Third Person POV

Lake Forest, Illinois

In the city of Lake Forest, Illinois, the wildlife there grazed calmly. This city, known for its nature preserves, was a beautiful collaboration of modern humanity and the wild. Deer grazed calmly, a serene look on their face. Birds whistled and chirped at each other, almost as if they were conversing. Two birds in particular seemed to be trying to see which of them could chirp the loudest. The sounds of their voices increasing in octaves merged beautifully, yet at the same time stood out from the other voices of the forest.

Suddenly, a wave of sound seemed to ripple through the trees. The deer looked up, and the birds chirped excitedly. Animals that were reclining on the stones or in the shade passively raised their heads or scrambled up from the ground. The sun peeked out from behind some clouds, encasing the trees in sunlight, and making the small clearings here and there look like sacred groves and sanctuaries. Nature itself seemed to brighten at what they knew was coming.

A petite teenager in a light green dress with pale skin flitted through the trees, darting without a single misstep, almost as if she were flying. In her hand was an ivory and ebony staff, the tip curved into a crescent shape with a small ball of light pulsing in between the crescent. Her short red hair flew behind her, and every time she touched a branch or a tree trunk, a slight wave of light jade passed through the tree. The girl radiated power, and as she passed, nearly every creature in the preserve bowed their head or crouched down to a kneeling position. She stopped suddenly, and jumped down from the tree she was crouched upon.

On the ground was a blue jay with a broken wing. It croaked feebly and the other animals left it to itself, knowing full well that there was nothing they could do.

The girl stared at the poor creature for a second and then lifted her head. She looked directly at the sun, not being blinded even in the slightest. As soon as she raised her eyebrow, the cloud covering parts of the sun dissipated and the rays of light shone upon the bird.

The light seeped into the body of the blue jay, the mangled wing shuddering slightly. There was a bright flash of light and a shocked cry. When the light faded, the bird stood, flapping the now healed wing with a look that seemed to be saying what the heck just happened? When it saw that it could fly, it gave a joyful cheep and flew up, circling in the clearing.

The girl laughed, a high pearly sound that seemed to flood her surroundings with happiness. The blue jay landed on the ground, bowing its head, before flying off. It landed in a nest, where the eggs were starting to hatch since Spring was now here. It nuzzled the egg, and the newborn bird poked its head out, innocence clear on its face. The blue jay made a small rumbling sound in its throat, and contentedly sat in the nest, waiting for the other eggs to hatch.

Back in the clearing, Spring smiled as she sat cross-legged in the forest. It was rare that she opened up this much, but around nature she couldn't help but be happy. She had worked hard to ensure that the wild would be preserved and that it could be restored. She knew many deities of nature had faded, and now she took it upon herself to spread warmth and natural happiness throughout the world.

Spring shook her head, thinking about the mission at hand. She was the closest to New York, but she would take her time. Another day or two here wouldn't hurt. She sighed as she stood up and stretched. Two pairs of translucent, milky pixie wings flicked out of her back, the light of the sun emitting rainbows that danced on the trees. Well, off to work. She flew up into the air and circled the city as she kept a close eye on the wildlife that lived here and existed harmoniously with humans. There was an army that she was to defeat apparently, and that would be a good exercise, since the last decade was rather boring. But not now, she chided herself. Now you enjoy what you see only once a year.

She soared into the air, twisting as her wings formed rainbows around her. The second season soared into the air as she flitted over to the next preserve, sensing a disturbance.

Isfahan, Iran

A young, curly-haired teenager walked through the streets of Isfahan, arriving at the Naghsh-e Jahan Square. This place was among one of the largest city squares in the world, and beautifully combined Islamic and Iranian architecture. He was used to being around machines, and this city contained one of the most massive steel-producing factories in the region. They also constructed special alloys that were exclusive to Isfahan. Of course, the number of alloys they had was nothing compared to the amount that he could think up. It seemed that nobody, not even Chaos, realized how many different types of metal he could make with titanium alone. Not Cryonium though. The last time he had ah, experimented, he had caused an explosion on Utopia so large that half the Denizens there thought that the apocalypse had come. Of course, it didn't help that the explosion was in his palace. He winced as he thought of how Chaos had reacted. She had made him rebuild the palace all on his own, brick by brick, (far from the city, he might add) and then apologize to every Denizen whom he had scared or injured. Needless to say, he was probably the least favored guardian of all on Utopia after that little incident.

