Two lovers, on opposite ends of the universe.

Annabeth strolled on the beach, just thinking of him. Him, him, him. He promised he'd return to her, and not that she'd lost faith, she just was losing hope… hope that he'd spend this lifetime with her. This house he'd left her in had good memories, yet, it seemed barren of family, of love.

As Percy sat in his cocoon of power, his egg, all he thought of was her. He'd sworn on his life to always return to her, and he could not wait to return to her, to his one true love. He was jolted from his thoughts by the pain, the pain of the power. His abdomen cramped, and he screamed, and nobody heard it.

Annabeth felt his pain, for once. From her sitting position at the beach, she felt him scream, felt his pain. She just missed him, so, so much. It had only been two days, yet it felt like forever.

Percy wished she was by his side to help him cope with the pain. The merging with Order came with a warning of great pain, and Percy had never felt such like it, tormenting him for days on end. He hadn't slept in over fifty hours.

X

Deception may give us what we want, but will always take in the end.

Erebus roared before his armies, eliciting calls of excitement back.

"The one true bane to our armies, the Quasar! Is DEAD!" He yelled. More cheers.

"Only Aether contests us from ruling the world once again! This has always been our destiny!" Erebus looked at his Ten Commandments, who were all smiling and clapping. Erebus turned to Nyx, and kissed her, and the crowd's screams of joy peaked.

X

Aether sat in his throne in the Primordial council. His head was leaning on his hand.

They'd actually gone and done it. He couldn't believe it. He didn't know how, who, or why, but they'd actually killed Perseus.

He was drawn from his thoughts when Chaos entered the room.

"I can't understand it, mother, why would they?" Aether asked.

"Erebus and Nyx have been led to believe the power ascension comes with wed, not death. And you know how loose Erebus's tongue is." Aether nodded. "I think he told Moros, who led the second generation primordial gods to use Annabeth to lure Perseus in a trap."

"You say this as if you planned it, mother." Aether questioned.

"Not planned, but watched his death with my eyes." Chaos sighed, taking a seat on her throne. "He begged for death, anticipated it. They made Annabeth kill him." Aether's eyes widened. "Even at that moment, he wanted death."

"They're going to die so painfully when he comes back…" Chaos nodded.

"We can only hope, Aether. We can only hope."

X

It had been six months since Percy's 'death.' Annabeth still mourned, but lived her life in Morro Bay peacefully. Percy's swears had worked, nobody non-mortal had bothered her, outside of her mother.

"When do you think he rises again?" Annabeth asked, strolling the beach.

"Soon, Annabeth. Do not worry. In time, everything shall be restored. There is power missing from this planet, and the balance is struggling, but Order keeps it stable." Chaos said.

"I just miss him. So many temptations in this world…" Annabeth trailed off.

"Do not fall for them, my daughter." Chaos insisted. "If you dare cross Perseus he shall bestow upon you a fate worse than death, worse than anything I can imagine." Annabeth cringed.

"I would never… but I want to meet new people… preferably mortal." Annabeth sighed.

"I can understand, Annabeth. Six months in isolation, away from the only family you've ever known would make someone like you irate… I know, I've been in isolation for eons." Annabeth nodded.

"Do you think I could live at Camp Half-Blood?" Annabeth asked.

"You may. I do not see why that'd cause any problems, I do not believe any of the demigods there know of your true identity, plus… it's where your 'friends' are." Chaos air-quoted friends. Annabeth got more sad from that. The amount of friends, relationships she'd lost to that damned curse… She'd hated Order forever, but always got over the hatred for Percy's sake.

"Do not hate his father, for his father is the one behind the strings, toying with the universe to make his son as great as he wants to be." Annabeth sighed again, knowing her mother was right.

"I know… It's just that if it wasn't for that damned curse, me and him would've spent billions of years together." Chaos nodded.

"You would've acted irrationally in such a state of anger and jealousy too, Annabeth."

Annabeth stopped walking, looking up to the sky.

Come back to me, my love.

X

Aether had been preparing, making his two champions train the demigods for this war. It was only a matter of time before Erebus's and Nyx's blindness made them attack the camp, and Aether anticipated it. Aether had seen, in his dreams, where Perseus resided. Somewhere unknown, but within a cocoon of energy, of power… his screams calling out for his lover, for help. Aether knew Perseus could only go so long without seeing Annabeth, so all he had to be was patient. Despite it being two major primordials versus one, the demigods made much better armies than those monsters did. Aether anticipated they could play defensively for around five years until Perseus walked the Earth again.

Come back to her, Perseus.

X

Luke had just finished training. The battle against Erebus's armies was tiring, yet… made him satisfied. The goal he was working towards was good, a benefit to who he cared about.

Annabeth.

