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Author's Note: Sorry for being a little late today, guys. However, this chapter has a little more words than the others. ;)

I think everything is coming along quite well. The only thing I'm missing is reviews to help me improve, although the compliments are nice. =)

I noticed a few mistakes in the last chapter, and had gone back for some editing. If you think a chapter or two has changed somewhat, you're not going insane. It's just me being stupid and making mistakes. =P

Remember! Even good stories need criticism to make it better! But either way, hope you all like this chapter. =)

Chapter 6:

Chaos smiled as she watched her brother track down a deer. It's already been a few centuries since they've arrived on Earth, and both had been able to avoid all the other gods.

She had decided to turn her own essence into wind so she could follow Order, who did not know that he was being observed.

Order had indeed grown powerful under the watchful eyes of Hestia and herself.

Although he had lived a long span of time, Order only took the form of a twelve year old as well as continued to act like one, but his physical strength betrays it since he could now split a mountain with his bare hands if he desired.

But even then, Order was still her lovable and adorable brother with his kind and affectionate personality. He was loyal to his family and friends without a fault.

Chaos was relieved and happy at the fact.

Sometimes, Order would run off by himself and nearly have the other immortals find out about his existence. Chaos had to keep scolding him repeatedly on the matter.

All of the Olympians, other than Hestia, didn't realize that her brother and herself were currently residing on Earth with them right now. Inheriting the powers of the creator, she easily hid their powerful auras so that the gods wouldn't be able to detect them.

Chaos frowned as she thought about the possibility of the gods using her brother as a weapon. Even with her abilities, Order still had enough power to break through her masking barrier if he accidentally uses up too much energy at once.

He was still young, and could be easily manipulated because he easily trusts everyone. However, when they realize that they aren't able to control her brother to the full one hundred percentile...

The gods would then deem him too much of a threat and try to destroy him.

Then again, Chaos agreed that not all immortals had the same malevolent intentions. After they had arrived on Earth, when the Titanomachy had just ended, her brother had befriended various non-god immortals, one of them notably Chiron.

Under Chiron's tutelage, Order grew to be a powerful swordsman and hunter over the years. The Centaur also taught the young immortal how to survive in the wild, such as gathering sustenance or making a smokeless fire with animal dung.

It's not like he needed food since he technically couldn't die, but Order somehow found it entertaining. Chaos was relieved when her little brother had finally taken interest in something that wouldn't attract attention to himself.

Suddenly, Chaos was broken out of her thoughts when she heard her brother yell out. Solidifying into her physical form, she immediately chased after the cry.

"Order!" Chaos called out fearfully, looking desperately around for him. She finally caught found him kneeling on the ground, holding something as thick bronze dust was littered all over the area.

He had easily dispatched a pack of monsters with little effort. Order's dual coloured pupils were glowing in an angry red as he had used his inherited power for the first time in a millenia.

The power to eradicate the supernatural. But did he do it all to save an animal?

"No, not an animal." Chaos realized as she approached for a closer look. Encased in Order's arms was a little auburn haired girl about 11 years old who had golden blood pouring out from multiple cuts.

She must have been the one being chased by those monsters. Wait a second...

Is that?...

Oh no. Golden blood. Ichor.

It was an immortal, and not just any normal immortal. It was an Olympian.

Artemis, daughter of Zeus.

"Order! We must go, they might be watching!" Chaos hissed to her brother, who turned towards her in shock. "Put her down, I'll heal her but we must leave now!"

Holding her hand out, a essence of light enveloped over the girl. Her cuts and scrapes immediately disappeared, as if it had never existed in the first place.

Unfortunately, the girl's eyes decided to open just then, revealing a beautiful colour of silver that seemed to have captivated Order as he continued to hold her. "W-Who are you? Did you save me?"

Great. Now she had seen them as well.

"Order! Leave her already!" Chaos was furious at this point. Grabbing her brother by the ear, she ignored his yelp of pain as she transformed their essence into atoms, vanishing into the empty air without a trace.

Artemis gaped as she collapsed back on the ground. She began to lose consciousness as fatigue and darkness began to overtake her.

She noticed that the rest of her family had flashed in after the sudden surge of power, looking for the source. Apollo had already ran up to her prone form and was checking her pulse, asking her questions that she couldn't hear.

However, she already had drifted off to sleep, with only one word formed on her lips.

"Order."

Present Day, Morning, Hunter's Campsite:

Annabeth was a proud person. She would openly admit this to almost any person. It was a brutal fact. One which she could not deny.

