Really sorry about the wait guys. Had a lot of work last weekend with water polo and school started again this week, so count on an average of 1-2 updates of this story per week. But don't worry you guys. I hate it when people abandon good stories and this one has lots of potential so I never will.

I'm starting to get a little writers block for in-between chapters, although I have a good idea where the story is going. I worked on this chapter all week, trying to get some good writing done but I deleted and rewrote the entire thing five times. Tell me what you think, please REVIEW. PM if you want to contribute. Thanks.

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Adrastos PoV:

When the news spread of Percy's return, I immediately ran up to the tunnels to meet him. I knew it would take about an hour for him to navigate the tunnel system, so I just waited in the training facility and practiced against a straw dummy. I trained hard for half an hour before switching from a sword to my favorite mace. It had a skull forged onto it, so those who faced me knew that death was inevitable. It had spikes on the outside so that it would not only crush bones, but cause horrible lacerations and puncture wounds to the victims. Woe to anyone who got in the way of my mace.

I started drilling on a straw dummy for the next half hour, working in and out of defensive and offensive stances and maneuvers, and I practiced shadow travelling a bit. I could only shadow travel to places in sight, because I was only slightly blessed by Tartarus and Erebus. Percy could shadow travel anywhere on the planet as long as there is some sort of darkness. I was slightly jealous but I didn't really care all too much. We were friends; there was no room for jealousy.

Right when I was in the middle of hacking away on my 18th dummy a Mendin walked into the room with a message. He pulled coughed once or twice to get my attention and he looked at me. I stared him down, and he backed up slightly. He then stuttered out the message.

"L-lord Adrastos... Lord Perseus h-has returned," he mumbled while bowing. I nodded and dismissed him. Damn Mendins were strong and good workers, but they were a hell of an annoyance. The get nervous when given orders that don't involve fixing anything. Damn monsters.

I put my gear away in my chambers, and sat down on my bed before heading out to Percy. I was tired and wanted to rest for a bit. I lay there, thinking about my past, like a distant memory. The memories were blurry, like something was blocking them. Percy told me he felt the same way, except for this one girl he was dating before he was thrown into Tartarus. I could only remember one person; my sister, Isabella.

Thinking of her, I reached into my bedside drawer and opened a small, intricate designed box. I took out a necklace locket, made of gold and silver. I sat there, staring at it, as tears welled up in my eyes, and memories consumed my thoughts.

Flashback:

We sat there in our home, our mom hugging is, telling us everything was going to be okay. I didn't want her to go. She couldn't just leave us. There were screams coming from outside of the house, and fires raging. There were cannons booming and Native American war cries echoing throughout the night,

"Stay strong, Adrastos. Protect your sister. I have faith in you," she said to me, tears streaming down her face. I was yelling at her to stay with us. I was 16 at the time, and my sister 11. She looked at me once more, a look of sympathy and sorrow in her eyes. I gazed back at her, reaching out for her hand. But she didn't take it.

"Stay strong." Those were the last words I heard her say before three Native Americans ran in and took her away. She screamed, fighting them off for a few seconds before one of them hit her over the head with a club. One Native gave me a death-stare before running out of my home. I ran after her with a kitchen knife, and threw it into one of the Indian's heads. He slumped over dead, but the other two took her further and further away from me. I sulked back to my home, defeated, when I noticed it, too, was on fire.

"Isabella," I yelled, running into the house. I looked around for her, and noticed she was pinned underneath wood planks from the roof. They had caught fire, and she was scream. I threw them off of her, burning my hands, but I didn't care. I had to save her.

When I dug deep enough I wrapped my arms around her and ran out of the house, changing my direction when some Indians caught sight of me. I carried Isabella bridal style out of the town, praying to my father, who I knew was Prometheus, that she would be okay. I tried to save her, but the effort was futile. That prayer was never answered. She didn't survive her wounds after that day.

End Flashback:

I cried silently, staring at the necklace. So many disturbing, unsettling memories stored in there, I hugged it close, and put it around me neck. That was all I had left of my dear sister. I wouldn't let it out of my sight.

I realized Percy was probably wondering where I was. I stood up and wiped my eyes, before walking out of my room. I casually walked towards the dining chambers for lunch, and Percy was sitting down at a table, digging into some blue pancakes. I raised an eyebrow at the oddly colored food, but dismissed it as I walked up to him. I patted him on the back, grinning.

