Chapter One

We have to distrust each other.It is our only defense against betrayal

-Tennesse Williams

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150 Chaos Years (15 Earth Years) Later...

"Knock it off, Omega!" Luke/Alpha growled, throwing part of his lunch at my face. He didn't like it when I teased him, but he especially disliked me teasing him about today being his and Zoë's four year anniversary.

You're probably thinking: Luke and Zoë?! They're both dead and Zoë is a Hunter of Artemis. She swore off boys.

Yes, they were dead. Along with my other soldiers; Bianca, Silena, and Beckendorf.

However, Chaos brought them back to life as a gift for my 25th year on planet Προέλευσης. Despite the fact that he literally named the planet out of his love for the Modern Greek language, Chaos liked calling this planet 'beginning', it's English translation.

Now, my old friends were apart of Chaos's elite army with me as their commander and, later Luke, as my second in command. He was the first person I asked Chaos to bring back as a way of thanking him after what happened with Kronos.

Best part? Everybody had their own special code names:

Luke - Alpha, Second in CommandZoë - StarBianca - Shadow, Third in CommandBeckendorf - ForgeSilena - BeautyMe - Omega, Commander

For the first twenty-five years on this planet, I trained. Training had been the only thing I used to take my mind off camp. Despite the facade, I put up, it still hurt. My army members hardly asked why I was here. When they did, I wouldn't tell them. There was no way I was ready for that. The only time I acted the way I was on Earth were on special occasions. Otherwise, I acted like a ruthless Roman praetor.

Today was one of those special occasions where I acted like how I was before. Luke and Zoë's anniversary was today. Not only that, but Beckendorf asked me to be his best man at his and Silena's wedding upcoming wedding. My little cousin, Bianca, just started dating the Beta Army's commander, Tasia, two weeks ago.

(A/N: Yes Bianca is a lesbian in this. Fight me.)

As for me, Commander of the Elite Army and Chaos's adoptive son, I refused to engage in any relationship after Annabeth. It pained me even to think about her or our former relationship. I think her kissing someone else would be grounds for me to move on from Annabeth and start something new, but I couldn't bring myself to.

Selfishly, I was glad everyone died before me and Annabeth got together because it meant I rarely had to deal with inquiries about a relationship between us. Every once in a while, someone would make a reference to camp relationships and how they were surprised me and Annabeth never ended up together. They probably just assumed I was struck out or something.

I wiped away the food Luke had thrown at me. "Hey! It was your fault for telling me you liked her."

"I didn't tell you! You eavesdropped on my confession to her! It didn't help that you were singing 'Kiss the Girl' from Little Mermaid." Luke protested. A light chuckle slipped through my mouth as I took a sip of my blue coke. Even after more than a century, my love for blue never faded.

"That did indeed happened." I started. "To be fair though, you guys talk very loud."

"We were quiet!"

"Sure," I chuckled. "About as quiet as demigods rallying together to play Capture the Flag." I winced slightly at my own mention of the camp, but quietly enough so Luke didn't hear.

"How did you die anyway, Percy?" Luke asked, randomly out of the blue. I choked on my coke. Where did that question come from? "I mean, I'm assuming you died, right? The rest of us did, it would only make sense you did too. We thought that it was just really painful to talk about, so we never asked about it."

"Something like that," I managed to choke out. "As for how I died?" I thought for a second, not meeting Luke's blue eyes and instead choosing to watch my fingers fidget. "I was stabbed in the back... nothing special."

"Liar." a different voice sing-songed. I recognized it as Silena's. I turned around to find the rest of the army behind me.

Beckendorf faced me with a guilty expression. He looked like he had just been caught helping the Stoll brothers. Bianca and Zoë, on the other hand, met me with blank expressions.

I frowned. "Huh? Come again now?"

Silena rolled her eyes. "I just called you a liar. We all know you haven't been exactly truthful. You always wake us in the middle of the night with your screaming. Then, claim you're okay? No! That's not how it works, Percy. You keep forgetting we all knew you before. We know that something is off. We've known that this entire time!"

"Is this what this is?" I asked referring to our casual little get-together. My voice remained calm and steady. I was used to acting like I was fine. "An interrogation?"

"Partly, yes," Bianca answered.

"Except, you're actually going to tell us what happened, Percy. No more lying." Silena spoke with a hint of charmspeak in her voice. Her abilities have been enhanced since she joined the army. Making it hard for even the stubbornest of people to not follow her every command. "What happened?"

I stormed over to Silena so I met her eyes. She nearly crumbled under my gaze (Something Chaos taught me) but held her ground. Beckendorf's eyes burned into the side of my head. I was to busy glaring at Silena to bother acknowledging it.

"I'm not lying, Beauty," I said. When I used code names, it was a signal to back off.

She looked dead straight into my dull green eyes. "I don't believe you, Percy. We're supposed to be a team."

"We are a team." I countered. "If I didn't trust you guys, I wouldn't have brought you to fight for me."

"What happened on Earth?! What happened 150 years ago that you cannot trust the people who care for you?" Silena shouted with the most charmspeak she could muster.

"I got stabbed in the back! What do you not understand? It's as simple as it sounds; Back turned. Knife make Percy go 'bye-bye'." I responded as if talking to six-year-olds.

Technically, it was the truth.

The gods stabbed me in the back by banishing from my home. Campers by cheering for Annabeth when she kissed the other guy. Their actions were the knives. And the knives killed my soul.

Sure, maybe I'm being overdramatic, but I saved each and every one of them a thousand times over. Yet that made me the bad guy.

"You're one of the most powerful beings in the universe and you're telling us that you weren't paying attention to your surroundings?" Beckendorf questioned.

"Just drop it."

I tried to glare at my soldiers, but that doesn't exactly work with tear welling in your eyes. Past memories flooded into my head and they wouldn't leave.

Bianca noticed the change in expression and put a hand on my shoulder. I taught her how to read people. I cursed at myself and shrugged her off. If Bianca was hurt, she refused to show it.

Unclenching and clenching my fist, I allowed myself to become emotionless. Not saying another word, I walked to my private training sector.

Chaos sat on a bench near the water station. From the guilty look on his face, I knew he had bad news.

"What's going on?" I asked my adoptive father. Becoming Chaos's son opened a lot of doors. He gave me more power than all of the Olympians combined. It was the reason I've won war after war. Being able to save people, it became my new life's purpose when my old one went to shit.

He peered up at me. "There's another war on a planet that's coming. The Elite Team must go to this planet and help them."

"Alright, I'll talk to Forge about making more weapons." I took in Chaos's remorseful expression. "What's the problem? Why are you acting so weird?"

"It's about the planet, Omega." Chaos managed out. "I'm not sure you'll want to take this mission."

"What planet is it? Planet Eighty-Three? Three-Seven-Three? Nineteen?" I asked, throwing out random planets I hated fighting for. Each one of them was entirely ungrateful.

"Planet Three." Chaos said. My eyes widened in recognition. "You're going back to Earth."

He paused then said five words I never wanted to hear.

"And return to Camp Half-Blood"

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A/N: Dam.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They only belong to Rick Riordan.

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