Disclaimer: Not mine.

It's been ten thousand years since I left Earth. Ten thousand years since I was tortured and killed. And in the last ten thousand years I have found my family.

Chaos is now my father. My elite team, made up of Nico/Omega, Luke/Epsilon, Silena/Beauty, Charles/Forge, Clarisse/war, Conner/Jester, Travis/Pranker, Zoe/Huntress and Bianca/Angel are my brothers and sisters. Together, we've had a lot of fun over the last 10,000 years.

I'm not sure weather I hate the Olympians for my death or not. Sure, they unfairly killed me, but if they hadn't then I wouldn't have found Chaos, and these last years have been the happiest of my life, including my time with Annabeth. All the others in my team know what happened with the Olympians and with Annabeth. They are unanimous. They hate most of the Olympians, and they really hate Annabeth. And whilst I might not hate the gods, I do hate Annabeth for what she did to me.

But I guess I'm going to have to put that hatred aside if I am to do as my father asked.

Flashback to earlier that day

My Elite team was summoned to Chaos's office ten minutes ago. It must be another assignment. The Elite team doesn't get to go on assignments as a whole very often, but this looks like one of those rare occasions.

"Elite team." Chaos began, nervously shuffling paper on his desk. "I need you to help stop someone with the intent of taking over the world."

"Where is the trouble exactly?" I asked, a sick feeling beginning in the pit of my stomach. I don't think I am going to like Chaos's answer and by the way he's avoiding meeting my eye he doesn't think I'll like it either.

"Earth. I need you to help the gods win another war, this time against Tartarus and Nyx." Chaos finally met my eyes, and like always I could clearly see the emotion in his. He was feeling primarily worry, pain and sadness about having to ask me to go back there. However he was also feeling resolve, and I knew that this was important to him somehow.

All of that took a few seconds, in which my team had been yelling objections and obscenities at Chaos. They knew about all of the pain and betrayal I felt there, and objected to the mission on my behalf. But for some reason Chaos thought that it needed doing, so that was what we'd do.

I stood up. "We'll do it." I told Chaos. "But you owe me huge after this."

Chaos nodded, and I walked out.

End of Flashback

So that was that then. Sentenced back to Earth. I sighed. I'm going to regret agreeing to go back, I know it. I collapsed onto my bed and quickly fell asleep.

But of course, I couldn't have a dreamless sleep. Oh no.

I'm tied up in the amphitheatre. I hurt everywhere. Sweat and blood covers my skin. My bare chest, covered in bruises, throbs in anticipation of what I am about to suffer. Hephaestus hands the cherry-red brand to Poseidon, my ex-father. He holds it steadily, steel in his eyes. He walks over to me and presses the words to my chest. I grit my teeth. I refuse to scream. I refuse.

Red-hot pain shot through me and I struggled to keep still as my nerves screamed for relief. I knew that if I moved it would hurt more. Finally Poseidon pulled the brand away from my charred, melted flesh. I looked down at the words, forever stuck on my chest: Traitor to Olympus.

Three horn blasts came from the center of camp. An attack. I felt my heartbeat stutter and my vision dim. I'd lost too much blood. I heard screams of pain from campers and monsters roaring in triumph. I hope they're okay. The campers didn't do anything to hurt me.

My heartbeat stopped. So did my breathing. Darkness consumed me. My last thought was, I'm really dying. Not almost dying, not I'll be back dying. Just dying. Dead. The End.

Kinda grim. Quite painful. Still reading? Good.

Shib.