"Percy! how'd it go my friend?" I asked him, interested in what he had to say. He continued to stuff his face with food before wiping his mouth and downing some water. He looked up at me, shrugging.

"It went well I guess. For the most part," he said in a way that implied something unexpected had happened. He looked grim, before continuing to eat. I didn't both him; if he wanted to tell me he would.

We sat there talking about the mission, but he left out some details I thought seemed important. He told about how Moros rained hell on the camp, and that having a dragon as a mount was a blessing, and just plain awesome. He said how he got a rush flying around in the air, and could see why his old friend Jason appreciated it so much. Although he was intruding on Zeus' domain, being a son of Poseidon, it didn't really matter seeing that he moved on from his old life. He resented the gods now, as do I.

He said how Moros intimidated the guard dragon into submission, just by looking at him. I didn't even bat an eyebrow. The Thracian Black Dragon was intimidating enough when he's not trying to kill you. Percy grinned at that part.

Percy then said how he flew up into the night sky of Camp Half-Blood, while Moros lit up the sky with fire and deafening roars. Percy said how he was basically def after his dragon roared, something so loud it echoed across all of Long Island Sound.

"I didn't kill anyone though, like our masters instructed," he assured me. I nodded, smiling slightly. Percy did no seem like one to kill other mortal beings. But he might have to start if he is two of the eldest, most evil Primordial Gods' champion.

We continued talking until I went to lift some weights and he went to talk to Tartarus and Erebus. Talking with the masters is never good, unless you're Percy I guess.

Percy's PoV:

I stood straight in a dark chamber, my chin up and my arms at my sides. I stood respectfully, waiting for my summons. I pondered about my encounter with Annabeth at Camp Half-Blood. What was going on with me? Was I-

"Report, Champion," came the ancient, dragged out voice of Tartarus. I could feel the presence of both Erebus and the essence of the pit, but Erebus had yet to speak.

"The mission was successful," I reported. "The demigods of Camp Half-Blood are scared, more scared than they have ever been in their lives. The Olympians are uneasy, and they are still unaware of the true power brewing in this ancient abyss. They are unprepared as well; the demigods are weaker than ever, having been decimated by the past two wars." I awaited for their response. It felt like the two Protogenoi were conversing with each other, although I could not hear.

"Good work Perseus. We are impressed with your skills. We could witness you overpowering the Olympian spawn with ease, due to my control over darkness," Erebus said. But I could tell there was something else he was going to discuss.

"We were also impressed with your general composure, but..." he paused. I knew what was coming, but I kept my cool. Sweat beaded on my forehead. "We do know about you faltering when it came to that blonde girl. Annabeth, correct?" I nodded uneasily.

"I thought we said to leave behind your old life behind, Percy Jackson," Tartarus scolded. I shuffled my feet nervously. They seemed more irritated than angered, but neither of those two emotions were good.

"I'm sorry my lords. It won't happen again," I promised truthfully. The last thing I needed were more distractions...

"Good," they said in unison. "Because if it does... we shall make SURE it does not happen again. Are we clear my champion?" Erebus finished. I nodded.

"Yes masters," I responded. They dismissed me, but before I left, Tartarus told me to stop.

"Perseus. Our next task for you will be assigned within the next week. Stay sharp and test out your new powers a little more," he said, hinting like I was only brushing up on my powers. I thought I was getting the hang of them all, but I guess you never know what powers you receive when blessed by two Primordial gods.

I leisurely strolled to my room to get some shut-eye. It had been almost 24 hours since I had slept, and exhaustion and fatigue were kicking in. On the way, I decided to peek my head into the Chamber of Monsters before hitting the sack. I poked my head inside the room, and saw five red mountains being equipped and fitted with shoulder pauldrons and breastplates of Primordial Obsidian.

My eyes must have been fuzzy, because after blinking a few times and rubbing my eyes, I realized that those mountains were massive giants. They looked like the polar opposites of Hyperboreans. They were flaming slightly, and under their crusting skin their red glow seemed to be coming from flowing lava. Their faces were very flat, as if someone had him them in the face with a massive, giant-sized frying pan. Their eyes looked like murderous, exploding volcanoes, and I'll tell you one thing. They were fearsome.