His thoughts strayed to the mission as he walked over the glowing Khaju Bridge. Olympus… it had been a really long time since he had been there. The last time he was there, he was preparing for war, not realizing that he would never come back. He knew that many people would not make it, but he never assumed that he would be one of those who died. He arrived back at Camp Half-Blood covered in blood, under orders from Chaos, who had saved his life, to leave only when he felt distressed or unsafe. He returned to find that the Hero of Olympus had been banished, and that he had been assumed dead and was forgotten, dismissed. Not that it mattered much. He never was one of the bigger names at camp, last he checked. Afterwards, he nearly destroyed the Camp in his rage once he heard of the fate that befell the Bane of Kronos.

After a few days of staying at Camp Half-Blood, he found that the whole camp, surprisingly including Chiron and Annabeth, had wholeheartedly agreed with banishing Percy for some reason he didn't understand. He refused to stick around long enough to find out, knowing that nothing could justify their actions. He then left, swearing that he would find his friend someday.

Well, that made one more promise that he had yet to fulfill. He stopped as he walked into the garage, one of his homes. He had made tiny little shops all with the same name, all over the world, helping people and demigods out with anything they really needed. Over time, he had met many demigods, mostly Hephaestus or Vulcan children that were willing to take care of his shops in America. The other garages around the world belonged to those adults whom he had saved and who needed a new life. He checked in on them once a year to make sure they were working faithfully and had not started charging money for their work. In return for their services, he left them a yearly sum of money that allowed them to keep themselves and their families secure financially, as well as help any demigods that needed it.

Chaos had told him that someday he would be reunited with the girl that he loved. He knew Chaos kept his promises, yet he always wondered when he would finally be able to talk to her. He watched her from a distance sometimes, but always had to leave. She mostly stayed home, not really going anywhere. Of course, she would travel around the world occasionally, visiting different continents. She seemed to enjoy America most though. Chaos had ordered him not to say anything, and he sure didn't want to brawl it out with the woman who ran the universe. He hoped she knew that he had not given up on her.

Summer picked up the strange circular device that he had been working on, his latest project. He inspected it closely, knowing that he had no time to actually work on it. He mused silently in his head whether he should actually try to make it function, since Chaos had promised that everything was in its own due time. Still, he wouldn't give up. Anyway, he needed to leave now if he was going to make it to New York in two days. Apparently, there was an army of some sort that needed to be defeated.

He smirked. He had always been underestimated by Spring when she teamed up with him. She called him lazy, only fighting when he felt like it. Truthfully, he was working on the project most of the time. None of the guardians actually knew about the true power he possessed. According to Chaos, he was the only one whose powers were kept a secret. Everyone knew of Winter and his famed elemental powers, Spring and her harmonious yet deadly power over nature, and Autumn's telepathic strength that rivaled even that of Chaos. Apparently, none of the other seasons knew of Summer's powers and he intended to keep it that way.

Well, time to head home after a long six and a half centuries. Summer looked around the shop one last time before grabbing a vat of Tabasco sauce. The third season quietly walked out, leaving Leo and Calypso's Garage: Auto Repair and Mechanical Monsters behind him.

Errindundra Forests, Australia

In Victoria, Australia, a girl in bootleg jeans with a purple sweater and frizzy brown hair walked through the Errindundra Forests. This rainforest was extremely large and exotic, and contained some of the rarest and most endangered animals in the world. While the girl didn't really care much for nature, she couldn't deny that this place was beautiful. Her favorite animal was the tiger quoll. Despite the fact that it had been endangered for over seven centuries, it had held on, and in her mind, was the perfect predator. Small, simple, not much of a threat at first glance. However, they were deadly when threatened. Much like her. There were certain species of animals that she favored, and when someone messed with them, they would regret it.

Autumn leaned on a tree and sank to the ground, the leaves on the tree turning a beautiful magenta color. When close to a tree, she would turn the leaves into colors that many people assumed was the beginning of Fall. Direct contact with one however, would bless the tree, turning it into a deep magenta color and allowing it to live forever. Autumn may be an assassin, but she preferred to give life rather than take it. She preferred to stay on her own; should her emotions get too powerful, she could get overwhelmed with the telepathic feedback. She could read someone's mind like an open book. The problem started when she started feeling too much. Too much emotion caused her to start feeling the emotions of others, which overwhelmed her. It was much better when she stayed away from people, on her own where she could be herself.

She willed some of the leaves on the ground to swirl upwards in a small twister, using her powers of wind. Then she decided to have some fun. She grinned, and her eyes swirled, slowly changing into a deep purple color. The air around her began to go crazy, gravity becoming erratic. She willed some of the leaves to fly to the top, and a few others to remain on the bottom. They formed into the shape of an hourglass, and Autumn flicked the top, causing the shape to become solid and the remaining leaves to fly into the top of the hourglass. The air around her snapped as gravity was restored to its original state. The hourglass slowly began to pour out leaves as they came out on the bottom, soon flowing down until they started falling one after the other.

