Army of Creation and Void (Original)

Chapter 5 - Return to Camp Half-Hell

Hi guys! I just wanted to say, thx for 35 reads! That means a lot to me. :) And bear this chapter with me!

~~Storm_Prince~~

50,000 Chaos years later...

Percy POV:

I turned around to see if Omega was still behind me. He was. And he was not happy. In fact, this is what he was saying: "I'll catch, you, Crea, and when I do, you'll be TOAST!" I stopped just long enough to blow a raspberry at him, then turned on my heel and kept on running, calling behind me, "I'll only pay if you catch me first! Then we'll see about payment!"

Suddenly, I veered into one of the rooms in the side of the hall. I heard Omega grunt with surprise before turning sharply to follow me. In front of me, books rushed past as I ran in between the columns of the library. Up ahead, I could see Fruity reading. Besides him, Storm lazily ran her fingers along the cushion, making small thunder clouds strike the sofa with lightning repeatedly. 

Just then, I got an idea. "Hey, guys!" I called. They perked up. At least, Storm did. Grapefruit was slower, tearing his gaze away from the page. He glared at me disapprovingly. "Can you help me hide from Omega?" I pleaded, widening my eyes. Storm smirked, the edges of her lips slowly rising, her nose twitching with glee at the thought of a fight.

Fruity only rolled his eyes and continued reading. Storm, on the other hand, stood up, her hand going for the dagger she kept strapped at her forearm. Behind me, I could hear Omega screaming, "I'll get you, Perry! And you'll PAY!!!!!!"

I called back to him, "Fat chance, Lukie!" I turned, brandishing blades made out of Chaos Metal. He skidded to a stop, barely avoiding a run-in into my blades. He made a T with his fingers. I knew it didn't mean time-out. It meant that he was summoning his javelin. 

You might be wondering why he fights with a javelin instead of a sword. Well, simple. It's because he refuses to wield them ever since using one to fight me as Kronos. Luke raised his javelin, ready to strike, when suddenly the ground dissolved. 

Castor shot to his feet, pulling Storm close to him. For once, Storm allowed him to touch her. Normally, most males that dared touch her would have their guts rearanged. Luke's javelin dissolved into the air as he called it back into the void. I did the same before walking unsteadily towards Castor and Storm. Storm was the youngest of us, being around 15. Luke and Beckendorf were the oldest, around 31 by now.

Just then, we all dissolved. The only way to tell people were there were the books Luke and I had knocked down and the one Castor had been reading. Oh, and the marks left by Storm's lightning.

When we appeared again, we were in Chaos's office. In case you were wondering, what Castor, Storm, Luke and I had just experience is something called Chaos Travel. It's like shadow travel, except it leaves you trying to puke your guts out. I rate it 1 star.

Constellation, Beauty, Flame, Accurancy, Ghost and Solis were already there, watching with amusement as the rest of us tried to puke our guts out. Chaos was also watching, his eyes as narrowed as a falcon's. They also glinted with amusement.

Finally, Flame broke the silence. "Soooo, Chaos. What is our assignment?" his voice trembled, from amusement or annoyance, I couldn't tell. Chaos cleared his throat. He was the leader, after all. He had to set an example for the younger kids. 

"Your assignment...of course. Let me just take out the paperwork..." He leaned back in his chair, using the small chain around his neck to open the cabinets neatly stacked on one end of the desk.

He ruffled through the pages for a while before pulling out some sheets. They were filled with messy handwriting, from desperation or bad grammar in general I couldn't tell. He quickly organized them before reading what they said.

'Dear Lord Chaos,

We require help in planet 484, as we have been informed that Gaea is rising, though she isn't alone. All her children, including the giants, titans, and other minor children are following her example. We need help, quickly.

Sincerly, Lord Zeus

Silence fell over the room as everyone in the army deepend themselves in their own thoughts. Finally, Omega cleared his throat. "Chaos, when do we leave?" I could see he was acting brave, but I could also see the tightness of his lip as he stuggled not to show his emotions.

Chaos sighed, making air blow over the papers and make them twitch for a second. "You leave...this evening." he finally said, his voice heavy with regret. And with that, he waved his hand, dismissing us.

~~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~

I stood in front of the portal. It looked exactly the same as it had, all those years ago, as it took me away from the place where I had been betrayed. Beside me, Zoë fiddled with the edge of her cloak. She glanced at me through my mask. "Ready?" I snapped out of my thoughts and nodded.

Together, we stepped through the portal. 

As soon as I stepped out, sunlight threw itself into my face for the first time in decades. The smell of strawberries under the summer sun wafted in the air, and the mess hall simmered like Ghost's wings. The rest of the army stood in a V  formation behind me, motionless. 

In front of me, two campers were running towards me. One had a blue cap on, her wavy blond locks simmering like molten gold in the sunset light. Annabeth. My heart tightend for a second before I shook it off. 

I turned to analize the second camper. He wore shorts that reached his knees and were the color of the sea under the sun, and wore a CHB shirt. His glittering green eyes simmered in the light, and his hair was the color of fire under the reddish light of the setting sun. They continued jogging up the hill until they reached the crest where the army was standing, observing them as they arrived.

Finally, they reached the top. Annabeth stood tall, her grey eyes flashing with curiosity, wariness, and a little bit of hope. She held out her hand, a confident smile on her face. "Hello. I'm Annabeth Chase. I'm one of the leaders of Camp Half-Blood, and this is my boyfriend, Nick Water." she spoke quickly, not letting any of us get a word in.

I stepped forward. "My name is Creation, and this is the army. We will properly introduce our selfs at the Head Counselors Council." I said coldly. For a moment, she looked at me, stunned at the fact that I knew of the Council. "Well, we are gonna have one tomorrow. Until then, you are welcome to stay at the cabins tonight." Her voice became more guarded, as if she could stop me from knowing about the camp I had lived at for so long.

I chuckled softly, then turned Flame. "Flame, can you make us a cabin?" He nodded, setting to work. Annabeth started to protest. "He can't make you a cabin in 10 minutes, you know!" She spoke slowly, as if talking to a bunch of 3-year-olds.

Five minutes later, the Chaos Cabin was finished. The outside looked like a galaxy, shimmering with stars and cosmetic swirls of energy. I smirked at Annabeth, though she obviously couldn't see it. I flicked my wrist, and the army followed me inside. "See you at breakfast tomorrow, Miss Chase." And with that, we left the campers behind, anxious, nervous, and confused.