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Silena stands by the portal she had created, and it is draining all of her energy, but she still stand strong. Even Beckendorf knows it must be done if Percy and Zoë are to be rescued successfully. The most skilled were to follow Aerin while other little groups followed after, healers and trained children of Hecate follow afterwards. All the Counselors of Chaos had a meeting right before via Iris Message, agreeing that none of the other camps needed to risk coming to fight with them. This mission is simply meant to get two of their most valuable members out and nothing more.

They are not ready for the war itself to unleash.

"You go in, I'll take over from here." Beckendorf says, kissing the top of her head as he takes her place with the Portal. He chose to stay back and keep up the post he and Silena were taking care of. Percy is the best at sustaining long term Portals, and it was strange since he was the youngest of them all that he knew it so well.

Chaos had explained to all the Counselors while he was resting that it was not just sheer luck that Percy had been chosen as the Prince of the Universe.

He is not the first heir to the throne, but rather the first to become of age and worthiness.

His soul had been reincarnated for millions of years, as it was almost as old as Chaos himself. It was the soul that an old prophecy declared to be the savior of the Universe. All the bodies that the soul had resided in shared a common trait, undying loyalty and complete selflessness. But none had turned out like him. Most died as child from either mortal diseases, in war or by monsters. Chaos had tried many times to rescue the soul and its embodiment if they had passed bravely, but he was never able to catch the spirit before it was whisked away by Charon. He was always a second too late when he finally caught on.

And then Perseus was born. He knew instantly that he was the boy of the ancient prophecy, he had been following the soul's patterns and they leaded him to the son of Poseidon. He watched as Perseus grew from a gurgling baby to an energetic toddler that somehow had more courtesy than any of his grown soldiers to a lost teen who was thrown into a world of fantasy and was willing to work with it. Chaos never interfered with Percy's destiny, even if every cut he received or every heartbreak he suffered hurt Chaos himself. Perseus had always proved himself time and time again when it was most needed, which also ran parallel with the prophecy, Chaos was just waiting for the right moment.

And that right moment had to be when he was clouded with grief.

He would have swooped in and taken Perseus right then and there once the daughter of Athena hurt him, but his dearest Hestia found him first. Chaos knew he should wait, for he's seen how Perseus acts after loss and he cannot have his lead commander act out on blind impulses. He knew he had to wait for the grief to sculpt him a little more.

And it certainly did. Perseus was just as great of a leader as he had anticipated, and more. It was strange to finally be able to communicate with this boy, this broken and beaten boy. To be able to finally hold this boy whenever he couldn't handle being alone anymore, even if it was rare.

It was even more rare to see the boy smile anymore, an actual smile rather than those silly actor's smiles. He remembered seeing him smile when he watched over him, he remembered hearing his hearty laugh and how the tips of his ears would turn a bright red from laughing so hard. He missed that, and he could only hope his Counselors could help him smile again.

All of the Counselors who knew Percy when they were on earth shed tears at how much that changed about the bright eyed teen who was only trying to save those he loved. All those who didn't had been confused, lost as to why a boy would be willing to lose so much yet strap on the armor with no complaint everyday. He accepted the most rigorous jobs in the universe without a blink of an eye! He was willing to take any chance he got to step up and lead, to save those who were in need and protect those who were safe.

Silena brushes a tear away as she lands on the scorching sand. While other demigods had fallen flat on her face, she has a couple millennium of practice behind her. She helps up any of those who needs it and then her and Aerin begin to lead those brave campers towards the entrance. The healers and children of Hecate stay behind, waiting until they are needed.

Behind them the Portal closes, a bright shimmering glow before it pops like a balloon. It has been forced closed, and only a Counselor can do that. Silena and Aerin exchange a glance, but focus on the job in front of them.

Oblivion had drawn a map for them, so they follow it until it seems the door is right under them. The two girls exchange a glance before Silena sighs quietly, using a little of her reserved energy as she creates a whirlwind around herself as a drill into the loose sand. She only has to keep the wind up for a little while before she is met with a metal door. Aerin slides down the into the little pit Silena created and whistles lowly.