I asked a nearby Mendin what they were, and the short little creature looked up at me shyly.

"L-lord P-p-perseus, those a-are Magmordians. A-ancient g-g-giants birthed from volcanoes," he replied nervously. I nodded in acceptance, starting to grin wickedly. I must have looked truely evil as my eyes gleamed in the lava-light, for the little Mendin scampered away from me. Adrastos was right. The Mendins were a pain in the ass.

I turned to exit before taking one last look at the Magmordians. They were truly a force to be reckoned with.

I arrived in my room some time later, and after I stripped myself from my clothes, I instanly passed out on my bed, and was consumed by dreams

Nico's PoV:

"Are you ready to go son?" asked the cold voice of my father, who I had grown closer to over these past few years. Ever since Percy left, I visited Camp Half-Blood less and less. He was my best friend, and seeing him gone with no way of helping him was devastating. I kept in touch with Thalia, Annabeth and Grover though, simply because I didn't want to act distant.

The Olympians, particularly Zeus and Athena, had demanded an emergency meeting on Olympus as soon as possible. Apparently Camp Half-Blood was raided, and one person on an enormous dragon bested the entire camp on his own. When my I heard the news I felt grim. One person doing all that could lead to horrible outcomes. That was about a week ago, though.

I strapped my Stygian Iron sword to my waist, and turned to face my father, Lord of the Dead. We had come to agree upon more things recently. He really wasn't as bad as described, and although he was granted a Throne on Mount Olympus, he preferred to reside in the Underworld. We both completely agreed on one matter. As much as Hades hated Percy Jackson, he agreed with me that Zeus was a complete idiot to throw the Hero of Olympus into Tartarus. And now with rumors of war, and the recent attack on Camp Half-Blood, we needed him more than ever. I sighed.

"Yes father," I said, as I took his arm. He smiled at me and bent the shadows, consuming us in darkness. In a split second we were outside the throne room of Olympus, looking better than ever. Annabeth had really done an extraordinary job remodeling Olympus. There were statues everywhere of all the gods and minor gods, and even famous heroes, nymphs, satyrs, and muses. She had also installed a garden and a memorial for all those who died in the Second Titan and Second Giant Wars.

I walked behind Hades as he pushed the Celestial Bronze double doors open, and he walked to his pitch black throne, which had skulls embedded on it. I walked behind him, giving my camper friends a half-hearted wave. They smiled slightly, before turning their attention at the center throne.

My father sat down in his 50 foot tall form, and I sat on a small black chair at the feet of him. We were all waiting on one person: the King of the Gods himself, Zeus.

Suddenly, as if on cue, the throne room shook. At first people had looks of alarm on their faces, but when thunder boomed and lightning lit up the sky, we all sat down and many campers and some of the gods rolled their eyes. In a flash of smoke, the thunder subsided, and Zeus appeared. He made an entrance only the over-dramatic god of theater could make.

"Drama queen," Hades muttered, causing Poseidon to grin like a madman, and Apollo to snickered. It quickly subsided though, as Zeus raised his hand for silence.

"Let the meeting begin," he announced. Apollo quickly put away his iPod. Hermes got off his phone, and Hephaestus stuff some gears he was working on in his pocket. The campers sat at attention. My father looked bored, although he did understand the seriousness of this meeting.

"As you all know, Camp Half-Blood was attacked by a man on a dragon thought long to be extinct. The Thracian Black Dragon," Zeus started, and some of the gods who were not aware of the dragon went wide-eyed. I looked at my father quizzically, and he looked grim and surprised. The campers needed no reminder of how horrible the creature was. I could see the fear in their eyes, and I probably would be scared too if I had been there. Just the rumors about it were menacing enough.

"The more important thing though, was not the creature. But the man. He is no monster, nor any non humanoid species. That means he was either a god or demigod. My daughter Annabeth said he radiated power that rivaled the Olympian gods on the council, minus the big three," said Athena. She was willing to cut right to the chase. No need to dread on the fact that a dragon nearly destroyed all of camp.

Athena looked at Annabeth to confirm, and Annabeth nodded.

