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Chapter 3: Chaos Theory pt 3
3rd person POV
The Western civilization. The heart of the Glecto-Roman gods. Where the gods have grown with the advances of man, influencing and yet being influenced at the same time, yet somehow never forgetting their roots. Regardless, immortals often do forget their purpose, and that is all too true for these gods.
The Northern Regions, far out of the reach of the Glecto-Roman gods. But home to that of the Nordic Gods… or at least, it used to be. Ragnarok had befallen the City of Asgard and it's gods millennia ago, leaving in it's wake none but a few survivors and a fallen ruined city of shattered dreams.
The Great Deserts. Home to the Egyptian Gods. Where often they bore a herald known as the Pharaoh to lead their people. But time gave way to change, and with a change of governing system, with democracy over divinity, these gods slowly wait within the great pyramids, for the day that they might return once more, for without a herald, their reign had easily come to an end.
The Middle East. Where heroes such as the great Simbad sailed the seas, facing beasts and threats that many other men could not. These areas were not under a Pantheon of gods, but were instead a land of adventure, where only the brave and cunning could rise to rule.
The Hindu pantheon. Also having hundreds of god for various domains. Often seen to be a very artistic pantheon, with beautiful artwork of their power and beauty often in the form of paintings and statues.
Japan. Home to the Shinto gods who reigned over their people. Bringing to their followers great culture and skills of which they were the first to obtain. Eventually becoming a technologically dependent people, their followers slowly disappeared, leaving yet another pantheon of gods to wallow in wait for a day of return.
China. Home to that of the Chinese deities. Beseeched by those who needed helped, and in exchange for offerings, extended their help to these people. Often seen to be a very relaxed group of higher beings, they are often seen to be in feasting, celebration or relaxation.
All of these VERY distinct cultures, all of which had one thing in common. The mist. In particular, the opaque mist. The mist which had kept them all separated for so many millennia, a mist which now begins to fade, and if these cultures were to clash without a bridging, the results would be catastrophic. A divine war that would shake the earth itself to it's very core. The very universe would be at stake, for this was all, at least almost all, the creation of Chaos, and a world often takes after it's creator, does it not?
But the legends told of two heroes, born with the blood of all the pantheons flowing in their veins, never fully immortal for the blood of two gods from the same pantheon never mixed for every generation, and it would be destined that these two would bring the power of order to chaos and bring to all the gods a new age of peace. But fate is never truly written in stone, and many things could happen in the process, but one thing is for sure. The time had come where these heroes now walk the Earth, patiently waiting and training for the war to come.
Percy's POV
"Aww, come on Scipio give us a break!" I called out utterly exasperated. We had been training for several hours non-stop and currently, Scipio was training me personally with my new weapon, the warglaive, while Thalia and Nico were sparring to practice their new found control over their elemental abilities.
"Fine… you have been working hard, I guess you guys deserve a good long rest." Scipio said.
It had been a month since Scipio had begun training us and that began about a week after I left camp, Thalia was removes from the ranks of the hunters and Nico was chased out of the underworld. Coincidentally all happening at the same time. Scipio told us that soon we would be swearing ourselves into a group. This group would be much like the hunter's kind of group, except there wouldn't be an immortal in charge, instead we would set rules that we were to abide to and any changes would have to be unanimously agreed on by the founding members, namely Scipio, Thalia, Nico and myself.
We sat down at the side of the hill where we had been training and I let out a sigh of relief. I looked over and saw Thalia and Nico sitting close to each other, laughing and joking around. This time with Scipio, though somewhat brief, has had drastic effects on all of us, considering the situations that we were in before, it isn't much of a surprise.
Thalia had become somewhat more subtle, she still had her spiky hair and mostly black clothes, but her temper wasn't nearly as fiery as it was before this, she had also become more conscious to her fatal flaw which within a day of training us, Scipio easily identified as Lust for power. Not necessarily a bad thing, he had told us, although it may provide complications when being bribed by enemies as cunning as Prometheus and/or Kronos, a person with Lust for power often could seize control of a situation in Chaos and take charge, all in a, not surprisingly, Lust for power.
Nico had definitely become more cheerful. The bags under his eyes had begun to fade and he laughed more often than he sulked. His Grudge holding had also begun to ease up. He no longer felt anger and resentment towards every small offence he took and Scipio had taught him how to let go of his anger in meditation and within a week of that, he was a completely refreshed teenage guy. He was also far less timid, charging three dozen Cyclops's without so much as a moment's hesitation, only taking brief looks to make sure that the people he cared about were alright.
