So, this is a few hundred years in the future, because honestly? There's nothing much to fill in on in the few hundred years, and there's some climax ahead, so, yeah. And for people who can read it, read it:

Tihs yaer I was put itno a calss wtih no feirnds. NOOOOO.

The reason I put that note so deformed his because studies show that an average person only reads the first and last letter of a word, so I hope this still makes sense to you...

(Although I personally hope you aren't able to read it.)

Oh, and, guys, did you guys read the new book Rick Riordan wrote? You know, Magnus Chase and the Sword of Summer? I did. Want me to write fanfic about it? Huh?...'

Nico POV

I groaned and opened one eye grumpily. Every morning Thalia's alarm stupid alarm clock woke me up, buzzing through the room and furling in my ears. At least she could have made it so I don't get disturbed, instead of waking me up whenever she woke up. Believe me, she's really too dynamic. She wakes up everyday at six, the current time, and expects us to stay up to ONE A.M. with her? Yeah, sure. I'm pretty sure it would be easier to kill Zeus with lightning than enforcing that rule for a few more centuries.

Speaking of centuries, this is my third century at Order's Palace, also known as something even I can't pronounce, and I still look, what, sixteen or something? I might look that way, but trust me, I know way more than it seems like. I've seen death, oblivion, and a bunch or shudder-worthy insane gut-wrenchers.

"Nico? Are you up yet?" Percy spoke like he had a cold. Then I recalled: ever since that poison arrow, that beardy guy doctor told us that every century, Percy would have a relapse. Every time, it gets less effective. Now its just at cold level.

"Um, well, I'm just changing," I called back. I quickly fumbled for my jeans and my T-Shirt. As my nimble fingers quickly undressed me and slipped me through my garment, I thought about today's special.

"Quick, we have to make it to the Grand Feast Hall to tell them about Chaos's arrival," Thalia added in. Right. We were supposed to tell our soldiers and honored dead about Chaos's arrival. Today he was going to come and talk to Order about only they know what. We were supposed to act as good as possible, and just basically act as if the world might end if we weren't cautious enough. Which wasn't so much of a great example, since they could cause our end anyway...

"Coming!" I grabbed my black spear and charged out of my bedroom. Then I dropped by the kitchen. There sat Percy and Thalia, munching on Fruit Loops and Cheerios while snacking on chips at the same time.

I cleared my throat at them. "So, what's for breakfast?"

"This," Percy said with his mouth so full I could've sworn he said 'Missed!' or maybe 'Kissed!'. Either one was equally terrifying, so naturally, I went with 'This'.

"Cheerios, Fruit Loops, and Pita chips!" Thalia cheerily informed me. I took a chair, grabbed a handful of Cheerios, and popped them nonchalantly into my mouth.

"What are we, kindergartners?" I grumbled after swallowing.

"No, we are preschoolers," Percy looked at me innocently, and started pretending to throw a tantrum. That's one of the top ten things I hate about Percy. He has this sarcasm factory that practically burst because of the overwhelming sarcasm.

"And I assume you have recovered," I stiffly said back.

"Whoa, we gotta go," Thalia pointed at the clock.

We rushed down the corridor, (and almost knocked over one of those shelf-things that hold those weapons) and entered the Grand Feast Hall. Percy quietly shut the doors with a point of a finger. Then, with our hoods over our heads and our feet shuffling down the aisle on the red carpet with eyes glued to us, we made it to our seats.

"All Rise!" The Captain of the army shouted with a loud, demanding, booming voice.

Okay, hold on, pause.

When I said Captain, you must be thinking, 'I thought you three were generals and top four commanders!' Okay, one soldier had asked the same thing. Percy had replied like this in one breath: "It's like the feudal system. You have Order, the king, then you have us, the lords, then you have the generals, the knights, and then you have the soldiers, who are, no offense, the peasants." Then he had to take a breath with all three liters of air whooshing in his mouth.

Anyways, back on track.

Then the room was filled with scraping benches and rising demigods and demi-titans that all raised their hands in salute.

"Lords Alpha, Gamma, and Omega," They shouted in a perfect unison. (Percy's Alpha, Thalia's Gamma, and I'm Omega) We rose too.

"To our polemistes," We calmly answered.