"He was incredibly powerful. It is very unlikely he is a demigod, but something else," she said, as her nostrils flared ever so slightly and her eyes gleamed uneasily. I squinted my eyes at her. She was hiding something.

I seemed to be the only one who noticed though, so I quickly turned my head from her and paid attention to the meeting.

"Thank you Annabeth Chase," said Zeus. He looked uneasy as well. It's not everyday Zeus shows up to take someone on, only to arrive when they are already gone. Frankly, he looked pissed off. He gestured at Athena to continue, for she was the battle strategist and good at deciphering puzzles.

"Hephaestus, thanks to the installment of his video cameras all over camp, was able to capture some footage on Hephaestus TV," she said, as the god of metalworking nodded with a crooked smile. He snapped his fingers and a large projector appeared in the middle of the room, displayed in a way so everyone could see it perfectly. That was one high-tech TV.

"What baffles me is why the guard dragon Peleus of my blasted camp let him in," grumbled Dionysus, who sipped on a Diet Coke with boredom clear on his face. He sat up straight after Zeus glared daggers at him though.

"Well brother, you are about to find out how," Athena said to the god of wine. The screen flickered to life, and the valley of camp was seen on the screen. There was a camera on Thalia's pine, right by the Golden Fleece so it was concealed apparently. It looked like Peleus was sleeping, until a loud thud shook the tree and surrounding ground. Peleus jumped up and blew some fire, only to cower back in fear as two blood-red, massive, terrifying eyes glared at the young dragon. The fire lit up the dragon, and we could all see how menacing he was.

Eighty feet of pure muscle on an all black dragon, who has huge wings and massive spikes atop his body. I could see why Peleus was scared. But what really got me scared was the man who was on top of the dragon.

He looked about six three in height, and was grinning wickedly at the scene he had witnessed. Athena had paused the screen. His face was covered by the shadow from a black hoodie. His features were barely visible, but he looked familiar.

"This is the man we are talking about," Athena said. Everyone took the information in with thought. "He is dangerous. He bested the entire camp alone. Here, you will see," she said, gesturing for Hephaestus to continue. He snapped his fingers and the recording started playing again. The man started talking when the screen came to life.

"Now, now Moros. You don't wanna be intimidating and scaring your younger cousin now do you?" he asked, his voice dripping with amusement. So the dragon's name was Moros. The man clad in dark attire had a familiar voice, but it sounded twisted with malice. I looked around the throne room. Some gods and most of the campers appeared to be thinking the same thing. Zeus spoke up once more.

"Apparently the dragon is named after the God of Doom. The actually Moros is looked away in Tartarus, so there is no possible way that could be him," the thunder-god said. At the mention of Tartarus, the room temperature dropped, and I shuddered. There was ancient evil behind that name.

"But we still do not know the man's identity," Artemis said. "That is our greatest concern at the moment. If we can find out who he is we can surely stop him," she said, looking at Athena. The wisdom goddess looked grim. "Right?" Artemis asked unsurely. Athena then just played the video again.

The night sky was black. The Camp looked peaceful, and it was a calm and warm night. Suddenly, a deafening roar shook the throne room from the sound system. Fire lit up the night sky at Camp Half-Blood. It seemed so real on the screen, even though it was the past.

I could see Annabeth running around, rallying the camp, as the dragon Moros breathed fireballs at the cabins and camp. It was hard to see the dragon, for he was pitch black. Black as night. The campers' arrows meekly just bounced off the dragon's skin.

Moros suddenly landed on the big house, and his red eyes pierced through the morale of the now mustered campers. He snorted fire, and then lowered his head. The man in black gracefully and professionally jumped off the Moros' neck, and landed on the ground. That was a full four stories. He should have died.

The mystery man landed with a thud, down on one knee, before standing up slowly and while intimidating the campers. They all took steps back He smiled, but not from joy. From pure blood lust and desire.

The campers took aim, but none fired. The man walked directly towards them, grinning wickedly and evilly, as he pulled out a black sword matching his clothing. A small Apollo boy lost grip on his arrow, and it sailed right at the man's head.

I thought for sure that the man was done. He seemed to be walking directly towards Annabeth, as if he had a long-lasting grudge with her. He rolled his eyes when he saw the arrow released, shook his head, and stuck out his hand.

