{Camp Chaos}

No One POV

     Camp Chaos was a sight on any of it's beholders. Structured similarly to Camp Jupiter. The border completely covered with a curtain of some kind, filled with stars. 

        In the center of camp sat the Commander's Quarters. On the trim's of the commander's cabin read in latin was 'Nos pugnare pro imperial statera, in nomine imperator', which in turn means;  We fight for the imperial balance, in the name of the Commander.

      Chaos' army made up of roman & greek demigods alike, as well as legacies. The commander is the leader or Praetor of camp. The campers are divided into what is called Chaos' Divisions. There are 4 divisions. Each division has 5 barracks of 10 bunks. Campers traditionally receive their place in the divisions through family but also can be given acceptance by a centurion's , Lady Chaos', or the commander's personal reccomendation. Each divison has 2 centurions. Centurions are the first ranks of the divisions. 

     10  centurion's are elected annually. To qualify for centurian you must have either attended camp for 3 years, been chosen from your division, or picked by the commander. Centurion's are like representatives for the divisions.

       Messengers deliver messages to the centurions. Members within the army with high marks from their centurion or the commander become messengers. Messengers are exempt from the grunt work like mining imperial chaos gold, sword welding & armor repairs. 

{Camp Chaos, 200 Years Later}

Percy POV

     I was up early into the morning, as usual. I am the Praetor, or commonly known as the Commander of Camp Chaos. I am Chaos' champion.

         I admit that these few years has been nothing but a blur. I remember training for a years intensively before I was fully given the responsibility of Commander. I talked to Nick every few weeks when he'd IM me. Life wasn't going to get any better.

Now, there are a total of 4 division. Each having two centurions.

Nathan O'Hare  [Son of Demeter, Centurion of the 1st Division]

Dakota Grimm [Son of Vulcan, Centurion of the 1st Division]

Leila Lanes [Daughter of Apollo, Centurion of the 2nd Division]

Gwen Jamison [Daughter of Athena, Centurion of the 2nd Division]

Markus Oliver [Legacy Son of Mars, Centurion of the 3rd Division]

Octavia Twist [Daughter of Venus, Centurion of the 3rd Division]

Sonny Gonzales [Legacy  Daughter of Hermes, Centurion of the 4th Division]

Colin Miller [Son  of Bacchus, Centurion if the 4th Division]

    Time flowed differently in Camp Chaos. For every normal Earth year, the camp had spent 100 years. 

       Since my last appearence in Camp Half-Blood we have figured out what had made me lose focus, what we don't know is who is working for what made me lose focus.

     All the centurions lined up in front of me. I wasn't in the mood, especially since Chaos had called a meeting.

{Chaos' Temple, Center of  Camp Chaos}

No One POV

       Chaos looked over all of her centurions, as well as her commander. "The gods need our help in this upcoming war. My sister... Tartarus is rising & she seems to be the reason you were distracted Percy..." 

       To say Percy was pissed was an exaggeration. "I REFUSE  TO HELP THEM AFTER WHAT ZEUS HAS DONE !" Chaos sighed giving a stern look. "You will help because Tartarus rising is the last thing we'd want. You are my commander, my sword. Percy you will be the key factor in this war & need you to stay focused. This could affect all the camps & end lives..."

Percy nodded, but the fire behind his eyes wasn't unseen by anyone, especially Chaos.  

              Then they all flashed to the throne room on Olympus. The immense power radiating off Chaos & her army could stop anygod in their tracks, & make their blood run cold. Especially with Percy's return as the commander of the army.