Chapter 6 – Teaser

You know what, I'm not sorry for not updating. Since the end of June, I have been working Monday to Saturday until 6 pm to get some extra bucks for my study, since I go to school alone in Germany, while I live my vacations with my parents. So it really has been hard on me, and being very tired in the evenings does not help with motivation for writing.

With this out of my system, I hope you enjoy this chapter, even if it is just a small teaser chapter and soon the real deal will come out.

Before Aegeus meets Nico – Percy

As the son of Ouranos was watching his daughter get integrated in camp, he had many bittersweet memories. While he by no extension thought himself as part of Camp Half-Blood anymore, he could not bring himself to think about killing his old friends. Over the years of training and living only with his children and the Primordials he had become much more ruthless and untrusting. The Protogenoi of the Sky had told him, that he was not becoming a bad person, but the demiprimordial was just much more careful whom to give his loyalty. Now he just had to make sure demigods do the same.

Percy as of right now trusted completely only a selected number of people – his children, Nyx and Ouranos.

The demiprimordial was afraid his powers were starting to corrupt him. The connection he had to the domain of Time right now, while not absolute by any means, still had Percy meditating for hours, exploring the streams of time from the past. Immortality would not help. Nobody had started off as a tyrant. But even Ouranos used to be and the thought of becoming one plagued the demiprimordial's mind almost every day.

The son of Ouranos of cut off from his train of thought by Tartarus 'knocking' on his mental barriers.

"Percy, you can stalk my protégé later, now get your podex down here."

Didn't have to be so rude.

The demiprimordial wrapped his arm around the pendant his father had gave him years ago and appeared in front of Tartarus's shocked face, as he was speaking to two other beings at the moment.

The first thing Percy noticed was the height – both 3 meter high males, obviously Titans. But their appearance confused Percy. They looked like brothers, and from behind Percy could not see a difference between them-the same dark brown hair, same bulging muscle underneath their clothes. Even their outfits were mostly the same.

Both wore black combat boots, with a menacing looking steel spikes. Both had also pitch black army pants, pointing out with small weapons underneath. But while one of the Titans had a blood red shirt with a sleeveless black jacket, the other one had a buttoned up black military jacket. But on the second's arms stood what looked like honor medals from the army?

As both Titans turned around to face the demiprimordial, Percy had to physically refrain himself from gulping. Especially at the sight of the first one's eyes.

The massive Titan had irises of glowing blood red, but as if that was not disturbing enough, his pupils were an icy blue color, swirling and clashing with the iris. Those eyes overall screamed 'DANGER! CHAOS! DESTRUCTION!'

The demiprimordial created a calm façade and just made himself look somewhat annoyed.

"Yes?" His response got a sly grin from the military Titan.

"He's just as annoying as you, brother. Even has the same name." Perses just snorted.

If only.

"Laugh it up, brats. Just explain it to him, Pallas. I'm not good with talking."

Rolling his eyes at the Titan of Destruction, Pallas just ran a hand through his hair before talking. Just now Percy noticed, that both Titans looked somewhat worn out, had one or two wrinkles and overall seemed more tired than a normal immortal.

"Jackson, times have been hard for me and my brother in the last century. It has been the least amount of war or destruction since the Golden Age! For lack of better word, we are fading."

"You, on the other hand, are a Harbinger of Destruction. Have been since your conception. We Titans are not like the Olympians, and a Titan's first concern is always his domain."

Then the brothers spoke in complete unison.

"So, will you, Perseus Jackson, son of Ouranos and succesor of Kronos, become the heir of Warcraft and Destruction?"

Percy just blinked once. Then one more time. Deciding it was not best to stare at two fading Titans, the demiprimordial averted his gaze to the ceiling and thought of his father, mentally asking for advice.

Accept, Perseus. You were always destined for greatness and what better Leader then a Titan of Warcraft himself?

The domain that worried the son of Ouranos more was Destruction. By only a few glances, Percy could see, that Perses was not completely sane. What really was different between the two of them, except a few more thousand years of controlling a difficult domain?

The demiprimordial had even started to enjoy fighting like never before. There was just that rush in a spar that he received never elsewhere.

Decisions, decisions.

Perses on the other hand, looked bored. His posture was that of an ADHD demigod. Fiddling with something in his pocket, looking everywhere in the room and overall annoying his brother. Pallas was much more stoic and serious, he was the Titan of Warfare after all.