Autumn fell back, relaxed. She could only release her emotions when she used her powers. Past that, she needed to be devoid of emotion. Chaos had not come to inform her of her mission, knowing full well that Autumn knew already. She had read the minds of Spring and Summer, and was fully briefed on the mission. While they had powerful wards set up on their identities and anything related to them, the rest of their minds were an open book. She had already met Spring, and Summer caused so much turmoil wherever he went that it didn't take a genius to locate his train of thought, erratic though it may be. Since she had not met Winter, she couldn't do much of anything when it came to him at the current moment. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. Time to think of the mission.

As she stared at her hourglass, she thought of the gods. The gods on Olympus were not all bad. She had observed them before, and knew that very few of them were arrogant. Zeus and Poseidon were their usual bonehead selves. Hades was surprisingly quiet and humble. Athena had quieted down about seven centuries ago, for unknown reasons. Hestia, of course, was the most powerful, yet also the quietest. Every Olympian underestimated her, not knowing that she could have leveled the throne room to the ground and ripped the others apart should she ever be angered. The power of Hope was extremely powerful, and Autumn knew that Chaos had chosen well in entrusting it to the Goddess of the Hearth. At least she had gotten the throne that she deserved.

But the two she could relate to most were probably Apollo and Aphrodite. She had seen how they acted, and truthfully was not surprised. Aphrodite had felt every heartbreak, every ounce of pain from those who were hurt by love. However, that gave her no excuse to cheat on her husband like an everyday ditzy blond. Her personality was carefree, but inside she held great pain.

And as for Apollo, he was worse off than anyone, herself included, Autumn mused. The god of knowledge and Prophecy was a dangerous domain to be entitled to. He only acted like his normal idiotic and loser self just so that he could hide his pain. Autumn couldn't imagine his struggle, even though she shared experience. He knew exactly when every damn one of his children was going to die, yet he couldn't do a thing. His sister berated and hated him, even though she of all people should understand him. He was also right next to Hestia in strength by domains. Autumn chuckled as she thought of how Zeus would react if he found that his own son could turn the world into a wasteland with little more than thought, and the King of the Skies could do nothing about it.

She sighed. She needed to head to other parts of the forest as well, spread Fall over onto the other mountains. She observed the hourglass, watching as it had only a few leaves left.

Five…

Four…

Three…

Two…

Autumn's hand flicked out, catching the final leaf before it could fall. The whole structure collapsed, forming a small mound. Autumn observed the leaf, then suddenly twisted it.

With a rush of air, the final season disappeared.

Camp Half-Blood, Long Island

Far away in Camp Half-Blood, Long Island, all the camps sat down in the dining pavilion. Every one of them prepared for the coming day. That day marked the day in which the gods would come down, once a year, to talk to their children. Every one of the campers looked forward to that day. Every camper except for one.

Annabeth Chase stood at the beach. While every camper loved this day, secretly, she hated it. She came down here since it was the only place where no one messed with her. While the other gods would talk to their children, joke with them and present them with gifts, Athena simply glared at her and walked away, talking to her other children instead. Annabeth knew that Athena had found out about what happened between her and Perseus. At first, she didn't care, but when the other gods pushed her away, (no doubt Athena feeding them some sort of propaganda) giving her an abandoned, hidden palace far away in Olympus instead of the shining, glorified one that she assumed she would have, she grew angry. She knew that her mother had requested to isolate her; had she told them of Perseus, they would have told the camp of who he really was, instead of making him the one who was known as the Unspoken. He wasn't hated; he simply wasn't spoken of.

She knew that what she had done was wrong, but telling the camp that Percy had cheated on her and left only added to her fame. Still, despite that he had two identities. One was the person who had defeated Kronos and fought Gaea, the leader of the Seven. The other was the person who had trashed his friends possessions, failed to protect his friends, and cut off all ties with them. Nobody really knew what to make of him. Therefore, he was known as the Unspoken.

What was ironic was a few years after he had left, a strange man came, bringing young demigods to the camp. Often, the children were being chased by hordes of monsters, struggling to the safe boundaries. The child would look overwhelmed before the man would actually strike, and within seconds, the horde was gone. He was so dangerous, the gods seemed to pale at his name. As quickly as he came, he left, leaving people to wonder at who this guy was. When Chiron or I asked the kids, they would only smile, saying that he was the older brother they wished they had. Once, we trapped him with celestial bronze cables that Hephaestus himself had designed, under orders from Zeus. The cables restricted any powers, so we assumed that we had him. When he asked him who he was, he simply smiled underneath the hood that he always wore, and spoke one sentence before disappearing into mist. I am the Unspoken.