"I was expecting more honestly." She says in distaste, flames roaring in her metallic eyes. Silena backs up a little as the smell of smokes rolls of of Aerin and not a second later does hot flames escape her finger times and the pathetic metal is melted away to show a staircase.

Aerin walks in, and one by one the demigods follow her in with Silena at the tail. Their steps are silent as they walk down the halls. Silena has the advantage of being able to shift into the wall, blending in with the dark, jagged rocks and then she manipulates others to do the same. Other children of Aphrodite that have come and that have the talent follow her lead, though they can only shift themselves. They can all still see one another, it's just the outside world that they are protected against.

Heavy footsteps are heard and everyone presses themselves against the walls, ignoring how uncomfortable it is. Thankfully it's only a small troll that waddles down the hall.

It is still in earshot when they sees the stairway that leads to the door, so everyone hears them as they curse very heavily and whines, "I just fixed that door last weeeeeek." They stomp their foot like a little child as they stomp up the stairs angrily. Silena jabs Aerin in the ribs to stop her from laughing.

When the troll is finally gone, they remove themselves from the walls as they continue down, ignoring the sounds of the distance wailing of the troll.

"Do… Do you think we're going to find them?" Silena whispers to Aerin, so quietly that the soldiers - campers- could not hear them.

The Devionian warrior sighs heavily. "I wish I knew, Silena. From what Oblivion has told us, this place seems as if it can take the will of the strongest man, and bend it." She says crisply. "Percy and Zoë are two of our strongest members, then again Chaos chooses us all for our extraordinary strength. And if they are willing to keep hope for a little while longer, we will bring them home."

"Home." Silena repeated softly, her breath reflects in the air due to how cold it is.

Aerin grins wickedly. "Home."

Behind them, Clarrise stares at Aerin with utter hatred. Silena was her best friend, her sister in everything in blood. And yet Silena did not give a damn about her anymore? What kind of sick twisted joke is that? But at the corner of her eye, she sees Annabeth smirking so she "accidentally" trips her up to release some of her pent up anger. When Clarrise looks down to see Annabeth, she isn't there.

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Everything stings and everything burns. Every time he shifts slightly, his muscles scream for relief. Every time he breaths, he wonders if it is his last due to how painful every shallow breath. Blood has become so commonly seen, he's almost forgotten what the night sky looks like. That is until he hears Zoë's voice, her lulling and smooth voice always makes Percy feel as if he was a little child again, warm and safe. Whenever he sees her eyes, as dark as the depths of space, he feels like nothing else in the world matters.

So when they take her away, he forgets the searing aches as it's replaced with a excrutiating pain in his stitching heart. She had been forcing him to lay in the stone bed any chance he got as she would tend to his most serious wounds. They stopped giving them water once they realized it helped their entertainment, so his wounds were healing like a mortal's. He falls right out of it, his years of training to be graceful flying out the window as he skins his knees and palms on the rough floor.

Zoë is struggling to best of her ability, anguished screams ripping through her throat, but Order had done something to both of them. It feels as if someone clamped shut their energy reserves and they're left with whatever they had left. So Percy knows it was difficult for her to even scream with such gusto.

This must've been what Oblivion felt. A voice whispers in his mind as he runs up to the bars. He ignored the voice, hating it. He watches the familiar burn in her dark eyes, the way her stringy black hair looks wild as it whips around, her ashy skin rejuvenating for a brief moment as she fights. The Aml-Law isn't amused by this, but rather they just throws her against a wall with all its strength and she crumples to the ground. Percy cries out, yelling and demanding for them to bring her back and take him instead. He is reduced to tears as they drag her limp body away, but he refuses to cry. Not now, not when Zoë is probably going to suffer most.

"Zoë!" Percy screams, ignoring the pain that ripples through him.

"You know, I can see why this place can make people insane," A cackle interrupts the smooth voice. Percy turns in a flash to see Saxon sitting on his bed, but now it is a queen sized bed that's meant for kings and queens. "Then again I've grown up in one of these cells and I'm not technically crazy. See to be crazy, you have to not know you are. I'm admitting that I am, so that doesn't make me crazy, isn't that just crazy?!" He starts laughing wildly, something that is not meant to mix with the nearby wails of prisoners.