"What would be the difference between me and Ares then? He is also a God of War." Pallas looked disgusted at the thought. He hated the bloodthirsty Olympian even more than most people do, since their domains were similar and people often made the connection.

"Warfare, not War. My domain involves much more about the Art of War, not the brutal and mindless slaughter, that Ares portraits."

Sadly, the demiprimordial was still not exactly convinced about gaining such aggressive domains.

"Damn it Jackson, is it really that hard to help out two fading Titans, even gaining more power and domains in return?" Growled Perses, starting to get annoyed with Percy. Who was this whelp to think his domain was useless?

Said demiprimordial slightly frowned at the disrespect, but nevertheless nodded his head.

It seemed he was in it for much more training.

Line break – Zoe

"So, do you know what Camp is overall, or did your Dad not tell you about it?"

The daughter of Nyx looked around the place, but the place truly held almost no resemblance to her father's stories outside the main sites.

"Yeah, but everything before the Titan War. Now things look much different. I guess this was my father's wish?"

Kassandra just nodded her head, understanding and pointed to the mass of small cabins.

"Well, now every minor god has a cabin, though not all have children in them. Also all demigods have to be claimed when they reach 13, but all except some do it the moment they come in Camp." Zoe just raised an amused eyebrow at the hostility towards the gods Kassandra classified as 'some'. But she was not one to judge, the daughter of Nyx despised Olympus herself.

"Ares, Hermes, Apollo or Aphrodite usually forget their demigods, but Chiron and their siblings reveal it to them in nonetheless. It is usually pretty easy to guess someone's godly parent, when you have met their siblings. Most share antics."

The demiprimordial could not really give an opinion, since she had not met even one demigod before coming to Camp Half-Blood. No demigods had lived in Tartarus like her. Even the 'fearless' gods did not the come there.

If they did, they would definitely meet both ends of her knives. Sadly, that had not happened yet. Eh, Jacksons were always born unlucky.

"Also, since now Rachel Dare is the Oracle of Delphi, she can't live in the attic. I can show you to her cave?"

Here, Zoe was conflicted. She did not like prophecies. They had ruined her Fathers' life. Also, what was to say her sudden appearance would not spark some sort of prediction in the clear-sighted mortal? How in the Void did that even work?

If Kassandra saw her aunt's uncertainty towards meeting the Oracle, she did not remark on it. Instead, she headed outside of the cluster of cabins and headed to a cave.

To Zoe it seemed she had went in Asteria's place. She had made that mistake once and it would hopefully never happen of her again.

The Titaness of Nocturnal Oracles sure knew how to decorate.

Nevertheless, Zoe steeled herself and entered with a trained expression, gained from many sessions from Erebus. Darkness required one to be unseen and unreadable.

The girl with fiery red hair seemed completely out of place from the green-colored torches, but who was she to judge? If Zoe did not know better, she would have mistaken Rachel Elisabeth Dare for a daughter of Hecate or Asteria.

Venomous green eyes shined from the mortal, glazing over, almost as if she was already communicating with the Spirit of the Oracle. It almost made Zoe cringe, but the daughter of Nyx was made of something different than most half-bloods.

Averting her eyes from Rachel's gaze, the demiprimordial quickly sized her up and overall the mortal was not intimidating. She looked like an artist – with flecks of dye on her jeans, a Camp Half-Blood T-shirt that had seen many better days and a bubbly expression.

"Hi, I'm Zoe, I'm new, so Kassandra showed me in. What do you really do here?

Rachel just made her a 'come hither' motion. "Ask."

"Ask what?"

The mortal just had a blank face for a few seconds, before actually realizing the daughter of Nyx was being sincere.

Which she was obviously not. Not that anybody needed to know that, outside Kassandra.

"About your future. Destiny. Fate. I am the host of the Oracle. If there is something for you, I can help you."

Zoe bit her lower lip. While she wanted to know her destiny, her plans did not include letting somebody listen in. But it would have looked suspicious, so she went forward anyways.

"What is my destiny?"

Suddenly the pressure in the room increased three-fold. Green smoke started coming from different cracks in the rocks of the cave. Rachel slowly stood up, actually more like rose in the air, her toes just barely touching the ground. The mortal's eyes snapped open, a green color covering the whole sclera of Rachel, before her mouth slowly opened, with smoke pouring out of it.

A cold, ancient and emotionless voice, definitely not belonging to Rachel, started chanting.

