Hi guys! Thanks for all the reviews... Several days ago! Took me a minute to remember that I didn't update four days ago. But now I'm back, and everyone is so happy, right? Yay...! ;) I'm messing with you. Ok, so now here's some review responses. I'll try to keep it as short and sweet as possible.

To the-Ali-Valdez: Not saying what happens to Jason. ;) Heehee

To jloup: The gods could've just read Percy's mind. But where's the fun in that? Besides, what if one of the gods is secretly against Olympus?! Dun dun dun!

Ok, that concludes the review answering! I own nothing but please enjoy this chapter. :)

Percy's POV

I stopped running and drew my sword, staring down the cloud of dust that I one contained the drakon. It kept drawing closer and closer...

I was ready to die. To save Zoë's life, I'd do anything.

The cloud of dust drew closer and closer. I watched it approach, knowing that i probably wouldn't be walking away from this fight alive. This would be the one fight I wouldn't bounce back from. The one fight that I wouldn't be able to tell my friends and family about. Not that I have any family anymore. Or any friends, besides Zoë. She's going to watch me die.

I felt remorse at that, knowing that she'll be alone in Tartarus after this. Trying to push it away, I knew that she twould be better off without me. She'll survive this drakon attack, if it's the last thing I make sure of.

I didn't have time for any more morbid thoughts; the drakon was almost on me. It stopped running when it was me standing there. Our eyes met, dark green on black. I thought I saw specks of color moving across the black eyes, but it must've just been a trick of the light.

The drakon roared, spittle flying from its mouth. In the close range, some of the spit landed across my face, disgusting both Zoë and I. Hopefully she'd have the courtesy to wipe the spittle off my face before disposing of my body. That is, if the drakon doesn't eat my body himself.

I brandished my sword in front of the monster, trying to intimidate the massive beast with my toothpick-sized sword. It growled at me, trying to intimidate me with its teeth the size of mortal monster trucks. One of us was on the brink of peeing his pants. (I'll give you a hint: It was the one that was actually wearing pants.)

Suddenly, the drakon tensed. It pounced at me, but this time I was ready. I had ky sword gripped firmly in hand. I was ready to die.

I thrust my sword towards the indestructible scales on the drakon's chest, knowing I'd barely even leave a scratch on them but wanting to go down fighting anyways. Imagine my surprise when the drakon disappeared.

I kept my sword suspended in midair, shocked by the sudden absence of my enemy. Where'd he go? That shouldn't have killed him. I looked around madly. The only thing left of the drakon was a massive pile of monster dust the size of an average house.

I looked closer. The dust was silver. Wasn't monster dust usually gold...?

Zoë ran up to me. I was still staring unemotionally at the pile of dust, my sword hovering mid-thrust. She looked at me worriedly, her dark eyes crinkling with worry.

"Perseus," she urged, shaking my shoulder lightly. I didn't react. "Perseus." Her voice was more forceful this time. She sighed when I still didn't respond. Her small hands trailed down my arms before stopping at my hands. She gently eased my sword away, gripping the heavy hunk of metal tightly. Zoë hefted it up with one hand, the other left by her side.

There was a flash of movement. My head snapped sideways, left cheek stinging. My hands flew up to cradle my face. Zoë's hand floated back down to her side.

"Good, you're responsive now." Zoë smirked, handing over my sword.

I took it gingerly. "You couldn't have just snapped your fingers in front of my face?" I whined.

Rolling her eyes with a smirk on her face, Zoë responded simply: "That wouldn't have been as fun."

I didn't try to humiliate myself further by responding. Instead, my eyes shifted back towards the mountain of silver dust. I thought for sure that monsters usually turned into golden dust. Why was this drakon different? And why was it so easy to defeat?

As i watched, the dust started to be blown away by an invisible fan. That was normal; it happened with most larger monsters, like the Minotaur. The like continued to shrink, soon revealing a black fedora on top of the pile. My stomach clenched; that was the hat of the man that tried to save our lives. He must've gotten eaten by the drakon.

The hat didn't move as the pile decreased. Instead, a mop of curly hair appeared under it. Then a head, neck, moving into the trench coat the man was wearing. Soon all the silver dust was gone, and in it's place stood the man that defended Zoë and I. His eyes were closed.

He looked like a corpse.

Until his his eyes flew open, revealing the black eyes that had urged me to run. The dots of color floated through them, vaguely reminding me of something I knew I had recently seen. But what?

Stiffly, the man nodded his head. "Perseus," he acknowledged.

Zoë stared at me. "You know him?"

"No."

The African-American man chuckled. "Do not worry, immortals. I don't think you would know me."

"That's not very reassuring," I told him.

Zoë huffed and punched my arm. "Well, that's not very polite!" She hissed.

Another laugh. "Do not worry, Ms. Nightshade. I mean you both no harm, no matter what trouble Mr. Jackson's mouth would've gotten him into with the Olympians. I assure you, you won't find a deity more strict and uptight than any Olympian, even if you searched my entire galaxy."

"Your galaxy..." Zoë repeated softly. Suddenly, she gasped. "I know who you are!" She made to bow, but was stopped by the African-American man.

"Do not bow to me. Again, you won't find an immortal that comes close to the strictness of your Olympians and many minor gods." He chuckled. "At least, don't bow until you accept my proposition."

Zoë nodded, straightening. I looked between the two, bewildered.

"Wait, wait, wait." I put up my hands. "What the heck just happened?"

The man chuckled. "I apologize Perseus. I forget sometimes that not all heroes are blessed with a quick mind like your friend Zoë is. I shall introduce myself."

Zoë elbowed me slightly, grinning at the compliment and in anticipation. She knew who this man was. If she was excited to be able to meet him, then I guess I should be too.

"My name," the man announced, "is Chaos, creator of the universe."