The name rang so clearly in his head, it was like fresh creek water. He'd been on Earth for nearly half a year, yet he'd never so once heard her name. He was so confused. He knew she loved him once, could that love really disappear?

Perseus.

That name rang awfully clear, too. Something about it, something about the power Luke knew Percy held over him was… intimidating. He'd never felt something so strong, so insanely powerful that if he thought of it, Erebus would fade in front of him. Yet, Aether comes to him in his dreams saying he's… dead? And that it's a good thing? Nothing made sense anymore, but nothing needed to make sense. He had three goals: kill the Primordials, get the glory, and get Annabeth. The only three goals he's had since he got to Earth.

With that being said, you can imagine Luke's surprise when a certain blonde-haried, grey-eyed girl showed up at Half-Blood Hill, talking about 'needing friends.' Luke smiled. One goal out of three, soon to be complete.

X

As Annabeth walked into the Athena cabin, she'd felt someone's eyes on her… The one blessed of Aether? What in the world would he want with her? Certainly Aether had told him about her and Percy… Annabeth shrugged it off, before taking her bunk underneath a sleeping figure, whom she recognized.

"Hey Malcom." She muttered, before he flipped over instantaneously, staring at her.

"You're back! Holy gods you're back!" he said, before dropping and bear hugging her. Annabeth smiled. She missed this.

"Yeah… I decided I had enough with isolation." Malcom released her, and frowned.

"Why did you leave?"

"Percy and I… felt as if it would be better if we separated from the godly world for a bit."

"But Percy was here, battling with us, like seven months ago! Where is he now?" Malcom said.

"Percy's dead, Malcolm." Malcolm froze.

"What do you mean… dead?" Malcolm muttered.

"Moros killed him, somewhere in Egypt." Annabeth said, looking down.

"Tell me you're lying."

"I do not do such sins, brother." Annabeth said.

"If the greatest demigod died at the hands of Moros, what chances do we have against Erebus and Nyx?"

X

Luke searched for her. He wanted to just talk to her, he never had the chance to when she first arrived, she'd been taken immediately by Chrion. He unironically really missed her, and wanted to get a chance to catch up… and maybe get something going. Luke's intentions were primarily good, but after not seeing the girl you love for over ten years, what would you do?

He found her, sitting at the beach, looking at a photo. He didn't look at the photo, rather took a seat next to her.

"Hey, Annabeth." he said, smiling at her. She turned to him, confused.

"Do I know you?" She asked, frowning.

"Yeah, it's me, Luke." He said, nodding, as if to remind her.
"Oh! Hi again! Sorry, I haven't seen anybody in a while." She laughed, turning back to the lake.

"How are you?" He asked. She shrugged.

"I'm okay, but I've been better. I just came here to reunite and reconnect." She mumbled.
"Why are you so down?" Luke asked.

"He's…" she lost her words, "dead, Luke. And he always promised he'd come back to me, but this war that he's basically dragged himself into makes me question whether or not he'll come back to me next time." She said, a tear falling from her cheek.

Luke's heart dropped. Who was he?

"Who, Annabeth?"

"Percy. Percy's dead. He promised." She said, now fully crying.

Luke's heart sunk further than it had ever before. Annabeth was in love with Perseus, and Perseus was…

X

Percy could not see anything. Earlier in this… process, he'd heard his own voice, but now, even that was gone. He tried opening his eyes, but it was as if something had been forcing them shut, like a machine. He felt the liquid around him, as if he was in a pool but he knew more than that. He sensed the curvature of his container, something unnatural, that he floated in. He had not been able to contact anyone, and nobody had tried to contact him. He'd been left alone with his thoughts. His father had told him that the biggest hurdle will be the mentality it takes to completely submerge himself in the power.

And truth be told, the mental battle was giving Percy a run for his money.

All he thought about was her, and when he would be able to return to her. He didn't think of his friends, or his family. Just her. He'd even starting having visions in what he can only assume is his sleep- time was tough in the cocoon. He only thought of her.

He'd had one vision that caught him off guard… her sitting next to some blonde-haired boy, on the beach he recognized only as Camp Half-Blood's beach. Her head had began to rest on his shoulders, and his arm wrapped around her. He couldn't believe it. It had to be false, a manipulation of imagery in his mind… maybe isolation was making him go insane.

He prayed to whatever was above his father, that that image wasn't true. It was false, manipulation, however, the more he thought about it, the more he missed her. He didn't know how long he'd been gone, though, thought of her maybe falling in love with someone else… was it true?

He told himself, again, it wasn't true

He swore he'd fight for her, for them, until he bled to death, until he bled out.

