Hi guys! Thanks for all the reviews last chapter. Let's go to the comments:

To Nixi: "-_- no comment sorry". Did you not like my chapter? Because all you wrote about in my comments was your story. So... I'm confused.

To Greekgodsrox: I'm just so confused about the whole Hera-Athena mess that I made. I'll check out the chapter to see what the hell I was thinking. And I didn't even realize our stories were alike until you pointed it out. But now I totally see it... Sorry for unintentionally doing that!

To Guest (that said "Nooo"): congrats on being reviewer 300!

To The Prince of Awesomeness: You commented on how it was OOC and an overreaction. Like "Chaos fearing Percy's blue glow". But maybe there were other reasons why chaos was afraid...? Don't wanna give too much away, but... He wasn't afraid of Percy. ;)

To ConnorPerson: I'm on antibiotics because I have Lyme disease. :( If I don't take them, I have to go to the hospital, and then my mom will kill me for not taking them and being in the ER... Again. ;)

Anyways, I own nothing but please enjoy this chapter! :)

Percy's POV

Finally, it came to me. "I'll run away," I announced. "To protect them. To protect Zoë."

The demonic voice was silent.

I ran into my tent to grab a bag full of things I would need to survive in Tartarus by myself. Food, water, blanket, pillow, extra weapons. It all fit in a bottomless bag I found next to the entrance.

Once I was done packing, I hurried out of the tent, hoping my hour wasn't up. I'd never escape if Chaos was on guard already. Instead, I found something much worse. Or should I say someone?

Zoë Nightshade was standing, arms crossed, in front of my tent, glaring at me.

"And where do you think you're going, Perseus?" She growled.

I flinched. "Well, you see, I was, uh... Going to the bathroom?"

"What's with the bag then?"

"... Toilet paper?"

Althoug she didn't say anything verbally, Zoë gave me a look that said I'm not buying that crap.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. Running away seemed so easy a moment ago, before Zoë intervened. No one as supposed to get hurt. Now, I'm going to get physically (and maybe emotionally) pounded into the ground with fists.

"I, uh, can explain."

A minute passed.

"Well?" Zoë asked after I hadn't said anything. I opened and closed my mouth like a fish gasping for air, waiting for the words to come tumbling from my mouth. They all seemed to be stuck.

Another minute passed. I decided to just close my mouth. Zoë and I stood there, me looking at the ground and her glaring daggers into my head.

"No, don't speak," she mocked me. Then, in a softer voice, she said, "I know what you're thinking. I don't need your reasons."

I opened my mouth to speak, to defend myself, but she interrupted me.

"Don't tell me 'cause it hurts'."

I closed my mouth. Zoë looked at me with tears at the edges of her eyes, waiting for them to spill over. I tried to keep my gaze on the ground. The ground wasn't a beautiful girl about to burst into tears over me.

For a long moment, neither of us said anything. Then I risked a glance up. Suddenly, words came from my mouth without my consent.

"What you just said, those four sentences," I said softly to get her attention, "that was 'Don't Speak' by Echo, wasn't it?"

She nodded, smiling slightly. It was a watery smile, but a smile nonetheless. I'd take what I could get.

"Where'd you hear that?" I asked. She shrugged, the smile disappearing from her face. Instead, she faced me with watery eyes.

"Why are you trying to leave?" She whispered.

I wanted to joke that she said she didn't need my reasons, but I figured that'd get me beat up. Or that would start the waterworks. And neither one sounded appealing. I eneed up saying, "I'm dangerous. If I'm going to be dangerous, it's better to kill my enemies than my friends."

She choked on a sob, but I think it was supposed to be a laugh. "You're not dangerous, you idiot," she protested, but it was weakly.

I gestured to the still-burning giant wall of fire. "And that's just a lit match, nothing more," I sarcastically replied.

She glared at me with eyes red from trying to suppress her tears. That made it all the more frightening, as if I had pissed off someone at a funeral. Especially if t was a murder, and they didn't know who did it, and it turned out to be the person I had just pissed off. (They probably did it for money.) Anyways...

"You don't know what you're talking about," Zoë tried to say. "You—"

I cut her off. "No, Zoë, you don't know what you're talking about. I'm dangerous. I started that fire because I was mad at gods that can't even hear me! That probably all think I died ten, fifteen years ago! Who knows what else I could do?"

"I—"

"No, Zoë!" I exclaimed, stopping her. "Listen to me! I can't stay here! If I lose it again, I might kill you! I'd rather leave and never be a danger to you again than stay here and kill you be accident!"

She sighed. In a slightly condescending tone, she started to say, "Perseus, if your just—"

Again, I interrupted. "Zoë, listen to me!" I commanded sternly. She closed her mouth and looked me in the eyes. "I can't stay here. Not if I'll hurt you." She opened her mouth to object, but I continued talking. "There isn't anything you can say that will change my mind. I'm leaving." I slung my backpack up on my shoulder, staring into Zoë's eyes one last time. I didn't want to forget them.

"Is there anything I can say that will change your mind?" A deep voice spoke from behind me. I whipped around and stared into the African-American face of Chaos.

"Chaos," I breathed out, shocked he was there. "Why are you here?"

He chuckled. "I heard your 'conversation'. Although it sounded more like you yelling, Percy."

Blushing, I responded to his previous question. "There isn't anything you can say that will make me stay," I said sadly. "I'm dangerous. I don't want to hurt one of you."

Chaos laughed and rolled his eyes. "You can't hurt me. I'm the creator of the universe. You're strong, but I'll take more than a godling to hurt me. No offense."

"B-but your face!" I argued, confused. "You were afraid. Of the fire that I had created. Right?"

"Wrong," Chaos corrected, smiling at me like a regular dad smiles at their confused child.

"But then...?"

"Before the fire, there was a glow around you. I was scared of what that meant. And then when the fire burst to life, I was scared of what that meant too. I was never scared of you, Percy. I know you'd never try to hurt Zoë or me," he explained.

I nodded, still completely confused but refusing to show it. "Then what was it you were afraid of?"

Chaos was silent for a moment. "The glow and the fire meant that two powerful beings stirred in Tartarus and are waiting for us– for you. They could either be our friends, helping us remove the Olympians that we want to be rid of, or they could be our foes, stopping us from our righteous goal."

Again, I nodded, still hopelessly confused. "Okay... But Chaos, who are these two powerful beings?" I set my bag on the ground. I guess I wouldn't be leaving after all.

Comment or PM me about who the two beings are! First person to guess at least one gets a prize! And if you guess both, then you get double the prize! Contest is only for members with accounts, sorry. :( Can't PM people without accounts their prizes.