Thysia was, to say the least, pissed. He had told Chaos he didn't want to go back to Earth, for reasons clearly noted in the creators book. (He had a book with everything about everyone in his army. Pretty creepy in Thysia's opinion.)

He threw the black and silver knife at the next target. The sound of it hitting the board resonated through his training room. And right on target. Again. Thysia had been training for around 500 years under Chaos's command. That was most of the reason he was this good at the weapons he wielded. In his past life, he couldn't throw knives worth a damn, much less wield them. Now, he was one of the best knife users in the army. Next to Kynigos of course. Granted, he never expected much less. She had a few thousand years of training on him.

He had started in Chaos's army as a foot soldier after Chaos recruited him. He soon progressed up the ranks until he made it to second in command. That was 200 years ago. He was second in command only to the commander of the whole army until a mission to earth 250 years before the present day. His commander sacrificed himself to save Thysia, and Thysia was raised to Commander of Chaos's army. In a way, it was pretty cool.

He didn't get all the cool powers you'd think he would have, serving under Chaos and all. There were a bunch of other cool things though. For one, his power over water increased extremely. He was now on the level with the sea god with his water affinity alone. For another, he got awesome wings. He didn't really unfold them much, due to their 20 foot wingspan, but when he did, gods did it feel freeing. Every single time he flew he mentally cursed his past self for not having the courage to stand up to Zeus and experience this freedom. The feeling of the wind gliding over the pitch black feathers was freeing. In addition, he got immortality. He wasn't fully immortal like a god, but he couldn't be as easily killed as Artemis's hunters. It wasn’t like he couldn’t die; he could. He didn’t really understand that part of the job.

''Oi! Thys. Heard you got a mission.'' Thysia turned around to his best friend.

Anikitos, or as Thysia called him as, Kitos, was strolling into the training room. His cloak billowed around his ankles and his sword was strapped to his side. He wore the standard armour of everyone in the army; black jeans, a black short-sleeve shirt, and a light armour covering the clothing. It was pretty much just fabric that you couldn't penetrate. It fitted to your body, it was weightless, and it felt like a normal outfit. Which, in Thysia's opinion, was pretty convenient.

''Yea,'' Thysia muttered unenthusiastically. ''We're going to Earth to help the gods with the rise of the Primordials.''

Anikitos groaned. ''Come on, man. Primordials suck. Can't you just like, incinerate them with your powers or something?'' Wait for it.... Wait for it.... ''Wait a second. You said we. I have to go to?'' And there we go. Someone get Anikitos over here a medal.

''Yes, Kitos. You have to go. Chaos is making me go, so I'm dragging you along with me.''

''But-but-I have to stay here! You'll need someone to command the army while your gone, as your second it's my job,'' Anikitos said, grasping at any excuse he could come up with.

Thysia raised an eyebrow. ''We've done plenty of missions together, and left the army with Kynigos. They'll be fine.''

Anikitos groaned and accepted his defeat. ''We'll be leaving in the morning, I assume?'' Receiving a nod, he bid his goodbyes and left the room.

After Anikitos closed the door, Thysia whipped around and threw his knife at the dummy at the other end of the room. ''Bingo,'' he muttered when it hit dead center of the target. ''Let's get ready to go to Earth, shall we?''

∆ ∆ ∆ ∆ ∆

''Excuse me?''

Artemis stared at her father before mentally facepalming and explaining for the hundredth time in the last hour what she had been trying to convey. ''The Rising of the Primordials is happening father.''

''No it isn't.''

Artemis had the sudden urge to slap her father. . This was part of the reason she hated men; they refused to see what was right in front of them.

''Father, even if it isn't true, we should still take precautions. The Rising had been foretold eons ago, and if we don't take the necessary precautions, we could all die,'' Athena argued, before blowing a strand of her brunette hair out of her face. Artemis made a mental note to hug Athena after the meeting. Always the sensible one.

''But what makes you believe the rising is happening now of all times? We just finished the Giant War, and there are still millions of years for this to happen,'' Zeus questioned.

Artemis looked desperately to her favorite uncle, Poseidon. ''Brother, the fall of Gaea and her children for the second time might have roused the Primordials from their slumber. We must take precautions unless you want all of our children to die!''

Zeus crossed his arms stubbornly. ''We will not interfere directly with mortal affairs--''

''But this isn't just a mortal affair anymore!” Apollo shouted at his father. “This is a larger threat than Kronos and even Gaea. We can't even hope to win this war if we don't take the necessary actions. This is a godly affair, and I refuse to hide behind our children anymore!''

Zeus's eyes blazed with fury. ''My order as King of the Gods stands as this: we will not interfere unless I decide otherwise. This is a mortal affair, if it is even happening. I have no logical reason to believe that the Rising is in fact happening,'' Artemis really wanted to shoot her father with her bow right now, ''and we will go about business as normal.'' This earned glared from most of the Olympians. Zeus ignored the glares however, and proceeded to disappear in a flash of lightning.

''Gah!'' Artemis yelled. ''We are all going to die unless we get some kind of aid, or Zeus decides to take precautions in the next few days.'' Artemis continued to rant about the stupidity of her father with the other gods chiming in a phrase occasionally.

The goddess's ranting was cut off when a man stepped out of the shadows by the door of the throne room. He radiated an aura of power, greater than the thrum of energy that weaved it’s way through the halls of Olympus during the solstices. He wore all black. Black jeans, a black shirt, black shoes. His skin was pale, paler than Hades’. The shade, Artemis thought, resembled ivory, or marble. He stood at about 6' 4'', so he towered over the gods. His eyes were probably the most intimidating though. They looked like... little representations of the universe. Artemis could see the Milky Way in one eye, and part of the Black Eye galaxy in the other.

''Hello, gods of Olympus. If Zeus could come back in here, I have some news you would like to hear,” the man said, waving his hand.

Zeus suddenly appeared, looking confused. When he saw the man in the throne room, his confusion morphed into anger. ''Who are you, and how dare you not kneel in the presence of the gods?!''

The man raised an eyebrow at Zeus, before calmly replying, ''I am Chaos, creator of the Universe and the First Being, and I am here to offer my aid for the Rising of the Primordials.''