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Chapter 2
Somewhere in the Ocean
The man stood at the edge of the boat, wind ruffling his sun bleached hair. A girl with long billowing pale hair. If you looked closely, you could see a light tinge of blonde in her hair, and grey eyes of a stormy night walked up next to him and gripped the man's hand. His eyes were once green like the ocean, and sparkled in the light, they sometimes said. If that was true, then he was a shadow of his former self. The two were called Conquest and Famine. The second half of the most elite group of warriors of the primordial Chaos, the Horsemen of Chaos. It had been five thousand years since they had been dubbed traitors. But Chaos gave him monthly updates when he had been made a Horsemen. The rest of the Seven had been made immortal, but had basically spent their whole life at Camp Jupiter after finding out two sevenths of their group had been selling them out to Gaea. They, and Thalia and Nico, were the only ones who had kept on believing they were still out there somewhere. They were the only ones that were right. Nico was always disappearing for weeks to months on end, searching for Percy and Annabeth, mainly in the Underworld, coming back only for his boyfriend Will Solace, who Apollo had granted an immortality, unless he died in battle (like a Hunter's immortality). Sofia and Cadmus, having been made immortal for their 'chivalry' as well, were basically the leaders of CHB, with Sofia's intelligence, and Cadmus' ability with weaponry. The god's had sided with the two, even Athena and Poseidon, though Athena wasn't too happy with yet another one of her favourite daughters dating a son of Poseidon. And Poseidon hadn't believed his son was a traitor at first, pointing out is faithful flaw was loyalty. But eventually he cracked under the persuasiveness of his other son Cadmus, who had been following word for word to what Sofia had told him to say. So the gods has hated them. But Chaos had recruited them when they were both nineteen. Conquest hadn't left his boat since, well, ever, once he had become Conquest. Famine sometimes visited Conquest on the boat, but usually she roamed the world, with her pearl white raven, ever present, Lia.
"I have to go back to land soon, 'kay?" Famine said, Lia, perched on her shoulder. Conquest massaged Famine's shoulder and lent on her shoulder.
"Why can't you stay with me, for a while longer?" Conquest said a little sadly. For the thousands of years he had been Conquest, he had shown no mercy, no pity, except to Famine, and occasionally Chaos.
"I don't know, Conquest," Famine said sadly.
"Oh there'll be no need of that," a voice said softly behind us. Of course, both of us knew that voice well. I turned and bowed, Famine right next to me.
"My lady," Conquest said respectfully. A lady with billowing robes flowing around, although there was hardly a breeze. Pale hair, flew around her angular face.
"Oh pish and tosh, Percy darling. Just call me Chaos. It sounds so formal…and are we not friends? You too, Annabeth," Chaos said fondly, waving her hand.
"With all due respect, my la…Chaos, please do not call me Percy. That is my name any longer," Conquest said stiffly, head still bowed, Famine giving a slight nod.
"Oh, but isn't it your name? And isn't Perseus a pretty name? I had a fondness for that particular hero. And Annabeth is just a wonderful name, is it not?" Chaos said merrily. Famine nodded tightly, obviously disagreeing.
"Oh do stand up you two, it looks so uncomfortable down there. And I need to tell you the reason I am here today," Chaos said. They rose from the deck and stared into their master's eyes.
"The reason I am here is, well, I have a mission for both of you. A new villain
"Who is…'we'?" Famine said stiffly. They both knew the answer, though.
"Camp Half blood and Camp Jupiter, obviously. I'm calling all of the four horsemen to help them out," Chaos said.
"All of them? But, my… ow," Famine hissed, as Conquest elbowed her ribs, not unlike how she had done the night they had been cast away. Faintly he smiled, wondering when they had switched places.
"I'm sorry my lady. What she means is, why must the four of us face this villain?
I'm sure Famine and I could take on whoever it is," Conquest said. Famine and he didn't harbour any feelings for the other half of the elite group of Horsemen. Famine had once ran across Death in her travels once, and apparently they had accidently made a city freeze, causing 90% of the population die. Whoops. And War had almost killed Lia and her. And he had been in a block of ice in the Arctic for about three weeks. She had been intended it to be a season, but, being an immortal with thousands of years practice, plus the fact he was War, it was only a third of the time.
"Well of course Percy. This villain isn't just the Titans, or the Council of Olympians, in which, I'm positive you will succeed. But this…this is someone possibly as powerful as one of you, perhaps more, plus an army equal every single god combined. You need all the help you can get. Unless you still would like to deal with it by yourself and the poor old Camps?" Chaos said nonchalantly, her eyes alight, daring him to say yes.
"Of course we shall fight with the other two. Whatever you wish, my lady," Conquest said stoutly.
"And there you are with the 'my lady' comments again! Honestly, Percy, I'm beginning to feel insulted that you don't think us friends!" Chaos said, pretending to be hurt, a slim hand against her forehead, "Come to Camp Half Blood tomorrow, at sundown. Expect old faces." And with a dismissive wave of her hand, she disappeared.
"Well this will be fun," Conquest said, throwing his tanned hands into the air.
"Always the optimistic one, aren't you sweetie, " Famine said tightly patting Conquest' shoulder.
Council of the Gods
"No, Athena, in no means shall we…" Aphrodite was yelling across the hall, cries crisscrossing the council. No one noticed the gentle glow between Zeus and Poseidon, and the woman who appeared.
"What a nice debate this is. It has been a while since I have seen a good disagreement. Everyone insists on agreeing with me. I suppose it's because I'm always right. And because they would suffer in eternal hell if they said otherwise. But nonetheless, it is touching, seeing how my dear family has been fairing," Chaos said, capturing all the gods and goddess' attention, all jumping in their thrones.
"Well, bloody hell," Ares cursed softly as he prodded himself with his machete.
"My lady, Chaos!" Athena cried out, "I…I do apologize fort that...little dispute. May I ask, why have you decided to grace ourselves with your presence?"
"A fairly good question. Why must I bless all of you wretched little selves with my self?" The gods seemed miffed, not used to being insulted in such a casual attitude.
"The answer is this. A new villain has risen. Not some Titans, or a primordial. But he and his army will be more powerful than all the Camps times three. But…" Chaos said, raising a finger at the retorts that had began to snap at her. "It's even more powerful than Typhon and Echidna combined. And you barely beat them. Your slight chance of beating them disappeared thousands of years ago. Because some people I happen to know falsely accused them of being traitors. You might know them. They happen to have the exact same names as all your children. Oh! And some of them have your names' as well! What a coincidence," Chaos said dryly. The god's gave each other slightly guilty glances. Except for Athena.
"Percy and Annabeth were traitors. Not heroes. They never were," she announced, brave, but incredibly stupid and reckless for a goddess of wisdom. Chaos' head spun around and she trained her eyes into Athena, her slit pupils drilling holes into the goddess of cleverness. The goddess paled visible, and recoiled in fear. She sat back down, her head down.
"Oh do, please continue. I would love to hear what comes next! Your speech was so…intriguing," Chaos said innocently. When the goddess didn't reply, Chaos' gaze flit around the rest of the Council, " Anymore…questions? Good. Luckily for your poor little gods and goddess, Over the thousands of years, I have gathered a group of elite warriors, each stronger than all the Titans and Gods themselves. They are coming to Camp Half Blood at sundown tomorrow. They are the Four Horsemen. Their names are…War. Death. And the two most powerful of them all. Famine and Conquest. First will come the north. Then the south. Then the west and east. "
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