Annabeth was proud about many things. She was proud of her intelligence. She was proud of her skills. She was even proud of her looks.

Like Athena would ever make an ugly child.

No, the girl was, is, and always will be proud. In fact, she felt that she had the right to be proud. She has done what most demigods have not.

Annabeth had survived.

Most demigods die long before they could do anything significant. This was especially true for the children of Athena.

Athena's children were smart and wise. They could easily think on their feet. Their strategies were ones that helped win wars.

Yes, they were great, but they were never the strongest fighters.

Children of Athena could avoid fighting. They could escape a battle with monsters. They could ever lead armies to victory. They could not, however, fight to the death with mere combat abilities and win.

No, that was the other demigods' specialties.

So, despite her pride, Annabeth was never ungrateful when she needed help and was saved.

After she was saved from the manticore, she was too shocked to say anything. Everything had happened so fast. Annabeth was in a haze as the camp was set up, and she wasn't even in her right mind at the time.

Before she knew it, she was asleep after seeing the two brothers leave to find Artemis. Exhaustion and stress had finally caught up to her.

The next thing Annabeth knew, Thalia was waking her up.

Annabeth had thought about what happened on the previous day. Grover made a fool out of himself. Thalia had a shouting match with the Hunters's Lieutenant, and Bianca had joined the Hunters officially. That was the biggest let down.

All that work for nothing. And apparently, they were all heading back to the camp with the Hunters.

Oh joy.

The biggest shock was that the brothers (Percy and Perry something) were coming with them as well. This pleased Annabeth. Now, she had her chance to formally thank the young man that had saved her.

And so she did.

"Excuse me, Perry?" Annabeth made sure to be polite.

"Yes?" They both seemed to be deep in thought as the dual coloured eyed brother answered her. Perry didn't even look at her. He was merely waiting for Apollo to arrive, just like the rest of them.

"Thank you for saving me. If you did not help, I'm not sure what would have happened." Annabeth sincerely showed her appreciation.

"Think nothing of it." Perry did not seem interested in being thanked.

"Well it's hard not to when you almost died." Annabeth stated to the warrior.

"Hmm... I am sure that was not your first near death experience and I am sure that it will not be your last." Perry spoke the truth as he finally turned to her. A hero's life was dangerous.

"Yes, I suppose that the next battle will be as dangerous as the last." Annabeth said in a matter-of-fact voice.

"...Exactly what a child of Athena would say..." Percy cut into their conversation. This was not a compliment, but it was not an insult either.

Annabeth could not really discern the tone in his voice.

"What do you mean by that?" Annabeth could not decide whether she was insulted or not. This man stated that she acted like a daughter of Athena should act like, but this was not said in a praising voice. He only seemed to be judging her character.

"Almost all of Athena's children act the same way and say the same things. They seem to lack originality." Percy continued. Now Annabeth was truly insulted.

Her pride demanded that she say something back to him.

"How dare you judge me and my siblings!" She hissed, "What do you know of my family?"

"...I know enough." Percy still did not look at her. Such rudeness only made Annabeth angrier.

"Well, I'll have you know tha-" She was cut off.

"Annabeth, why are being so loud?" Thalia asked her. She and Grover seemed to have stopped their conversation in favor of stopping Annabeth from making such a scene.

"This man just insulted my mother and siblings!" Annabeth angrily spat.

Shock, confusion, and curiosity spread through her friend's faces. It was never a good idea to insult Annabeth.

"I did no such thing. I merely stated an observation that I have made over the years." Percy was oddly calm as he looked to the horizon. An angry Annabeth did not worry him at all.

"An observation that clearly wrong! Everyone in my family is completely original." Annabeth stuck her nose up in the air.

She would make him take back his comment.

Thalia and Grover all looked at each other. This was not a good situation. Annabeth could argue for hours. They silently decided to stay out of it. Even if they kind of agreed with Percy on the matter.

"Really? So everyone of your siblings does not ask questions constantly? The children of Athena do not all seek knowledge only to flaunt said knowledge when it is received? They do not all quote old sayings constantly and act like they are better for being blessed with the gift of wisdom?" Percy asked.

Annabeth flinched for a moment. That sounded exactly like her and her siblings. Every word Percy said was true. That, however, would not stop her from arguing.

"Ok they do, but..." Her sentence ended there.

Percy had finally turned to look at her. Annabeth was shocked at what she saw. Several emotions flickered through his features, even if only for a portion of a second.

First, she saw recognition and remembrance. It was like he was recalling an old dream. Then, she saw grief and despair. He look like someone who had lost everything, family included, in a house fire.

