No Turning Back

AN/ 'Sup Awesome Readers. I decided to do the whole, Opinions from different points of views, just like in the last chapter.

Let's talk Pairings. Guys. Guys. Guys. Let's see where your reviews take me. I'm still on board with the Luke idea but...I just love drama. Watcha think of a love square? Octagon? Tell me what you think. :p

JASON

"Oh. Hello, Jason."

I nodded politely at the Hestia, but I didn't acknowledge the demigod speaking at the center of the council. I walked and stood beside her, an uncomfortable distance between us that made her stop talking. The gods' forms flickered to their Roman aspect before I tried to focus on being Greek. I nodded at the gods in greeting and they smiled in return. Zeus looked at me solemnly, and I stared blankly at him.

"My son, why have you come here on Mt. Olympus?" I bit my lip before I could say anything I would regret. I still haven't forgave him, none of us did, but there was no reason in being irrational. I knew Percy wouldn't have wanted us acting like idiots. I sighed before noticing that at the corner of my eyes, the Greek demigod beside me was staring right at me. I chose to ignore her, because I knew she would try to do something stupid.

"You know what's happening." I said bluntly. Zeus sighed, turning to look at the other Olympians.

"Father, you have to act now before it's too late." Athena reasoned, and the other gods murmured in agreement. "No need to act immature now. Not now that Perseus is still missing."

Gods, did she really have to bring it up. There was a deadly silence that engulfed the whole council. A few glanced at the only empty seat on the council and everyone looked as if their own children died. I scowled as Zeus pretended that he had not heard what his daughter said.

"We don't even know if it's true or not." The majority of the gods looked at him like he was insane but Zeus kept a straight face.

One hundred years and he's still prideful. Is he really playing this game? I gritted my teeth, ready to shout at my father for being such a culus and to suck it up before Nyx and her evil minions come marching on Olympus. Unfortunately or Fortunately, the Greek demigod beat me to it.

"Lord Zeus. I don't think it's the time to ignore the fact that a primordial is planning an invasion. Nyx is waging war on Olympus." Surprisingly, her voice echoed around the room. "I just know. Camp Half-Blood witnessed first hand Nyx's wrath."

"You were attacked?Oh my..." Aphrodite gasped, clearly worried for her children. The other Olympians had matching expressions of worry too. I actually felt bad for the Greeks, but I clenched my fists in thinking that if Percy was there...

"Obviously. That's what happened to Camp Jupiter too. A lot of campers were injured, most of Camp Jupiter is in ruins and that's just the first round." I then looked at the Greek demigod in the eye. "My camp barely survived. I wonder how the other camp won the battle." I added in mock thought. The Greek demigod's kaleidoscopic eyes widen at my remark.

"Are you calling Camp Half-Blood weak?" She asked, deadly calm. I snorted, but I mentally face palmed. I wasn't the kind of person to pick a fight, especially with someone I used to love, but she had it coming. They all had it coming.

"Not all Greeks are weak. I'm just wondering how you survived especially since you threw out your savior." Guilt and Pain flashed in her eyes, but I didn't back down. I glared at her as she tried to recompose herself. I turned my head so I was looking at the Olympians. A few, three or four, gods were looking down sadly while the rest had guilt written all over their faces. I looked at my father in the eye, and even though he was sitting up right, chin high, his eyes told me that he regretted everything.

"We. Need. Help." I stressed each word out, watching as my father reluctantly nodded. The other Olympians didn't even argue. They all knew, we needed all the help we could.

I backed down, satisfied. I really wished that it wasn't like this. I wished they weren't idiots, wished they believed in Percy. I wished that the Greeks and Romans would get along again or Percy would come back, yelling something like it was all a prank, and even though I would beat the shit out of him for doing that, at least he would be alive.

"Whose help do you seek?"

Everyone jumped in surprise at the voice. There at the center of the room, only a few feet away from Piper and I, was a beautiful lady. She was looking at the gods, chin raised and eyes holding a confident glint on them. She was definitely a goddess, especially with her beauty.