"When the Big Three fall

Stronger they will answer their Hero's call

Grudges from a thousand years

Shall bring the Gods into tears

Brought forth from the twins of the betrayed

In the Pit of Darkness they were raised

King of Gods against his children's wrath

As the Primordials create a new path

The Earth's might against the Prince of Night

And Olympus will fall by their Savior's hand"

The mortal just lost consciousness, eyes rolled to the back of her head and she just fell limb in Zoe's arms.

Thunder boomed a few times and the daughter of Nyx heard it even from the Oracle's den. She knew what this exact sound meant.

The Council of the Olympians had been summoned.

Line Break – Olympus

Different emotions were swirling in the twelve members of the Council of Gods.

Zeus was really agitated. He had thought the conflict with Gaea would be resolved, when they just closed Olympus, but now there are even more variables and possibilities. Also, he had just been interrupted from his activities with a mortal.

Hera was absolutely livid at the sight of the Lord of the Sky. She could even see the lipstick, ruffled hair and swollen lips on her husband. He thought he deserved some reward for his efforts in the Titan War, so the Queen was sure, that soon many new demigods with lightning powers would arrive at Camp Half-Blood.

Ares was grinning bloodthirstily at the prospect of a new fight. Seems like the war against Kronos and the upcoming against Gaea was not enough for him. He would get more power from every conflict, even though much more people would die. But gods did not care for mortals, sadly.

Most of the other Olympians were just bored. So what if there was another prophecy? Due to Ancient Laws, they could not even interfere much. Even Olympus was closed right now. The only one interested in something outside him- or herself was Artemis.

The Goddess of the Moon was inspecting the new camper Zoe. At first, her breath hitched. The girl was an almost exact physical copy of her fallen Lieutenant, even having her name. The only noticeable differences were the paler skin color and the weird eyes. She could also easily see, that the girl was experienced, but her mind was unreadable. That could mean two things – either an overprotective godly parent, or a daughter of Hecate with incredible mental barriers. Since even Circe, the most powerful one, would struggle with that, it begged the question.

What would Nemesis want to hide from the other gods?

Another thing Artemis noticed, was the suppressed aura of the girl. By signature of power, every camper had a small glow of their respective parent's defining color. Zeus-electric blue, Poseidon-sea green, Hades-black and so on. This girl had literally no signature of power. It was as if she was just a mortal. Sadly, Zeus had forbidden all interference with demigods or overall the whole mythical world, so the Goddess could neither investigate, nor ask the girl to join the Hunt.

"Apollo, a new camper received a prophecy that seemed important to the War with Gaea. Why? And recite it again."

Zeus must have been even more grumpy than usual, forgetting all formalities before a meeting. The Sun God just chanted the prophecy again, this time directed to the Council of Olympus.

"When the Big Three fall

Stronger they will answer their Hero's call

Grudges from a thousand years

Shall bring the Gods into tears

Brought forth from the twins of the betrayed

In the Pit of Darkness they were raised

King of Gods against his children's wrath

As the Primordials create a new path

The Earth's might against the Prince of Night

And Olympus will fall by their Savior's hand"

Zeus' eye twitched at the first, seventh and last line. How would he fall? He was the Ruler of Olympus! King of Kings! Lord of the Sky! At least his brothers were going down with him.

And which of his children would betray him? Zeus looked around the room, seeing already six candidates – Ares, Athena, Apollo, Artemis, Hermes and Dionysus. He also had hundreds of other divine children. How can he be sure, that none would betray him? It was not like he could eat all of them.

Athena noticed her father's expression and was quick to remark on the meaning of the lines. "Father, we will never betray you." All of the other children of Zeus on the Council nodded their agreements. Except Dionysus.

He was napping. Moronic drunk. Though he was the least likely to betray his father, since he was the least intelligent.

Hera on the other hand saw this as an opportunity to get some revenge.

"Your godly children are much less likely to betray you, husband. They are bound to you by law. Your demigods on the other hand…"

Zeus realized what his wife meant. While a tiny side of his conscience told him not to slay his own child, the lust for power and pride of the King of Olympus overtook him. But Thalia… or Jason?

"Which one though? The Huntress or the Roman?" Asked Hephaestus, joining the conversation for the first time. The Queen of Olympus quickly shook her head.

"Jason is my champion. He will not betray us." In return Artemis, shot up in her seat, in her really not-so-impressive twelve-year-old form.

"And Thalia is the Lieutenant of my Hunt. She is loyal to me."