X

Annabeth had been weary of Luke. Very early on, she could tell he liked her still, and was very, very attached to her. She didn't return such feelings, as she'd never cross Percy, plus she loved him with every tissue in her being. She felt awkward around him at times, because he was so clearly trying to hit on her, and she just didn't like him like that.

It'd become awfully bad recently, as Luke had caught Annabeth when she was sparring with a fellow daughter of Athena, Andrea.

"Hey Annabeth!" he called at her, and her mood instantly dropped.

"Yes, Luke?" she replied kindly, forcing a smile.

"I was wondering if you'd wanted to come on a picnic… date… with me later today?" Annabeth frowned.
"I'm sorry, Luke… I just don't like you like that." She said, and Luke clenched his teeth. She turned away from him, trying to walk back to her sister, before Luke grabbed her wrist, rather hard, and spun her into him.

"What we had before… I died, can't just go away, Annie." Luke said, looking down into her eyes, a small smile forming on his face. She could smell his breath, and it didn't smell good. She forced her way out of his grip.

"I've told you before, and I shall tell you again, I do not like you like that, as we are merely friends. Do not test me." She growled. Luke snarled, lunging forward, and slapping her across the face. Annabeth gasped, and drew her sword.

Somewhere in the opposite pole of the universe, a certain son of Order's eyes snapped open for the first time in six months.

Luke unsheathed his own dagger, and swung on Annabeth, who countered easily, cutting off Luke's index finger in the process. He screamed in pain.

"This isn't over you bitch!" he said through clenched teeth.

"I know it isn't, but Percy has sensed your actions, and you'll gain something worse than death upon his return."

"You're a fool, Annabeth! Percy is DEAD! Even Aether has told me so!" Luke growled. Annabeth merely smirked.

"Hypocrisy takes many forms, and one of the most amusing ones happens to be your idiocy. Leave. Now." Annabeth demanded, and Luke left, clutching his hand.

Percy felt the sharp pain in his right cheek, and his eyes snapped open. He saw it all, him hitting her, her rejecting him, it was all in front of him. He felt the blood and sweat coming from Luke, despite being across the universe from him. He smiled. It'd worked. He felt everything, the machinery around him, the muscle tissue that was holding him in, the chemicals in the liquid… it was all here, on his plate. Percy reached forward, and tore the cocoon open, liquid spilling all over in front of him, and he took a step out, before realizing he was completely naked. He snapped clothes on, before looking to his right, where a doctor was.

"Where am I?"

"Dathomir, milord." said the woman. He really was on an opposite pole.

He nodded, before waving his hand, and the woman fell unconscious.

I've awoken, my love, but it will take time before I can arrive home, back to you.

Annabeth heard what her husband said. He was awake, truly, and Luke was wrong. She just had to be patient. She smiled down at her journal, where she was jotting plans of a four-story mansion house that she'd hoped she and Percy could live in one day… with their kids, maybe.

Erebus was mid-meeting with his wife and Tartarus, who he'd thought had been faded, when his heart burned, and he dropped to a knee, clutching it.

"You cannot be serious." He muttered.

"It has to be false, nothing like this could've ever happened." Nyx looked to the skies.

"Mother, is it true?" Tartarus said, and Chaos appeared.

"Is what true, my darling?" Chaos said, smirking. Erebus growled.

"You know what it is." Chaos shrugged.

"I know much, child… what you're asking for is… highly off-limits." Chaos said, almost laughing.

"The true power of Order – I feel it. Far, far away. I sense it in the Arthesian quadrant, so far away, but it still screams power." Erebus said.

"The lost quadrant, the forgotten one, yes. The other three continue to thrive, yet with the true power of my brother asleep, it's been fading for trillions of years, I believe." Chaos said, "It does seem, however, that those powers are now awoken. It is only time before Order's power is spread all across the universe, and balance is truly restored." Chaos smiled.

"But doesn't that oppress you, mother? The true power of Order?" Chaos laughed.

"Gods no, the universe was in horrible shape with those powers asleep, but now that they're awoken, all is to be returned to normal."

"He's alive, isn't he? He's been awoken from his cocoon?" Tartarus said.

Chaos giggled, "Yes! Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times, Yes! Awoken to fulfill the true prophecies, leading the armies of Order against the evil forces in the universe, and if you don't mind my pun, restoring order to the universe! Finally, these puny Olympians will get slaughtered without remorse, and I don't have to break laws to do it!" Chaos kept laughing.

Erebus and Nyx were still left in the dark.

"Who, exactly, Tartarus?" Tartarus shrugged.
"He goes by many names, the Quasar, Void, Perseus."

sorry for the long wait, i had somethings to do irl . i don't have alot of time to write stories much anymore, but i'm trying my hardest for you guys. i'm going to keep quoting the weeknd. more updates to come, and if i don't post something sunday expect stuff on monday. love u all, pce 3