Percy rises to his feet, despite his groaning joints and sore broken bones, he tries to regain some sort of regal composure in the face of the enemy. He had been taught by Chaos that no matter how many times he got thrown to the ground, he must lose faith and kneel to their feet. Saxon chuckles as this as he rises, their heights matching up despite Percy's slouched shoulders and crooked back.

He makes a "tsk" sound in disapproval before making a sweeping gesture towards the now luxurious bed. "Have a seat Perseus," He flashes a delirious smile as he sees Percy's conflicted expression.

Percy does not trust Saxon, why would he? They took Zoë away just because he wants to talk? So slowly he sits down on the plush bed, he almost keels over at the beckoning of the soft blankets, promising a good night's rest.

The son of Order smirks at his enemy, who sways a little as he sits down. He's so weak, so pathetic, so vulnerable. Saxon has waited for so long, after countless one on one battles that left him in defeat, so long to be better than the brat that was given the crown. He deserves to be the Prince of the Universe, to be the one who had mile long lines of ladies waiting to just touch him, to have the unbreakable respect of every citizen in this universe.

A small giggle escapes Saxon's mouth as he faces the one man he wishes eternal suffering upon. "Oh how the tables have turned." He giggles again. That sets off Percy as he launches to his feet and stands in front of Saxon with his arms crossed over his chest.

"I am not up for light chit chat. Cut to the chase." Percy growls ferociously, his sea green eyes glinting with malice.

Don't give in, Perseus. Remember what we talked about. Chaos' lulling voice fills his ears. It is the first time since he has been down here that Chaos has spoken to him. He cringes internally at the thought of what they had talked about, and he knows exactly what Chaos meant. I'll only have one shot at this, so please be ready and do what you have to do to complete the mission.

Percy doesn't say anything, but suddenly it feels as if those energy reserves that were closed up are slowly stitching opening. He feels his everlasting pain behind the waves of pure power thrumming through his veins, but he manages to still look as weak and frail as possible for Saxton.

"Seems like the "almighty" and "powerful" prince of the universe has finally fallen!" Saxon sneers as he sees that Percy is not going to fall for his original plans. He rises to his feet as well and gets right in Percy's face. "The weakling has finally shown it's true colors." He coos while stroking Percy's sharply angled face. The latter does not move an inch as this happens, far too tempted to rip Saxton's head off then and there.

Saxton giggles satanically as he pokes Percy's nose. "And here I thought it would take you forever to crack, but all we had to do was take that slut of yours and you came running. You. Are. Pathetic." He shoves Percy back with every word until finally Percy is against the wall with Saxon still ten centimeters from his face. His pale irises whirled with insanity and anger.

"Love is too messy for this universe, and it's high time that it finally came to an end, to bring this world to order." He sneers.

Now. Chaos whispers encouragingly, and Percy barely even paid attention before all hell broke loose.

A wave of raw energy sends the unprepared man reeling, tripping and falling onto the bloody stone floor. Percy's eyes shifts to a midnight black as he storms over and tightly gripped Saxon's throat. His grip grows tighter and tighter until blood vessels pop and bones slowly shatter. Saxon's mouth is shaped in a silent scream, his struggles futile since Percy's sudden strength over took his weak walls. He had not been ready for this overtake and as a result, is sent to reform for the next thousand years.

Percy rises to his feet and looks morbidly magnificent with his crimson stained face, bloodshot eyes, and shredded bloody clothing. He strides out of the cell, that Saxon had foolishly left unlocked. With a wave of his hands, the locks of all the prisoners near him unlock as well. Hoots and hollers follow behind them as they all fall in line behind him.

His expression remains dark and his eyes stay that black hue as he storms towards the flickering presence of Zoë. He also feels the aura of familiar people, but he doesn't know who yet.

But that is soon answered as he runs right into Aerin, who nearly stabs him in natural defense. Silena pushes through the group and gasps when she sees that it is him, and she wastes no time pulling him to his feet and checking him over. She hates how malnourished and beaten he looks, even if it's only been a few days.

"We must get to Zoë. They took her and I plan on retrie-" He starts but another voice cuts him off.