Everybody was sure that this man was Percy, and the gods ordered that he be tracked down. However, every time we thought we had him, he disappeared like a ghost. Apparently, the hunters had similar problems.

As I was thinking, Malcolm came up to me. My siblings felt bad for me, especially since they knew how hard it felt for a child of Athena to be treated like a failure. These days, they were the only ones who talked to me for some reason.

"Annabeth? The gods aren't coming down here today. They're calling everyone up to Olympus for an emergency meeting." Malcolm said.

I nodded. "Sure, I'm coming."

I turned my head to face him; he was watching me with the quizzical expression that I always saw when he was trying to discern a puzzle. I walked past him, heading towards the Big House. "Come on."

When we arrived at the Big House, Hermes was standing there, the wings on his sneakers fluttering nervously. He seemed agitated, as if he were in a hurry. He gestured to the campers that were crowding around him. "Hurry up! Zeus said to get there as fast as possible!"

Riley, son of Poseidon was the last to come. He was also my boyfriend, and he grinned at me when he saw me. Hermes then transported everyone to the courtyard of Mt. Olympus. We all made our way into the throne room, bowing to the gods, before we all sat down next to our respective parents. The immortal campers had small thrones with which they sat at the foot of their parent's thrones. Zeus was waiting impatiently, his face grumpy. He rarely smiled ever since he had lost his master bolt. Well, he did throw it at the Hero of Olympus.

Zeus cleared his throat, slamming his new symbol of power, an overly extravagant gold lance, on the ground. "The meeting is now in order. Daughter, you have the floor."

Athena nodded and stood up. "We have received evidence that Tartarus and Erebus are rising, and that they will soon launch an attack on us." She stated bluntly.

Chaos broke loose. Campers started yelling and screaming at their parents, and all of the minor gods were pale. I tried to comprehend what my mother was saying. Two primordials were rising? We barely survived Gaea, and she was the Earth. Tartarus and Erebus were the essences of darkness and despair. There was no way we could fight off a threat that strong.

Zeus roared, slamming his lance on the ground. "SILENCE!"

Everyone quieted, their faces still ashen pale from the news. The poor campers that had never actually fought monsters looked like they were going to faint at the thought of fighting darkness.

Athena stood up. "Now, we cannot face this threat alone, so we will have to-"

She was interrupted by a chill of cold and darkness that swept through the room. The shadows in the corners enlarged, covering the room, and a cold, malicious laugh seemed to echo throughout the hall. The only light in the room was the light of the Hearth, which flickered, throwing shadows off the walls.

Third Person POV

A swirling, purple-black rift opened in front of the gods, spinning dangerously. A figure in a black cloak swirling with white spirals and irregular shapes stepped through. The person radiated a dangerous aura that seemed to say You are nothing to me, but piss me off and you'll find out what it feels like to be a nothing to everyone else too. She had the lithe form of a woman, and every step she took she radiated power, making the Olympians shiver, although they did a good job of hiding it. Slowly, the light seeped back into the Great Hall.

"Who are you?" Zeus thundered (lol) raising his lance, which crackled with electricity.

Chaos looked up, amused at the god who was trying not to cower in fear. "Zeus, put your toothpick down before I snap it in half and shove it down your throat!" She snarled, trying not to laugh while at the same time maintaining her fearful expression.

Zeus's face paled and his hand suddenly twitched, dropping the lance as if it was paralyzed.

Chaos smirked. "Good, now allow me to introduce myself. I am Chaos, Caretaker of the Universe, and I have come to offer you help and enlightenment."

Everybody in the throne room immediately bowed, including the gods, although Zeus was as stiff as a board. Chaos hated it when they bowed, but she needed to show the Olympians that her help was not to be taken for granted. She ordered them to rise, then looked each Olympian in the eye, her gaze lingering a little longer over Athena's, Hestia's, Apollo's, and Hades respectful stares.

"First, you know that two of my children are rising. Alone, you stand no chance from them. However, I have received trustworthy information from one of my children that Erebus and Tartarus are absorbing the essences of my other primordial children. Already Ourea and Thesis have fallen, and Aether sacrificed himself to save Nyx and his wife Hemera, who informed me of what happened. The least I can do is to be sure to avenge those of my children who died fighting. Hemera is in depression, and the other primordials are currently in hiding and chose to remain neutral, as they fear for their lives apart from Chronos, Hydros, Thalassa, Moirai, and Phusis. Those five have chosen to assist me, and their blessings will prove invaluable. Nyx and Gaea have already suspected this threat for a while, and it seems that they have sent their assassins to slow down the amassing of forces in Tartarus." The gods seemed shocked that Gaea was on their side and helping to slow down her evil siblings.