Honesty, the only people that can't tell that they're in love with each other is them….
As for myself… I'm not entirely sure. I was far less trusting now and most definitely quieter, but some things had happened that opened my eyes to understand how I really felt, and for that, I have Scipio to thank…
Flashback
"YOU DARE MENTION THAT BITCH TO ME?" I screamed at Scipio.
"Yes, yes I do." He said calmly almost TOO calmly, which only made me more angry. "The same Annabeth Minerva Chase you used to call your 'Wise Girl', the same Annabeth Minerva Chase you deemed your best friend, the same Annabeth Minerva Chase you fell in love with." He paused.
"The same Annabeth Minerva Chase that trashed your love in exchange for your brother's Lust."
I snapped there and then. I charged him, warglaive held high above my head. I slashed at him. It was futile, I knew it, he was far more battle experienced than me, far more skillful, but logic didn't matter to me much in my rage. I slashed for his head, he dodged. I slashed again and again. He had no weapon drawn, all he was doing was avoiding my blows, but that didn't stop him from talking.
"The same Annabeth Minerva Chase you loved with all your heart." I slashed again, he side-stepped but now smacked the blunt end of my blade, getting the sharp edge stuck in the ground. He moved slowly back.
"The same Annabeth Minerva Chase that you were going to propose to." I growled in frustration and pulled the blade out of the ground. I threw the warglaive in an arc fashion, it flew towards him but he bent backwards and dodged, the boomerang effect came into play and it flew towards his back, but he back flipped over it as I began to charge, I caught the blade mid-flight and sliced towards him, only to get m blade stuck in a Tree. I fumed with rage. I knew that Nico and Thalia weren't around, Scipio had sent them to hunt a pack of Lycaon's werewolves. I charged him againand this time used the moisture in the air to increase my speed and strength tenfold. I launched myself towards himand slicd downwards in an arc. He caught the strike with one hand, with not a scratch.
"The same Annabeth Minerva Chase you were Loyal to, and only hoped it went both ways." Tears filled my eyes, My grip on the handle slackened and I fell to my knee's, crying. "Anna…beth…" I stuttered out between sobs. "Answer me this with your heart Brother, are you angry because she broke your heart or are you sad that you trust was betrayed?" he asked, looking me straight in the eyes.'
"I…..I…I d-don't know….." I said.
"Then you better figure it out." He said while planting my blade in the ground next to me, then turning and walking away.
End of flashback
I had spent the next hour there in that stance, only to realize that he was right, I was in fact upset that my trust was betrayed, I had never realized until this point that My fatal flaw, Loyalty, applied both ways, in my treatment of others and now, the way they acted towards me. A revelation that changed the way I looked at myself. Most definitely for the better.
"Guy's it's time." Scipio told us, "Time I tell you guys the story behind the Creation story."
And that was when he had my attention.
Nico's POV
I was in love with Thalia, my half-cousin. So sue me. I'm a different person now. Thanks to Scipio. And indirectly Thalia. They had saved me from the sorrow and desolation that I had felt since I was ejected from the underworld…
Flashback
"Cerberus! Go boy! Fetch!" I shouted as I hurled a long branch as hard as I could. I had a free hour every week that I spend playing with Cerberus, it wasn't that much, but it was the least I could do for him, and he seemed plenty happy with it so I just decided to leave it like this.
He bounded back within a minute and dropped the stick at my feet. I patted his neck and then I told him "Sorry boy, I have to go now… next week 'kay?"
He whimpered a bit before barking loudly and running back to his position by the gates. I laughed at his enthusiasm as I walked back casually to the palace. It was about dinner time and I wasn't going to be late. As I walked through the palace doors, I promptly got slapped across the face by, who else, Persephone.
"NICO DI ANGELO THIS TIME YOU HAVE CROSSED THE LINE!" She screamed at me.
I stared at her in utter shock and bewilderment, and also in pain because damn can that bitch slap hard….
"What in HADES did I do?" I half-screamed back at her.