"Oh no you don't. You are going to eat this ambrosia and you are going back to Earth to eat a hearty meal and go sleep for a month." Silena demands. She places her hands on her slender hips and glares at Percy even if there are tears in her eyes.

"We will discuss this later, Silena. Not when we are in the territory of the enemy." He orders. "We do not leave any member of our team behind, no matter how dangerous it may be."

Silena sighs as she realizes that Percy, while being the one who was being rescued, he is their leader and they must follow any command he puts forward. He's always told them they were allowed to interject if he ever seemed unfair, but in this moment, both Aerin and Silena knows he's right.

So finally Silena just presses a golden square into his hand and says, "We will find Zoë and we will go home."

Percy nods sharply as he stuffs the square into his mouth and beckons for them to follow. Another rush of energy passes through him, adding onto the surge of his untapped energy given to him by Chaos. He leads them down the halls silently, hating how he is potentially leading these people to war.

But those thoughts are castes away as he reaches his final destination. He turns to his small band of warriors and nods grimly. He wants to look away so no one notices with how he winces with every step.

"Whatever plan you guys had is on hold. We go in, get Zoë and get out. This mission's only target is our fellow Counselor and her only. There is no plan, so that means basic formation." He commands, his expression dead and tone flat.

Aerin grins wickedly as her whip slowly unravels and she holds the handle tightly. Silena orders the demigods into the formation she knows by heart, though it is a tight squeeze in the small hall. It scares the three Counselors to know how silent it is, and they know if they don't get out soon they're going to be ambushed.

Silena tosses Percy his old, trusty pen. He pops off the cap and the sword forms in his hand, naturally it had been "upgraded" to suit his princely needs, but otherwise it's the same old Riptide. A bloodthirsty smile graces Aerin's lips as she walks beside Percy.

She uneasily glances at how terrifying her head Counselor looks. His unruly black hair is cut closer to the scalp in many places and it's burnt quite horribly. There is bruises and cuts that line up his jaw and face, making him look as if he took a few rides through a paper shredder. What remains of his usual attire is barely held together by a thread and underneath Silena can see deep wounds that should make him incapable of even lifting a finger and yet here he is, striding like a leader down these dark and dank halls. It's scary to think of what they've done to him while he and Zoë were down there.

But she shakes her head and her senses sharpen as she detects danger. And of course, Percy and Aerin are heading for the door that reeks danger. Aerin melt the handle off the door and she kicks it open easily, striding in without a second thought. The cries of pain echoes into the hall, which is the signal for the rest to file in. Silena wastes no time launching her attacks on the guards nearest to the door since they were viciously attacking the campers. The room is dimly lit, though it is spotlessly horrifying with evenly distributed blood splatters and spotless slate gray walls and floors. Many men and women hang from the glittering chains around the walls, most look similar to Percy, some look as if they've just only gotten there. But… But they all look dead. Her attention is needed elsewhere as two of Order's special guards has a demigod cornered.

Her daggers slid into her hands and she easily throws them into the hearts of those two. They collapse to the ground with their silvery blood camouflaging with the ground, just adding a morbid sparkle. That's when Silena realizes there's more in this room then she anticipated before. Bodies begin to pile up as the three Counselors and the demigods battle through the lines of the guards and the slowly growing pool of metallic and crimson blood. It's three against one for now, as the Counselors take on many more at a time.

Finally an earthquake sends the room rocking and even as Silena, Aerin and the demigods feel it, they manage to stay on their feet while the stone floor literally swallows up the guards. All turn to see Percy kneeling with his palm against the floor.

He rises to his feet once more, ignoring the stares. "Check the pulses of everyone in the room." He commands while doing so himself as he walks to a certain woman who is hung by her wrists nearby. He gently whispers to her until she wakes up.

Silena slices through the weak chains with her daggers, which unsettled her and she caught the small body before it could hit the ground. Her bottom lip trembles when she sees that she holds the body of a small child. His chocolate colored skin is ashy and bleak and there are so many cuts and gashes all over his frail body. She checks for a pulse and she has to fight back tears when there is none.

"All dead here!" Aerin calls from her side of the room, completely emotionless about the matter. A few of the demigods who are helping say the same, though they are crying as they do so. The dead people on the chains are pulled down and laid on the floor with drachmas places on their eyes. Silena gently places the little boy beside another little girl who looks similar to him.