Silver eyes glared at Hera's soft brown, neither of the two willing to back down. Both hated each other and were incredibly stubborn. Before the goddesses could come to blows, Athena interjected.

"But Thalia was very close to Jackson and also converses often with the son of Hades. They might want revenge for him." Hera smirked victoriously, that was her trump card as well.

Artemis, paler than normal, was looking around in the Throne Room, looking for at least some support. Even Apollo shook his head, not voting on his sister's case for once. Finally, the Moon Goddess sat back down in her throne, her head bowed in defeat.

"How do we deal with Thalia then?" A tanned, raven haired man with sea green eyes asked. Someone had to break the uncomfortable silence after all, and Poseidon was the one least bothered with the death of Zeus' daughter, outside the obvious. That obvious was grinning very sadistically right now, thinking about the death of her husband's bastard daughter that had even disrespected her personally.

"We should make Hades send some monsters after the Hunt, then the demigods would never know her death was orchestrated." Nodding his head in agreement, Hermes flashed out, going to inform the Lord of the Dead about that.

Three days later – Thalia

Thalia Grace was hopping from tree to tree in abnormal for a human speed, but the huntress was very different than a normal human. For the first time in nine months, the Hunt had received some sort of message from their goddess, and it was to go on some random Hellhound group's trail!

The daughter of Zeus had never been as disappointed with her Mistress as now, what difference did even one Hellhound camp make? This was going to a full-out war with Gaea, they needed to do something, not wait for Olympus to get their chitons out of their butts.

And why had Artemis seemed so somber at delivering the order from Lord Zeus?

Uh, all this thinking was confusing Thalia, so she just concentrated at her current task. Initiating combat at the group of twenty Hellhounds. This was not even supposed to be a challenge for some pesky demigods from Camp Half-Blood. What was really going on?

In Flames – Only for the Weak (if you hate hard rock don't, but those more hyped up should try it; I personally love the song and it suits a fight scene pretty well)

Cocking her arm up at a sign to freeze, the daughter of Zeus pulled out her silver bow and drew a single arrow from her quiver. Her fellow sisters did the same, awaiting the initiating command from their Lieutenant.

At once, seventeen arrows with silver feathers at the end flew at the Hellhounds, every single one somehow hitting a different mutt. Afterwards, six of the seventeen Hunters of Artemis jumped on the ground, drawing their hunting knives, excluding Thalia, who stood at the very front of the melee party. She was using her familiar spear and shield, the face of Medusa glaring at the left monsters.

But immediately everything went wrong. Shadows condensed and from before the trees, twenty more beasts pounced. Thalia's first instinct was to leap forward, to protect her sisters, not knowing, that she was the actual target of this attack.

While managing to kill seventeen more of the black dogs with red eyes, the six ones left quickly surrounded Thalia, eager to get back to the Underworld.

The daughter of Zeus was viciously defending herself, cursing in her head for separating from the other Hunters. Dodging a claw aimed at her shoulder and impaling with her lightning-infused spearhead a different Hellhound, Thalia was almost done with all monsters.

Almost.

The third last beast managed to sneak in a swipe at the shin of the girl with a single claw, making Thalia scream out in pain, losing her concentration in the moment and dropping the shaft of the spear.

The Hunt could only watch, frozen in fear and with pale faces, as the last Hellhound, a second before being killed by Phoebe, made a swing directly from the daughter of Zeus' shoulder, aimed diagonally to her waist.

A millisecond before the claws connected with Thalia's flesh, lightning bolts boomed everywhere, deafening every single huntress. Thalia erupted in the yellow flash of light, making her last stand. A beautiful death if there was one.

Nobody present realized the sound was actually the breaking of the sound barrier.

Neither did they notice the winged man, flying with more than 1300 km/h, carrying the daughter of Zeus' limb body.

You should probably stop the song here, if you decided to play it.

This is probably very disappointing for most people, since I have not updated in a long time and this chapter is incredibly short and overall filler content. I'm sorry, but there really is no other option right now. Hopefully, an update will be ready about the next weekend. Sadly, no promises.

So, recently, I have been drowning in the sheer awesomeness of the stories Xenomorphic and Son of Jashin by DelayedInspiration. While I am not a fan of anime or crossovers overall, I seriously recommend this author to anybody. I did not even have any knowledge of Naruto and very little of AlienVPredator and still thought both were amazing.

And, hopefully, you enjoyed this chapter, read my atrocious Author Notes, and reviewed!