Unknown POV: (Why do you need to know who's talking?)
The screen flickered.
Smoke. Blood. Lightning. Him.
He moved through the battlefield like a storm with no direction. Fast. Violent. Reckless. Alive in a way that hurt to watch.
I stood in the shadows of the command vessel, arms folded, face unreadable—because if I let myself feel anything, the whole ship might fracture.
"He survived again," a voice muttered behind me.
I didn't answer.
Of course he did.
He always does.
His movements were different now. Sharper. He didn't hesitate anymore. He didn't protect. He just destroyed. Efficient. Final.
A far cry from the boy who once pulled me out of a collapsing temple and yelled at me for almost dying.
Now?
He didn't even flinch as he vaporized a monster that used to wear human skin.
Someone whispered, "Is he aware yet?"
Not fully.
Not yet.
Not of who's leading them. Not of me.
Good.
Let it stay that way.
I turned away from the screen. Walked down the darkened corridor lit only by voidflame torches. My boots didn't make a sound—perfect. Silent. Just like I was trained.
The mask of command never slipped. Not once.
Not even when I passed the hall of names.
Not even when I saw the carving:
"Percy Jackson: Kill On Sight."
I stopped.
Stared.
And with a single flick of my hand, I erased it.
The metal smoked, hissed, but said nothing.
He hated me now.
He had to.
He thought I chose this. Thought I turned on him.
Maybe that was easier.
Better than the truth.
Better than remembering the way he laughed like the stars were something we could outrun together.
"You still watch him," said a voice behind me.
I didn't turn.
"He's a threat."
"You say that. But I've seen your file."
"Delete it."
Silence.
Then: "You don't have to keep pretending."
I turned then—slowly. Cold. Sharp.
"Yes, I do."
I went to the observation deck. Alone.
Watched the stars pass. Watched the battlefield fade.
Watched him disappear through another portal.
He didn't look back.
He never does now.
Good.
It's easier that way.
"I never wanted to be your enemy," I whispered to the stars. "But they gave me no choice."
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The Commander of Chaos
ФанфикшнPercy Jackson was betrayed. Not by the gods-but by the demigods he called family. Exiled, abandoned, and framed for crimes he didn't commit, Percy vanishes from Earth. The gods bless him with their powers and send him into the universe to disappear...