Percy on the other hand is still talking to the woman who is chained to the wall. Her long black hair covers her face, but Silena knows who that is. He then cuts the chains and catches her before she could fall.

"I swear if you do not let me walk, I will slit your throat in your sleep." She snarls venomously.

He sighs softly as he places her on her feet, but let's her lean on him. "As you wish." He says simply before leading her to the team.

"I can create a portal to get us out of here." He says, but Zoë interjects before he could say any more.

"Not on my watch." Her and Silena say in unison, both glaring at Percy. He does not say a word as he nods, allowing them to take lead momentarily.

"I know the way out. And I can camouflage everyone." Silena says in confidence. Percy nods in approval as she quickly helps a blanket of glamour to go over everyone, similar to what they had before.

One by one, they sneak out of the room. No one likes how easy this is, and everyone knows if they do not get out now, they'll see what's really going on.

Aerin takes the lead since she remembers the way back throughout the labyrinth of halls. They are all running to a certain extent in hopes of exiting faster and their steps are louder because of it. But they do not care as they form a single file line to march up the stairs, the glamours flickering and disappearing. Aerin once more melts down the door, mumbling an apology to the troll as it is once more burnt down. They all hurry out and Silena immediately begins to create the Portal with the help of the children of Hecate as the healers all check over any of the injured demigods. Percy refuses to be looked at until Zoë is good to go. She glares at him as she silently sips nectar from a canteen, but the glare fades away once he gently kisses her cheek.

"Alright! Let's go, moving out!" Silena orders as a misty image of the forest in Camp Half-Blood appears. Thalia goes to jump through, but ends up running into wall-like force and she bounces off of it, tumbling backwards. Jason catches her before she could go any further.

Before anyone could try and see what had gone wrong, forcefields surrounds each of them and a deep chuckle comes from the melted doorway. Order walks leisurely up onto the barren wasteland and holds his arms out wide, a nasty grin flashing across his perfectly symmetrical face. The forcefield around Annabeth collapses and she walks right into his arms. He picks her up and spins her around.

"I knew you would do it my dear!" He exclaims proudly, sharing maniacal laugh with the blonde. The demigods stare at her with betrayal expressions while she merely flashes a devilish grin. When their moment of euphoria is over, he places her on her feet and he walks right up to where Percy stood.

The two powerful beings stand off, hatred found in both their eyes. Order chuckles as he looks at the broken boy. "Did I not say you were never going to leave until you joined me or you died?" He muses, grinning as sand gets caught in his pearly white teeth.

"But that's where you are mistaken, Order." Percy spits, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. It is a shock to the demigods that their once gentle leader acts this way, but the others are used to it. "You wouldn't dare kill me due to how much you envy my power, and if you do kill me, I will come back. I. Am. Immortal. So like your dearest son, I will regenerate and I will destroy you with my eyes closed. I will not rest until you are in chains and in custody and command of Lord Chaos." He promises sternly. Order does not flinch, though Annabeth does as she cowers behind her master.

The evil lord chuckles sweetly as he reaches into the forcefield and grabs Percy by his throat and pulls him closer, so their noses are touching.

"My sweet child," He croons, stroking his face. "I will make you beg for insanity, and I will make you bow to me whether it be with a broken back or not." And as he says his final word, he throws the Prince into the sand and picks up Zoë instead.

"And until you bow to me and declare your loyalty to me, this whore will be mine." He smiles sweetly at Zoë, snaps his fingers and she falls unconscious. He snaps his fingers again, and a guard runs up from the stairway, collects the unconscious girl and runs away.

Order smiles at all this captives and he opens his arms again. "Welcome home."

Woo hoo! I GOT IT DONE CASSIE, ARE YOU PROUD OF ME?!

Anywho, I hope all y'all enjoyed this chapter (I enjoyed writing it) and I hope this was a good way to start the three day weekend (I mean I think only people in the United States has it, but whatever) I know it's a little choppy and gross, but I made a promise to someone I'd upload a chapter tonight and I never go against promises.

Song I listened to when publishing it- The Sharpest Lives by My Chemical Romance

So bye guys! Love ya!

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