The lady was wearing a beautiful dress with very detailed design. The upper part of the outfit was a dark shade of blue, and it looked as if gleaming stars, meteors, planets and constellations were imprinted on the dress. Going down from the waist, the blue faded and turned to green. The bottom part looked as if it was earth, but more beautiful, with trees and plants and flowers of all kinds. Animals looked as if they were moving on her dress. Fire and Water danced on her sleeves, and a dark shadowy cloak was around her shoulders. Everything in life, was moving about on her dress, and it didn't look chaotic at all, like everything was in harmony.

Athena gasped as she stood from her throne and knelt. The gods looked at her questionably but bowed down nevertheless. The goddess of wisdom knew almost everything, and from the way she was staring at the lady with awe. The gods knew she was important. The only ones not bowing was Zeus and Ares, I didn't fail to notice the amused look on the lady's face.

"No need for pleasantries." The lady waved her hand dismissively and the gods sat back down on their thrones. The Greek demigod and I stood up. My father eyed the lady and matched her amused look with a suspicious one.

"Who are you?" Ares asked, not even being polite. That probably wasn't the right thing to say, who knows, this lady could have had the power to turn Ares into ashes. I watched as the Lady laughed, not in the way of bragging but like she genuinely found it funny that we didn't know who she was.

"I figured you would not know me, I am Chaos." She didn't laugh or grin, and it seemed as if she was actually telling the truth. The gods looked at each other nervously, sensing that she was indeed telling the truth.

"Yours." I raised my voice. Everyone in the room looked at me with mixed expressions, mostly confused. I ignored them and focused on the primordial at the center.

"You asked who we were asking for help. We, well- I am asking for your help. This is your daughter attacking after all..." I trailed off, biting my lip as Athena stood up from her throne.

"There are laws, Son of Jupiter. Just the same as we gods cannot interfere with-"

"There are laws, Yes." Lady Chaos interrupted a surprised goddess of Wisdom. "This prevents me from intervening. It does not say, my army cannot lend a hand."

"Your army?"

"Yes. There is no laws governing on; Me building an army. No need to worry, Zeus. I have no intention in invading Olympus. The whole purpose in building this army was to give a family to those who thought all was lost and to form a group who would be there to help when needed. Just like what is happening right now." She looked at my father, giving him a look as if daring him to argue.

"This is how it shall work. My other daughter, the Commander of this army, will train your demigods for the upcoming war. Half of my army will accompany her and if all cooperates, I am certain that your demigods will be ready for war especially with my daughter training them. The other half of my army will arrive before Nyx's final blow." Lady Chaos ignored the shocked looks the Olympians were giving her.

"And the my only request is for you to respect my daughter and her comrades." With that last phrase she disappeared in a bright light and the smell of Ozone and Sulfur. The gods looked at Zeus, waiting for him to say anything.

"Well..." I drawled. "That definitely solves our problem." I gave the gods a meaningful stare and rolled my eyes.

"You heard Lady Chaos. We'll have to prepare for her army's arrival and since we don't know when they're coming..." He looked at me. "My son, tell your Roman campers that you'll be staying at Camp Half-Blood until this is all over." My eyes widen and I opened my mouth to protest but he had already moved on. I gritted my teeth.

"Piper McLean, warn Camp Half-Blood of the arrival of the Romans and Chaos' army." She nodded eagerly. My father rubbed his temples before turning to Artemis.

"The same goes for the Hunters. All demigods must be present at the Greek Camp when Chaos' daughter comes." My father looked at Artemis pointedly and she sighed before nodding.

"Meeting dismissed." My father mumbled. Without another word, he flashed out, the other gods leaving after him.

I closed my eyes and clenched my fists. The Romans definitely would not like this. I tried to look at the bright side of this.

Although, I hated the people at the Greek Camp, I admit I do miss the place. I missed the happiness and Love the Camp gave off. I missed the laughter and the heartwarming events at the campfire, I missed Capture the Flag and all the people. I just wished the people there had not ruin the place for me. I used to think of Camp Half-Blood as the best place in the world. Now, I just don't know anymore.

I sneaked a glance at the demigod beside me and I saw her staring at the ground, tears falling on her face. Silent sobs escaped her lips as she wrapped her arms around her. I noticed in shock that she was trembling.

