, one in particular stood out to her. It seemed that no matter the time period of the paintings he was always there. While his clothes changed with the times it was inexplicably the same demi-god. A warrior with hair black as the night stripped with red fire, but his eyes were what truly stuck out, one sparked an intense fire red while the other shone silver like the moon. Hestia wondered who he was.

The paintings were as endless as the hall and Hestia didn't have a clue as to which way to go. To the right the paintings grew newer, the colors brighter and the lines more defined, to the left they grew older, the colors fading and the images becoming more blurred. She started walking right, it seemed the most logical way to go.

She wasn't sure how long she walked before she heard it.

"Have no fear, you're safe! Now that I am here, that is!"

The voice was loud, and it echoed all through the empty hallway, and making her head spin. It seemed to come from all around her, bouncing off the walls as though yelled by a ghost. She could only assume it had come directly from the mouth of the creator himself. She actually feared for whoever was being spoken to, he sounded angry.

She kept walking.

"TEXAS SMAAASH!"

The voice came again louder than before. It sounded as though he was fighting an attacker. She quickened her pace, if she could get there perhaps she could help, he may be more inclined to help her in return.

"Huh!? I…can't…hold…together."

A different voice now, quieter and getting quieter with each word, sounding as though he was gurgling water, drowning maybe? Perhaps her help wasn't needed after all. She continued to run.

"Is that…All…Might?"

Another new voice, this one appeared to be in pain and confused.

"Hey! Wake up!"

The door the voices were coming from was right in front of her! She could see it now! It was the first door she'd seen in this hall, and it appeared to be the only one around. A slapping sound joined the shouts in the halls.

"HEY!"

Almost there!

"Uh! Thought we lost you there!"

Hestia's palms made contact with the ornate wooden door and it swung open with no resistance at all. And promptly froze on the spot.

Sitting before her were two males. Once appeared to be in his mid to late thirties, lounging on a comfortable looking couch made of black leather wearing an old worn t-shirt with the logo of a show called "My Hero Academia" and an old pair of blue jeans. His black hair was in disarray and he had a fistful of popcorn in hand. The other was a teenager, who's most noticeable aspect would be the bright green hair he was sporting. Other than that Hestia couldn't help but think he held an uncanny resemblance to the boy in the portraits. He too wore a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt that matched the man she could only assume was his father (the resemblance was far too great to be coincidental).

There was a flat screen mounted on the wall playing some kind of show she'd never seen before. The large blond man on the screen continued to scream at decimals too loud for human ears, unmistakable the same voice echoing through the halls behind her. A bowl of popcorn sat positioned between the two in the couch and cornels littered the floor, the couch and their laps. They stared at her with identical expressions of surprise.

At that point she realized she had been staring for several minutes and really aut to say something before the silence stretched too much longer.

"I apologize…" she swallowed and shifted from foot to foot, unsure how to continue. What was she apologizing for? Breaking into their home, wondering around without permission, interrupting their father son bonding time?

"I did not mean to…" they were still staring at her, "what I mean is I'm here to ask…"

Perhaps she should have come in a form other than her eight-year-old self. Something more professional may have been called for.

"What I mean to say is…"

The man stood from the couch and as he stood his appearance changed. Away went the blue jeans and old t-shirt instead they were replaced by a well fitted suit. At first glance one would assume it was just a black suit covered in glitter. But upon closer inspection Hestia could see that the glitter was actually stars, and that they moved across the suit as he moved around the room.

He turned to her and smiled, "your here to ask for help."

"Yes."

"And you're here because you've run out of other options."

"Yes."

"Well Lady Hestia, you've come to the right place," he offered her his hand and when she took it he bowed deeply and placed a kiss on the back of it, "Chaos, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Hestia slowly extracted her hand from his grip, "the creator?"

His smile never wavered, "one and the same," he gestured towards the teen on the couch whose hair was gradually going back to normal, "and this is my son, Raiden."

The boy gave her a small smile as well and pulled himself to his feet, "Raiden Tachibana," she offered her had to shake and just as his father had he bent down and kissed the back of her hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Lady Hestia."

She smiled back at him, "you as well."

"Why don't we sit down, and you can tell me what brought you here and why it was important enough that the barrier allowed you through," he gestured to a plush chair that Hestia could have sworn wasn't there before, "please, have a seat."

She did, the chair was soft, and she felt as though she might sink right through to the floor, "I've come to ask for your help."

Chaos nodded and reached towards the coffee table where a pot and a few mugs had materialized before her eyes, "that much I gathered," he handed her a mug so hot it nearly burned her fingers, "but what you need help with, I'm having a hard time figuring out."

Hestia took a deep breath to ground herself and big gulp of coffee right after.

"Her name is Jacey Pride, and she's a daughter of Tartarus," she could see the shock on their faces. Children of Tartarus were uncommon, there hadn't been one on record in nearly three-hundred years. And even if there had been, by Olympian law, they were to be killed.

"For the last eight years I've been protecting her from Olympus and her father," she took another drink of coffee and held the mug tight to keep her hands from shaking, "but they know about her now, and I can't protect her by myself anymore. I need help, before they kill her, and do something far worse to me."

Chaos nodded and set his untouched mug back on the table, rubbing his palms across his legs before standing up, "we better get a move on then, it seems we don't have much time."

He walked over to the door, leaving Hestia and Raiden no choice but to follow. They caught up with him in the hallway. He was making his way back the way she'd come in, the paintings getting older the farther they walked.

"Raiden, I'm going to send you down there as close to Jacey as I can manage. Lady Hestia, do you know where she is now?"

"Arizona, somewhere near Gila Claw last I heard from her, but she was moving fast."

Chaos nodded, "I know just the place, Raiden once you get down there I need you to do whatever is necessary to find her, understand son?"

