Hey there! Here's my next chapter!

bluedolphin12: This is a different Chaos. Firstly, I didn't know Chaos was in greek myths, but then again, I don't think anyone did. This isn't the mother of the universe, but rather some jealous force that wants to rule it.

Anyway, hope this chapter's not too bad.

Ch 2

"Come on, Seaweed Brain, wake up already!" Annabeth banged on the door of the Poseidon cabin again. She was starting to get worried. Percy wasn't responding. The best thing she could come up with is that he'd overslept. After all, that was a side affect of the Achilles curse.

Even so, he'd already missed breakfast. She didn't want him to miss anymore of today.

"Don't make me come in there," she warned, but there was no response. Finally she opened the door to his cabin, and gasped in shock.

Nobody was there.

Sure, the bed was all messed up, as if he'd been sleeping there not too long ago, and some of his belongings were there, but he wasn't. Immediately a million different scenarios popped up in her mind, and she automatically started dismissing the most ridiculous ones. Finally she decided that he was just somewhere else in camp, and that he had left without her noticing. Even that one was flawed, though, because of the simple fact that she had seen him nowhere at breakfast.

And as she searched, she became only more worried when she still couldn't find him anywhere. Eventually, her searching caused her to run into a nervous-looking Grover. Suddenly, Annabeth remembered the empathy link he had with Percy, and then she had an idea.

"Hey, Grover, do you know where Percy is? Or if anything happened to him?" she asked. The satyr only looked more scared.

"That's the problem," he replied. "I don't. All I know is that something bad must have happened, because I had a bad feeling when I woke up this morning."

"Oh, gods," she whispered. She felt tears coming to her eyes, but she held them in. Even so, the satyr must have noticed her distress, because he suggested, "Maybe we can go talk to Chiron about it."

Annabeth nodded. Chiron would probably know. In all his thousands of years of experience, there had to be something he knew about Percy's disappearance. The only question was, would he tell them what happened exactly or leave them to find out?

When they reached the Big House, the centaur was already there, looking at them as if he'd expected them to come. Then, he asked, "You're looking for Percy, I presume?"

When she nodded, Chiron sighed. "It's about time, then," he said slowly, "that I tell you about Chaos."

When the Dursleys woke up to find their nephew (or in the case of their son Dudley, his cousin) Harry disappeared without a trace, they didn't think much of it. He was probably off with his kind, and with any luck, they would never have to deal with him (or any other wizards) ever again. Good riddance for that.

But when wizards showed up at their doorstep, asking where he was, the Dursleys were a bit frightened.

"We don't know where the bloody hell he is!" yelled Harry's uncle Vernon.

"We just woke up one day, and saw him gone," added his aunt Petunia. "We figured he was off with some of your lot, so we didn't think much of it."

Dudley, of course, didn't say anything. He was too scared of the wizards to do so.

The wizards looked terrified. They murmured, "Not You-Know-Who!" Then, they disappeared with a crack.

Harry's friends, Ron and Hermione, did not take the news well.

"We have to find him!" Ron exclaimed.

"And before You-Know-Who gets to him," Hermione added. She didn't bother think of the possibility that the Dark Lord may have already done so.

"You're not searching for him," Mrs. Weasley told them. "It's too dangerous!"

"She's right," growled Moody. "Besides, you have school to worry about."

"It doesn't really matter though," protested Hermione. "We were going to look for Horcruxes, anyway."

It was silent for a moment, until an owl flew inside. Mr. Weasley went to go get it.

"It's for you," he said, offering the parcel the owl was carrying to Ron and Hermione. Hermione accepted it, and opened it.

Inside there was a book and a letter. She read the letter out loud.

Dear Mr. Ronald Weasley and Ms. Hermione Granger,

It has come to my attention that Mr. Harry James Potter is nowhere to be found. Apparently, Dumbledore knew something about this, for this book was left to you in his will. There are various other things he left, but I sent this because it is supposed to inform you of Mr. Potter's whereabouts. I highly suggest, though, that you let the adult wizards handle this matter.

Sincerely,

Cornelius Fudge

Minister of Magic

"Well, then, the matter's settled, then," said Lupin. "We'll start the search tomorrow, if not today."

"But what about us?" protested Ron and Hermione at once.

"Dumbledore left the book to us, so shouldn't we be the ones searching?" added Ron.

"But Fudge said to let the adults handle it," countered Moody.

"Stop!" Ron's younger sister, Ginny, suddenly yelled. Everyone turned to her, staring.

"Look," she said, a bit calmer. "Just let them do it. I'm sure Dumbledore meant for Ron and Hermione to find him if he left them the book. Besides, we're not getting anywhere by arguing."

It was quiet for a while. Finally, Hermione picked up the little book, which lay abandoned on the couch, and read the title.

"The Downfall of Chaos."

Where is he? Saphira roared.

She was searching for Eragon, of course. He wasn't there when she had woken up, and she had suspected he had gone somewhere else, even though she had a bad feeling about his not being there. She'd just hoped he wasn't getting himself into trouble, something he always managed to do when she wasn't around.

Saphira! What are you doing! Cried the voice of the elf princess, Arya. The sapphire dragon showed her what had happened.

But that's impossible, Arya stated, shocked. His guards would have known if he had left his tent.

Then what did happen? Saphira growled. He couldn't have possibly disappeared into thin air without anyone knowing. He has to be somewhere.

But it made no sense that he couldn't hear her. The only things she could come up with was that he was blocking his mind from her, or that for some reason, he wasn't even in the camp. And more and more it seemed like the latter choice was true.

At one point, Eragon's cousin Roran emerged from his tent not too far away.

"What's wrong with Saphira?" he asked. "I do not mean to offend her, but Katrina is trying to sleep, and-"

Arya cut him off. "She's very distressed right now," she explained. "It's your cousin. We don't know where he is."

Roran was shocked. "How? How did this happen?" he asked.

"That's what we're trying to find out."

When Nasuada heard the news, she visibly paled. But soon enough she started talking strategy, planning on how to search for him without Galbatorix finding out (assuming that his disappearance didn't have anything to do with Galbatorix). But when she started mentioning the idea of Saphira staying, Saphira cut her of with a growl.

No, she replied viscously. I am not staying. Not when he's in danger.

"But you must!" Nasuada responded fiercely. "If the Empire knows he's gone, then they'll no doubt attack."

Saphira growled again, and suddenly had an idea. She got up, flew around the perimeter of the camp, breathing a special kind of fire around it.

There, she replied firmly. That should protect you from enemies. You don't have to worry about Galbatorix's army now.

"Still, where are we going to find him?

"I know where," replied a familiar voice.

Everyone turned around. It was Angela.

"You see, I was told a story once," she said. "A story about a man named Chaos. And it has everything to do with Eragon's disappearance."