"What help have you come to give us Lady Chaos?" Apollo asked, his blue eyes deep with sadness for the loss of his primordial counterpart. He had become very serious since Percy was banished, and realized that he would return in some way or another. He had a feeling that Chaos knew exactly where Percy was. A quick glance at Athena, and the look on his sister's face showed that she was thinking exactly what he was.

Chaos smirked. "On this planet, I have four of my charges and friends, who watch over the Earth. They defend every little corner of it faithfully, and some have been to Tartarus and back. Had it been only Erebus and Tartarus, all I would have needed to send would be a guardian or two, but it seems that all four of them will be required here. Along with that, I will send the Lieutenant of my army, along with my personal assassin. Those two will also be of great help, and rest assured that they will be as helpful as they can, apart from the assassin. I advise you to be especially wary of him. My children will also be choosing champions to aid in the war. They will only pick those who are worthy, be they dead or alive, and those champions will fight side by side alongside the others. Apollo, I know that you have stated a prophecy, and you will have to repeat it soon. However, now is not the time. I am holding back your foresight until it is necessary. Any questions?"

Athena raised her hand slowly. "Lady Chaos, you said that there was something else you were going to give us, a sort of enlightenment. May I ask what it is?"

"Ah, yes. Now, who here is unfamiliar with the tale of the person who is known as the Unspoken?"

Nobody raised their hand. Everybody had heard the stories, and past that they simply did not bring the topic up. The Unspoken was a Taboo, a hero-turned-rotten. He was an example of what a hero should be, and also an example of what a hero should never resort to turn themselves into.

Chaos nodded, suddenly serious. "Good, now allow me to show you what happened," she said, waving her hand. The room darkened and suddenly, a white mist flooded into the middle of the room. Through the mist, three-dimensional images appeared, almost as if the events were occurring in the mist. They showed the tales of Perseus Jackson.

It showed Percy when he was a child, fighting the Minotaur and the Fury, defeating Ares in combat and returning the master bolt (Zeus whimpered when he saw his favorite weapon). It showed Percy on every one of his quests, from the retrieval of the Golden Fleece, the rescue of Annabeth and Artemis, the Battle of the Labyrinth, and the battle in Manhattan. It showed Percy as he was brought to the Roman camp without any memory, as he was hailed a Praetor on the battlefield, and then as he fell into Tartarus. It showed him and Annabeth struggling through the wasteland till they finally reached the Doors of Death, and escaped, only to fight the giants and Gaea, winning the war in the end.

The vision then changed to the events that occurred after the Giant war. Annabeth paled as she saw an image of herself talking to the Ares kids while Clarisse was sparring with Percy in the background. Everyone in the throne room, especially the immortal campers, could only watch dumbfounded as the Ares campers snuck into the cabins, mauling every one of the possessions, and then placing them in places where Percy was sure to take the blame. Sometimes, Annabeth herself would use her invisibility cap to steal an item, such as Thalia's bow, before breaking it. They saw her write the letter to Percy, they saw him as he struggled to keep his emotions in check, and they saw him as he stormed to Olympus. All the Olympians could only watch shamefacedly as they blamed Percy for the death of all his friends. It was painfully obvious from the look on his face that he already blamed himself, and they had done nothing but hurt him. They watched all the way till the moment when Percy caught the master bolt that was thrown at him (Zeus let out a strangled sound as he recalled the events, while Poseidon could only watch, his eyes glued to the mist) and snapped it in half, causing the explosion that destroyed half the throne room.

Slowly, the room brightened and the mist faded, swirling into the air in a funnel cloud until it had completely disappeared. Chaos stood with her face an emotionless mask, watching as every camper and Olympian slowly got out of their shock and glared at Annabeth, who cringed and shrunk back in her small throne. With a snap of her fingers, Athena caused the throne to suddenly disappear, and Annabeth yelped as she fell to the ground, landing on her butt.

Chaos smirked. "I would leave you to deal with this information for yourselves, but your camp is being attacked. I would be down there right now if I were you. Olympians, you must go too; this army is too much for your children alone to handle."

With that, Chaos walked into a rift that had formed behind her, disappearing into the void. The portal closed behind her, leaving everyone in the throne room stunned as they thought of the last time the gods were needed to deal with a threat.