Updates will be pushed further, maybe, because I just got into the volleyball team...which means extra practice, so on and so forth...

For those Star Wars readers, my friend 'Darksaber1319' recently joined, and posted a story, so if you want to search it up, here's the summary:

AU. Anakin is heartbroken when Ahsoka leaves the Jedi Order, her home except her first few years of life. He stayed in his room, only talking to Padme, who had been the first and last to see Ahsoka. She had given the Togruta enough credits to hitch a ride on a ship, despite the younger girls protests. But nobody has heard from the young Togruta since...

So yeah, here's the next chapter...

ENJOY!

Percy POV

My footsteps echoed in and out of the long corridor, like those Medieval castles Annabeth told me about, except it was way more awesome. I walked down the path rigged of worn out...cobblestone? I tilted my head up. Clarisse would love what was up on the spiking high ceilings... There were weapons of all shapes and sizes lined up and hung by rusty chains. Even from such a distance away, they looked so intimidating, like one sound, and they would all come down and slice you in half. Daggers, swords, flails, battle axes, clubs, maces, bows with razor sharp arrows that looked like it could just kill you by itself...

Yeah, Clarisse would love it.

In my thoughts, my foot caught on a ledge in the cobblestone, in which Order helped me up almost grudgingly. I frowned. He looked so different ever since he entered this castle, number one being the fact that his clothes changed. He was changed from casual outfit to silver robes, flowing in silky strands. A band of dark, pure black like a world with no light was wrapped around his waist, tied in a complicated knot I don't want to describe, but hey, can't blame me! It was like, erm, tied like a bow tie but also not...ah, whatever, just let it go. Embroidered on his chest was an...atom? I'm pretty sure I've seen it before... It was like a logo, like every school uniform had one, (It's sucks to wear uniforms, you know! Yes, I wear uniforms...) but yet different. It seemed to hold power, wisdom, evil, coldness... His eyes were now blue-grey, and blonde hair, long, very long poked out of the sliver hood casted on his royal highness. Number two was his personality. He was colder, regal, um, how else do I describe him...wicked?

I stared ahead into the gloom, but was forced to shield my eyes as something was opened up. After a while, the glare faltered and died. I blinked rapidly to get used to the now pretty much lighted room. It had a dome-like structure, its top lighted by a baby blue glow. Kinda reminded me of a planetarium, where we had gone to on a field trip long, long, long time ago in, what, second grade? Way cooler though, because there were seats around a large throne I assumed was Order's. It was beautiful, in a way, because it had purple and red streaks, circling around and around a ball of black, and gold lined silvery, shimmering background and ledges.

Next to it was a smaller throne. It was black, with some wavy sea green streaks in it. It was simple, but I had this urge just to plop down on the throne, it felt so much like it was mine! It also reminded me of the dining seats in the Argo II, because it was looked comfy, and it gave nostalgic waves of home, in which Camp Half-Blood was it. I have to admit, although I still hate them, I still long for my friends, family...(Okay, maybe that was a bit too sullen in a chapter like this, but hey, I'm listening to depressing songs right now...)

On the other side of the throne, there were two more, about the size of my thr~ no, the throne on Order's left. Both were also black, but one had bright electrifying patterns one would see in a meteor shower, and the other was just...black. Like, swirling black in a void, or maybe death...Strangely, this reminded me very much of Nico...he always had that dead look, and who knew what went inside of his brain then out the other way? That black just fit him like a girl would slip right into a dress, and find it was the perfect size. The dazzling blue was like Thalia and Jason's eyes. But the madness in it leaned towards Thalia. Jason was more of a...gentle person. Okay, that was a bit too of an understatement. Yes, Jason was fierce and a good match, but Thalia was wild wild. Like, compare Jason to Thalia. See it? It's really different.

Around the four thrones were rows of desks and chairs, with the exception of an aisle in the middle. Occupying each and every chair was surprisingly humans. At least I thought so. Once Order entered the room, all of them stood up, and bowed.

"Lord Order," they said in perfect sync. That's when I inspected them closer. The girls had elf-like pointy ears, and glossy pink hair. Their face had a scary resemblance to an English woman, and believe me, English woman don't have patience. At all. (Maybe I could do a one-shot about that? Tell me.) Now back on topic. All had sun-yellow dresses on, the type Annabeth despise, which, erm, are the skinny ones? With belts? I don't know what they're called, and don't want to know. They all had really long purple boots on, which reached up all the way to the dress, which was about to the mid-thigh. How they manage to wear such horrible stuff...I don't know.

The boys had also pointy ears, and the weird thing about them?

They all had long hair, braided in two braids and set behind them. They didn't seem to be embarrassed at all, and in fact, they seemed to be competing to see which is the longest, because they had a sign in front of their desk that seemed to be the length of their hair, like that guy on the very left. He only had it about a foot long, and the sign read the same. I am no detective, so...yeah.

They wore suits, like those businessmen who work in the capitol or something. Their tie colors varied, but the rest was all black and white. So much better than the girls, although they really should relax more... I mean, seriously, what's up? You're like, dressed up everyday and what if a monster breaks in? It must be really hard to run in those things...

Order nodded back at them.

"Fellow Aesop, we gather here today to welcome a new member of our family," Order regally spoke to the crowd, addressing each and every one of them. His blonde hair made him look like those people in the movies (that I snagged a glance at when Sally watched them) that were like commanders of another galaxy. He swept up to his throne, and slowly sat down onto it. I walked down the aisle after him, and knelt down. My head was kept down as I waited for further instructions.

"Rise, Perseus," He commanded. I followed suit, and rose to face him. "Do you accept position of assassin and second-in-command?"

I was stunned. But the thought of living a happy life with who I guess was my patron, away from all my hurts, sorrows...

"I do, sir," I replied seriously. Really, why was he even offering me that position? I was just a betrayed demigod...although it was a pretty nice idea...

With a snap of his magic fingers, I was dressed from head to toe in black. My outfit was...beautiful. Silver fringes hung off pockets, sleeves, and about everywhere. I had daggers and guns up my sleeve, a belt with swords, and a sliver bow-and-arrow slung across my shoulders. Okay, I had to admit, at that second, I was sorta confused. Why give me a bow when I couldn't even shoot an arrow without flinging myself to the ground with the bow smashed on top of me? But the rest was pretty cool. Grapple hooks hung over my back, and sniper rifles of all shapes lay in a black case strapped to my back. To sum everything up, I was in a full-fledged assassin uniform with everything one could desire as an assassin.

He conjured up a ball of hot, glowing ball of blue gas. With a thrust, it was flying at me.

In a burst, I was in the midst of white hot pain. It felt like daggers were piercing through me, turning around and around. Poison sifted through my veins as salt was poured over my wounds. I grit my teeth, and squeezed my eyes shut to prevent a cry of pain. I was kicked up, then in an instant, I was standing on the ground, gasping. I looked over my body. Nothing had happened.

Except.

All the things that reminded me of Earth were gone, and instead of the SPQR symbols, I had the same symbol as Order did, the thing on his chest. It was soft blue, and I felt like I really belonged somewhere. A girl flew to me with a gold crown, jewels embedded so cautiously I could imagine a girl putting the last raisin on a cupcake, and running to her mommy with a grin on her face. It was set on my raven black hair, and I was guided to what really was my throne. I sat down on it with a smile so wide it could have surpassed a storm.

I had found family.

Sorry for such a short chapter...

Here's a suggestion:

Listen to some of Jay Chou's (周杰倫）songs... Although they're Chinese, which I am also, the melody is just...forlorn...

Yeah, I'm out. Gonna go play some volleyball.