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During the year after the giant war, Percy's life fell into a routine. He still trained and lead the camp. As soon as he returned from the war, the Romans gave him back the position of praetor. He didn't really want it but Reyna believed that he was the best suited person for it at camp and apparently everyone at camp believed the same thing. He didn't want to let everyone down so he accepted the position. One thing which was good about it was that Percy had to work a lot and during his free time he trained. This made him to busy to grieve. He really didn't like the free days because then he remembered the huge losses that he suffered. Every time he became lost in memory he felt a pain so intense that he found it hard to breath.
Living among the Romans did help him come around eventually, though. However, he never visited camp Half-Blood. That was one trip that he could not take. Reyna helped him out a lot. Ever since Percy discovered that he liked her, life became easier. He found the person that kept him in check and helped him fight against the pain. With her he felt like his old self, carefree and happy. Besides Reyna possibly was one of the few people who understood his loss. So they kept together, leading the camp. Percy though that if his life continued like this, he could actually end up happy. He would be praetor for ten more years and then he could go to college and live in New Rome. He wouldn't have to worry about the problems of the world anymore. He fought two major battles, became the hero of Olympus, the hero who lead and won the wars. Both of the chapters have been repeated and now he could finally relax. Well did that happen? Of course not.
Percy had already come to terms with the fact that he had the worst luck ever. He was dragged into two wars, got attacked by every monster, giant and god possible, lost many people he deeply cared about and was used as a pawn by both titans and one of the most evil goddess that existed. There were a few bright moments, like his friends, Reyna and Annabeth while she was alive. Mostly however, many would agree that his life sucked. So he shouldn't have been so surprised when fate had given him an unpleasant surprise once again.
It was an average day at camp Jupiter. In the morning Percy got up and went through his everyday routine. He lived in the second praetor house which had once belonged to Jason. Jason left the Roman camp and had not intent for coming back. Everyone he cared about and was friends with was now at the Greek camp. Besides Percy knew that one of the reasons that Jason hadn't returned was to give him the opportunity to recover and start a new life. Jason knew that Percy couldn't return to his old home, so he offered his instead. Percy would always be grateful to him for that. Even though they fought plenty of times, they were still like brothers. Jason's house now was officially Percy's. He didn't have a lot of stuff and because of that it was half empty and messed up. Even though he was mostly Roman now, Percy still could never be as organized and orderly as most Romans were. Instead everything was thrown on the floor and the bed was never made up. Reyna came into his house once in a while to force him to clean up. Eventually she would do most of the things for him and call him hopeless.
Most of Percy's praetor duties consisted of arranging war games two times a week, monitoring new recruits and helping organize the camp activities. He was the person to whom everyone ran to with questions. He was basically this camps version of Chiron. The other thing that Percy did was teach sword fighting. Greek sword fighting. It has been agreed that both the Greeks and Romans should be familiar with each others fighting styles now that the camps have been revealed. Some Greek demigods were exchanged with roman demigods among camps for them to learn about each other. That way enmity was less common because the demigods grew up learning about both cultures and understanding both points of view. Percy could not teach Roman fighting because he was born Greek, however he was the best swordsman of both camps. In fact he was possibly the best swordsman in centuries. Jason was very good too, but even he was no match for Percy for whom sword fighting was second nature.
Every morning after breakfast, he held his class. Many demigods came to learn from him. Percy found it ironic that he had always detested the teaching profession and yet ended up as a teacher himself. This teaching was different though. It was practice and doing something he loved all together. After his morning class, he would go around organizing new activities and organizing new war games. It was his job to take care of the whole camp, check its security and the abilities of the warriors. When he had free time, he would hang out with his friends from the fifth Cohort or swim. Swimming was the thing he loved the most. Just being in water made him content. Sometimes he would go to the ocean to just feel closer to his father. Percy could get used to a life like this. If he was given the opportunity that is.
It all happened unexpectedly. Percy and Reyna were gathering the campers for evening muster when the ground began to shake. Earthquakes were common in California so Percy wasn't worried at first. However, then the sky began to darken and the air began to condense into a form. Something was making an appearance. Percy would have thought it to be one of the Olympian gods but whatever was coming was something way more powerful. Percy could feel its aura of power. A being materialized before the demigods. It was as dark as midnight and its skin seemed to be made out of the night sky. A person could see stars and galaxies on it. Its eyes were black voids. They contained nothing, literally nothing and Percy found it really creepy to look into them. Percy may not have known mythology really well after all these years but even he could guess who this being was. However, he decided to ask, in case he was mistaken.
" Who are you?" He demanded. The being trained its void eyes on him.
" Don't you have any manners?" it said in an ancient voice which made Percy's insides freeze, " Learn how to address your elders. Yet I did not expect nothing less from you Perseus Jackson."
The being knew him and Percy expected that. Most gods knew him. What surprised him was the its manner of speaking. Its voice was amused yet serious and time seemed to stop as it talked. Not the Kronos time stop. Time just didn't exist anymore. Percy felt like they were moved to a different dimension. The creature was obviously powerful but Percy was as impertinent as always. This was his camp, so he addressed everyone as he wanted to.
" You didn't answer my question." Percy said. The being continued to stare at Percy and he got the feeling that he was about to get blasted to dust. However, it just laughed. Hard.
" So impatient." The being boomed, " Very well demigod, I will answer your question, maybe then you will learn how to speak with me properly. I am Chaos, creator of the universe and the oldest Primordial god."