It took all my will power not to stand beside her and wrap my arms around her. Tell her it's okay...and that it wasn't her fault. But the fates are cruel because I can't do that. Because, it wasn't and never was Okay. And because it was her fault. I sighed and started walking away, but before I was out of earshot, I heard a silent 'I'm sorry' followed by a strangled cry. I pretended that I didn't hear.

I'm sorry, but I can't forgive her yet. Not after everything she had done. And besides...the person she should be apologizing to is missing and might actually be dead.

-Jason Grace

I miss him so much...But I know I don't deserve him. You would think I've moved on after a hundred years...but there's no replacing him. He's no Son of Hermes but he stole my heart and...he hasn't given it back. I'm not saying I've given up on him, because I know- especially with me being the daughter of Love- that he still does love me. But I've hurt him too much that that tiny spark of Love is buried deep in his hatred for the Greeks' betrayal. Hatred for me.

-Piper McLean

LUKE

I wiped my brow with the sleeve of my shirt. I panted and dodged the hunting knife that flew toward me, I gritted my teeth when it barely missed me. I looked at my opponent at the eye, her sea green eyes burning with determination. Although I get beaten up most of the time, I was happy that I got to see this side of Aella.

The side she only shows during Missions and battles. She took being the daughter of Chaos to the next level because she was always serious during fights, even on training. It was something I've grown to love about her.

I yelped as I dodged her sword. She told me that she had Riptide in her dwelling but never used it, I understood so I didn't ask her to tell me anything about the time when she was still Percy. The sword she used now, was a gift from her Mother. It was a mixture of Celestial Bronze and a kind of metal that I learned was; Imperial Gold. She liked to call it ápeiro which means Infinity. I don't know why but I found it ironic.

I groaned as her sword almost impaled me. I was one of the best sword fighters in the army, but when dueling with Aella. You know you're dead meat because there's no chance you could outmatch her.

I thought she was more ruthless this time, but I guess she was still pretty upset on coming back to Earth. Or more specifically, Camp Μαλάκες. It's not like we never went to Earth. There were a few missions here and there concerning on the planet, but we never had to come to that goddam place. So, yeah, an upset Aella Omega was definitely not someone you'd want to meet.

"Hey!" I shouted as her sword slashed sidewards, leaving an awful gash on my right cheek. She stopped, and blinked as if coming out of a trance. She looked at me, confused before realization dawned in her eyes.

"Oh!" She exclaimed before grabbing a bottle of Nectar at the edges of the Arena. She handed me the bottle and smiled at me sheepishly. I rolled my eyes, faking my anger as I sipped at the bottle.

"Do you really want to kill me, Boss?" I teased playfully when I felt the wound closing from the Nectar. She scowled before taking a towel from her gym bag a few meters away. She grabbed at the air, twirled her fingers, and the moisture around her palm swirled, water from the air landing on her hand. She transferred the water to the towel, and looked at me weirdly. She stood at her tiptoes- she was Commander, but was probably half a head shorter than me -And dabbed the towel at my cheek.

The tips of my ears turned red at the closeness, but she didn't even seem fazed by it. I had to thank Lady Chaos for Aella's obliviousness.

"I'm really sorry, Luke...I'm so...I was just, you know." I nodded my head in understanding before biting my lip. She smiled, the blood washed away from the water. She backed up but, Oh gods, the fates were cruel.

It was either Aella was really clumsy, or something- that will feel my wrath -was down there that made Aella stumble. Fortunately, she grabbed something so she could steady herself. Unfortunately, that was me. And worse yet, I was so shocked that I lost balance too and we both fell on the Arena floor. I grunted as her heavy composure landed on mine. Damn, was she heavy.

I stared at her sea green eyes for a second before we busted out laughing, years of Friendship causing us to act this way.

Yeah, I remembered. This was the reason I never made a move on her.

Falling in love with your ex-enemy is definitely something. Especially since this enemy used to be a guy and you happen to be straight. Ugh. Life is so complicated but I know I would go to the ends of the world for her, I would never let anything hurt her again.

But I know I can't let her know what I feel. Because, I know her heart is broken from all the betrayal and all the deaths. And I know I'm not enough to fix her broken heart. She's safer out there than in my arms.

-Luke Castellan