The arrow sailed right at it, and he grabbed it out of the air. Apollo gasped. Ares' eyes widened and all the Olympians were shocked. I looked over at the campers, who all had grim looks on their faces. Annabeth gulped. I knew she was hiding something.

The man then kept walking towards the campers, and Annabeth yelled at them to fire at him. As all the arrows were unleashed upon him, he suddenly disappeared into the shadows. I gasped, as did my father.

"H-howw?" Hades asked as his eyes widened. Hephaestus snapped, and the video stopped on the image of the man being consumed by shadows. Athena looked at her uncle.

"Uncle, I believe you of all people know what this is," she said calmly but seriously. Some of the gods looked confused, but my dad cleared his throat.

"That man their, just shadow travelled. That is something only my children, and hellhound can do," he said uneasily. Some gods exchanged nervous glances. I was even shocked. I knew of no other god or demigods who could shadow travel other than my father.

"That's not possible! You took a vow Hades" shouted Zeus. He seemed pissed off at this thought, for it seemed he was thinking that Hades broke his oath before the vow of the Big Three was dismissed.

"Zeus, that is not my child," roared Hades with anger at the accusation. "I swear on the river Styx!" Thunder boomed outside, booming, sealing the promise he made. Nothing happened to Hades. Zeus grudgingly sat down, still fuming with rage. He motioned to Athena to go ahead, and she did.

The video jumped to life once more, and the man disappeared into the bent darkness around him. I furrowed my brow in curiosity. I had a feeling I knew this guy.

A cry of pain was heard on the tape, and it seemed to come from the back of the campers formations. The man was attacking the campers left and right, and I thought he was mercilessly killing them, until I gazed closer at the man's sword work. He was disarming and knocking out the campers, sometimes maiming them, but it looked like he was avoiding killing them.

It was incredible. The one man defeated over forty campers without even breaking a sweat. Ares was on the edge of his seat smiling, until a glare from Athena sent him shrinking into his seat.

Athena shut the tape off, and stood in front of the audience before her, eyes gleaming with worry.

"This is a force to be reckoned with," she announced. "Camp Half-Blood needs to train harder. Our children need to be better prepared for another attack." She looked like she was avoiding a very important fact. Poseidon muttered something inaudibly.

"What was that brother?" asked Zeus, with a slight tinge of annoyance in his voice. Poseidon's eyes flashed dangerously, as he lifted his head, and looked at his brother.

"I said, it is not possible," he repeated, his voice raising. Athena looked upset but knew it was true, and Zeus looked angry that Poseidon felt this way.

"And why, Poseidon, do you feel this way?" Zeus asked.

"Because the most powerful demigod to ever live will no be there to aid the camp," he said, glaring daggers at Zeus. Zeus rose from his seat, thunder booming. I looked at the campers. They were slowly scooting their chairs backwards.

"He killed my son Poseidon! HE SHALL NEVER LEAVE THE PIT!" Zeus roared. Lightning flashed outside. Suddenly, the smell of the ocean entered the room, and Olympus was suffering a small earthquake.

"ZEUS! PERCY JACKSON WAS INNOCENT! WE ALL KNOW IT! YOU ARE JUST TOO STUBBORN TO ADMIT IT!" Poseidon rumbled back. Both were fuming with rage, fists clenched and eyes burning like miniature explosions. Zeus's bolt appeared in hand while Poseidon's trident appeared in his hand. Both steaming with fury, they locked eyes with each other.

They looked about to enter battle when a bright white flashed, and everything in the room went silent. I shielded my eyes from the light, being accustomed to the darkness of the underworld.

After the flash cleared, I heard gasps across the room. I opened my eyes to see three incredibly old women standing in the middle of the room, knitting the largest pair of socks I've ever seen. They were covered in wrinkles, and held a string that was half sea-green, and the other half pitch black as night. They had a serious look upon their faces, and what I've heard about the Fates is they only appear when someone is going to die. Someone Important.

Annabeth gasped. Grover turned pale. The gods had shocked expressions upon their faces, until Zeus and Poseidon quickly put their weapons away and knelt before them. Zeus was the first to speak.

"All hail the Fates, daughters of Ananke."

So that's chapter 6.

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