Percy banged his hand against the table. Everyone fell deathly silent, and sat down to listen to Percy.

"Today, Lord Order will be, ah, absent for a couple of priceless hours. So, in order to prevent havoc, we shall serving in his place as head. Today we will need most of our Alpha-ranked soldiers who are exceptional at stealth to keep watch around in the corridors, because we do not know what lays in the future, be it a long time away or not at all," Percy announced with such proper grammar I felt a laugh burst in me. Seriously, when does he ever speak like that to anyone except them?

"The Gamma team will be in...Galaxy 147Y2W for the brewing galactic war number five. Be sure to take the space ships 7 to 23, not 48 to 73, because I'm sure that 48 to 73 are busy with another matter," Thalia instructed the Gamma team who were muttering among themselves in the middle of the hall. Maybe they weren't too happy at the fact they were going to have to go to the most violent galaxy in the universe that is reachable (believe me, there's still some places in the universe we can't reach...). They died once, they might die again.

Thalia risked a glance at me.

"The Omega team will be in charge of two things: half will be sniping at those cold-blooded societies, you know, S23, and half will be in charge of the duty of collecting the honored dead," I addressed the people who were looking like they were nose-deep in a book. They gained determined looks in their eyes. See, they might be Omega team, but actually, in our terms, that actually means 'The determined, courageous strongest'. They always are the people who get the most done. They take bricks the size of cars off my shoulders.

"YESSIR!" They yelled.

"Well, everyone has to eat before, don't they?" Percy smiled and snapped his fingers.

Breakfast had started successfully.

After the credible, glamorous breakfast, (where Percy ate twenty blue pancakes, three blueberry muffins, five sunnyside-up eggs, and dranks five mugs of coffee and orange juice), we slapped ourselves to the wall and crept up to Order's, er, headquarters, where we listened onto their conversation with our Alpha army just behind.

Everyone jumped when inside the chamber, someone slammed something onto the table.

Then there was a quiet but deadly threat issued.

"Order, you may have tricked thousands into believing you are actually creator, but think again. Yours is merely a tad bit of reality. How many people do you think are on my side and still worship me? More than you can ever imagine. Do not underestimate the powers of the Fates. Though some claim they are made by Nyx, which I believe has some blood in your veins, they are actually from ME. Descendants of me, but at least they are still related. Do not keep spinning this web of lies. You yourself will get entangled. All these vast plains of soldiers. Your three top four commanders~" At this point Percy pointed at himself wide-eyed "~They belong to ME. You stole everything. Now you have the universe's top three best warriors at heart on your evil side," Chaos angrily hissed.

"Well, sorry I have those people with me now," Order drawled lazily, as if Chaos wasn't worth his time.

"YOU'LL DESTROY THE UNIVERSE!" Chaos yelled as if he was getting frustrated trying to teach a little kid multiplication.

"Oops, sorry, didn't see that coming," Order sang in a mocking voice. How was this the guy that saved us from the blade that was going to kill us? He's infernal!

"Brother, excuse me for a second," Chaos said through gritted teeth.

"Of course, of course," he replied with a yawn.

Chaos was heard turning the doorknob, so we all scampered. But we all stopped when Chaos whispered,

"I know you're here. It's alright. I just want to strike a bargain."

"A bargain?" Percy repeated, as if he was suspicious. Which was true. But, whatever.

"A bargain," Chaos said in a firm tone.

"Okay, what is it that you want to trade?" Thalia queried.

"Well, I'm not really trading anything. I'm just proposing an idea."

"Go for it," Percy said.

"Well, you've all seen how Order really is. Would you like it if I transported all your men and you to my palace and live as a server of Chaos?"

Three minutes and forty second passed.

I muttered to Thalia, "Do you think he's being real? It looks like he is." Percy nodded.

"Yes," We all replied.

"Great! Now, to begin with, transport all your troops to my destination, AM5TH7, and then excuse me for a while, because I think I still have some matters to clean up," Chaos cheerily said. "See you...in approximately twenty minutes."

Then he disappeared inside again.

Okay, sorry, got caught up in the playoffs. Now one thing: Do you want me to upload faster with fewer words or longer chapters but longer intervals? I NEED TO KNOW, SO REVIEW OR PM ME!