Raiden smiled at his father, and she didn't like the look on his face. He seemed excited, but about what she wasn't sure, it was as if his father had just given him permission to go on a create mass hysteria. For all she knew, he had.

"Happily."

~ Part 5: Raiden Tachibana ~

If anyone had been looking at the sky above Glia Claw, Arizona one cold December afternoon, well into the month but not quite Christmas yet, they would have seen an object fall out of the sky. There were some who might think it was a satellite or perhaps a struck bird. Those people would have ben wrong. The object falling from the sky was a teen, a man actually, but his appearance was that of a teen, and he wasn't falling, he had jumped.

With a resounding BOOM he landed in the middle of what most would think of as a typical junkyard (it was anything but) in what's best described as the classic 'superhero landing'. He stood up straight and brushed the dust from the knees of his black cargo pants as he turned his gaze to his surroundings.

If anyone had been around to see the teen at that moment they would know the exact moment he realized where he was from the parts of his face visible beneath his aviator sunglasses.

He shook his head slowly and sighed in exasperation before turning it towards the sky, "really dad! This isn't as funny as you think it is!" And although there was no one around but the teen and the trash a boisterous laugh could be heard echoing all through the junkpiles.

The boy huffed as he began turning in circles, round and round until he stopped. His eyes landed on the burnt-out shell of the almost unrecognizable form of a 1979 Camaro. He walked closer and brushed his hand across the rusty hood.

"You'll do nicely."

He slapped his palm down on the metal and the deformed metal began to shift moving from his hand outward. The rusty paint melted away, replaced by a shiny crimson red with duel black racing strips down the front. Pieces of metal jumped off the junkpiles surrounding him and attached themselves to the car, before being folded way.

When it was all over Raiden Tachibana opened the front door and slipped into the driver's seat. The engine revved, the tires squealed, and he pealed out of the junkyard in a flash.

If anyone had been around they would have seen him stick his hand out the window holding his middle finger in the air just as he passed the junkyard sign.

Junkyard of the Gods

All Trespassers will be Slain

~ Part 6: Jacey Pride ~

She couldn't breathe, her lungs were burning, her legs felt like jelly, she couldn't keep moving. She was backed in a corner, both literally and figuratively.

The walls of the alleyway towered high above her, a fence blocked her from running right through, if she wasn't so exhausted she might've been able to climb it. Maybe.

The monsters surrounded her on every other front. Slowly beginning to circle her, round and round.

At her back, at her front, left and right sides. She was surrounded by walls and monsters. A Chimera, the lions head snarled at her as its serpentine tail flicked back and forth in an unnatural way. A Drakon crawled down the side of a building ominously makings its way forward. A single Cyclopes stared at her from the mouth of the alley, he was probably very mad, she'd just killed his friend.

She could barely raise her sword, her arrows were gone, she'd lost or broken every other weapon she had. Blood ran down a gash in her left arm, her right ankle was swollen to an unrecognizable size, and the cut on her forehead was dripping blood into her eyes. She knew she wasn't going to make it out of this.

But she was going to put up one hell of a fight.

Jacey hefted he sword up with much difficulty and readied her stance, preparing to pounce. When the cyclopes burst apart into a pile of golden dust.

The golden particles rained down on a 1979 Camaro that now blocked the entrance of the alleyway. But the interesting thing wasn't the car itself but the machine gun sticking out of its hood. Smoke rose from it, slowly disappearing into the air.

Most people would have taken the chance to run away. They would have ducked behind the trashcan positioned conveniently to her right and waited for the perfect oppetunity to bolt. But Jacey, well only one thought came to her mind in that moment, and it managed to sneak out of her mouth without permission.

"That can't be legal."

And for a moment everything was still…

…and then all hell broke loose.

The Drakon lunged towards the car and the Chimara lunged at her. She raised her sword to block its claws and she could hear tires screeching behind her. She ducked under the Chimara's tail and rolled to the side catching a glimpse of the Camaro ramming full force into the Drakons side.

Then she had to jump out of the way to avoid having her arm bitten off. She swung her sword at the beasts head, it dodged the attack and lunged at her once again. Jacey ducked out of the way but wasn't fast enough to completely evade the Chimara's attack, it managed to knock her sword from her hand. The metal of the blade making an irritable screeching noise as it skidded across the cement. In the next minute the Chimara had had pinned to the pavement with its claws.

She heard the Drakon roar somewhere in the distance and the unmistakable sound of crushing metal and she couldn't help but think that her rescuer had met a fate similar to what she was about to face.

Then there was a sword sticking out of the Chimara's chest stopping just inches before it pierced hers. The Chimara screeched before disappearing in a cloud of golden dust, just like the Cyclopes.

Jacey was left facing a teen she's never seen before. He offered her a hand and a smile; with no other choice she took his hand. He hoisted her up and made sure she was steady on her feet before letting go.

He offered her the hilt of the blade, "I believe this belongs to you," she glanced behind her and noticed that her blade was gone from where it had been thrown, "sorry, grabbed the first thing I saw. I do like the blade though, well balanced, Hestia give it to you?"

"Excuse me?"

"Hestia? Goddess of the Hearth? Young looking, about four foot," he held a hand to his side as if to demonstrate how tall she was, "send me here to get you?"

"Hestia sent you?"

"Yep," he spoke as he made his way back to the car, which was miraculously, still intact, "now I've always wanted to say this."

He stepped back and pulled open the passenger side door, "come with me if you want to live."

End of first chapter! Please send in your OC's (PM's are better then in the reviews)! I'm looking to fill 26 spaces at the moment! I hope you liked the chapter! Please follow, favorite, and review! It's all appreciated And a special thanks to my friend Raiden Tachibana for all the help on this chapter and for waiting so patiently for me to finish it!