Then, he just looked old. Not his face mind you.

His eyes did.

They reminded Annabeth of Chiron. They were the eyes of someone who had lived far too long. Unlike Chiron's eyes, Percy's eyes lacked one important factor. One which causes Chiron to go on and live his life in peace.

Hope.

Percy's eyes lacked hope. They lacked the will to go on. His eyes were the eyes of a man who had long since given up.

Then again, she noted that Perry eyes weren't as bleak, not yet at least. He was the only anchor that kept Percy sane now. But who know how long it'll take before Perry gives in to despair as well.

Annabeth could no longer say anything. She was at a loss for words.

"I apologize, I did not mean to say that your family is not unique. They all just seem to act alike. They just try to be like their mother." Percy's words did not sound apologetic.

In fact, they were monotonous, but Annabeth knew that was the best she would ever get.

"All right..." Annabeth accepted his words.

For a moment, Annabeth's friends looked shocked. This shock was short lived when Percy spoke again.

"The sun is rising. You should close your eyes if you enjoy seeing."

And so they did.

Nico was definitely not crying. No, sir. A hero like him would never cry. He had to be brave. Even if he was now alone in the world.

After the twins had left to talk to Artemis, Nico went into the woods. He had told them that he needed to use the bathroom.

He knew that no one believed him.

"Sob... Oh... Ahh..." Nico had never felt so bad. Even when he lost his mother, he still had his sister. She was his everything. There was nothing to comfort him now.

He was falling into despair. No one had ever cared for him. Only his sister had stuck up for him. It was them against the world.

And now it was only him.

He had been abandoned. At the time he need help the most, he had been left behind. His sister had left him to the wolves. And he... And he...

He couldn't bring himself to blame her. She had sacrificed a lot for him. She gave up her happiness often for him. Now, she was being selfish. He accepted that and hoped that she would be happy for the rest of eternity.

That did not stop the tears, though.

"Ohh... Mommy... I wish... That... You were... Here... Sob." Nico let out every bit of stress that he had been holding in. Bianca had never cried, so he always held it in.

Now she was gone and he just let it all go.

"Nico." A voice spoke softly to him.

Nico gasped. He did not want anyone to see him. He could tell already that these people would criticize him for crying.

He quickly wiped his eyes and stumbled to his feet. Shame filled his heart when he saw who it was.

Percy was standing over him. His face was perfectly neutral as he stared at him. Nico wished that anyone else had come to find him, even Perry.

To have his new role model see him so weak was a disgrace.

"Percy... I was just... I was going to... I'm sorry." Nico looked at the ground. He was disgusted with himself. Now Percy will forever think that he is weak.

Suddenly, Nico felt a hand on his shoulder. Slowly Nico looked up. Percy was now on one knee in front of him. They were now at eye level with each other.

"Do not apologize." Percy's face did not show pity or even any concern whatsoever, although he thought that he saw a flicker of concern in his dull green eyes. Did he see it? Or did he just imagine it?

"But heroes are not supposed to cry." Nico knew a lot of stories. No hero had ever cried in their stories.

"Says who? The gods? Other heroes? The pompous? They are lying." Percy's voice did not waver for a moment.

"They are?" Nico meekly asked.

"Yes, no matter what remember, you are still human. You will feel. You will stumble. You will fail. That is what it means to be human." Percy looked Nico right in the eyes. He paused for a moment and then continued.

"Others will say that showing such emotions is a weakness. They know nothing. If you are happy, smile. If you are angry, let it out and let it go. If you are sad, then deal with it in the best possible way." Percy patted his back reassuringly.

"If you need to be alone, that is fine. If you need comfort, that is fine. If you need to cry, then cry, because there is no shame in showing your grief. Especially if you just lost a family member." Perry suddenly appeared behind Nico and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze.

It reminded Nico of what older brothers would do when they comfort a younger sibling.

Nico was silent as he wiped his eyes. Then he said, "Thank you, Percy, Perry."

"You're welcome. Now, come. Our ride to Camp Half-blood is waiting." Perry patted his head.

Author's Note: Aww... a brotherly Nico and Percy and Perry moment. =)

Anyways, how was this chapter? I think I did pretty good. Please notify me of any mistakes. =D

Order's power is something I have thought of before I even had the idea to write this fic, but didn't see a good plot to incorporate in. Now I do though. =)

For anyone who have watched A Certain Magical Index, you'll know what I'm talking about. XD

Also, tomorrow I might take tomorrow off. But who knows? It might change with the amount of reviews I get. ;)

See you all next time!