"Don't play dumb with me you worthless insect! You set that foul three-headed beast to destroy my precious garden!" I heard an angry howl in the background after she said that. "Are you crazy woman? I was playing fetch with Cerberus the whole time I was out! Just ask the spirits! They saw everyth-"
"What's going on here?" I heard someone shout. I turned and saw it was my father, Hades, king of the underworld.
"Your precious SON over here, decided it would be fun to let Cerberus destroy my garden!"
"I did no such thing you crazy hoe! I told you! I was merely playi-"
"ENOUGH!" my father's voice echoed throughout the room. He looked at me and then at Persephone. Then he fixed his eye's on me, with a sorrowful look. "I'm sorry son….but as for now…. I have to eject you from the underworld!" he hurled a black orb at me that engulfed me as soon as it touched me and I found myself in the middle of central park holding a piece of paper where my father had hurled the orb. I looked at it and realized it was a letter from my dad.
'Dear son,
I'm sorry I did this but I know you will still be upset, and you have every right to be. It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that it would be difficult dealing with Persephone and Demeter if I had sided with you just now. Just know that I love you and You will always be a true son of Hades.
Your father,
Hades'
I got an empty feeling in my gut. Not because my father didn't love me. But because he didn't love me enough to be willing to make the effort to help me. I sat on the grass and tried to get over it. But my thoughts were then interrupted by a piece of paper flying into my face, when I pulled it off, I looked at it and realized that it said 'To Nico di Angelo, from an ally,S'
End of flashback
And that is what led to the incidents leading me to Scipio and so on. Then I heard Scipio's voice
"Guy's it's time." Scipio told us, "Time I tell you guys the story behind the Creation story."
3rd person POV
"The story behind the creation story?" Thalia asked. "You mean behind Chaos and that stuff?"
"Precisely," Scipio said. "Now listen carefully. We all know that Chaos created this universe, but before chaos was a being of great power, I refer to him as Eston Magestius, or Majeston. He had three children, Chaos, Order and Drakkar."
"Wait, Drakkar as in our shared middle name?" Percy asked "The bond that makes us the current Dioscuri?"
"In a sense, yes." Scipio replied. He paused a second before continuing. "Chaos had created the universe and the primordial while Order created eight dimensions connecting to this one. Order then used a planet, one of Chaos's children, Gaia, to become the centre for the nine dimensions, Order then wanted to bind the realms, while Chaos wanted to create more planets to beautify her realm. What they both lacked was an extreme amount of power required to do it. At the same time, they had to deal with constant attacks from a new force, which became known as the rift. The rift was a tear in the universal link of the dimensions that generated nothing but pure evil. And that's where Drakkar came in. Drakkar was born different from his siblings, he had three faces, one dark with stars, like chaos and one pure white white blue streaks like Order. Drakkar's third face, the one in the centre, was a combination of both, a vortex of black and white filled with stars and blue energy. And also, Drakkar had a powerful three headed dragonoid beast form, which he used to defeat the evils of the rift and eventually seal it up. To prevent further time-space rifts from forming, drakkar used half his power to help chaos and half to help Order. He transformed into a tree encasing the power of order, later known as the Odinforce, this tree was called Yggdrasil and it bound together the nine realms. The other half spread Chaos far and wide but yet held her together, allowing her to be one with the universe she had created. Before his conscience faded, he told them both that when the time came that evil should attempt to rise again, he would return from order and chaos to protect the universe, and the rest of the story, is your Greek and Nordic mythology."
Percy, Thalia and Nico sat in silence for a while, processing what they had just heard. Before asking questions.
"So, they were three at the beginning, instead of one?"
"Yes."
"One was Nordic based, one was Greek based and one was all?"
"Yes"
Then Percy suddenly came to a realization.
"Wait. You said Drakkar would return when evil would try to rise again, one from order, one from chaos. You said that you are a son of Odin, the last descendant and current wielder of the Odinforce correct?"
"Yes."
"And I'm a son of Poseidon, born of the greeks and descendant of Chaos. So since we are the Dioscuri, we are binded by the middle name Drakkar, what you are trying to say is that…that…"
"Yes, brother." Scipio said. Deadly serious. Thalia and Nico's expressions morphed into that or shock as realization as to what Percy was saying dawned on them.
"What I was saying, is that WE are Drakkar."
So yeah….. A particularly long chapter from me… I'll try to make this the standard length from now on, but no promises, AND PLEASE HELP ME PROMOTE THIS STORY! The lack of fav's and reviews is disheartening!