(Y'all are lucky, also please try your best to make sense of my AN at the bottom)

Chaos was the reason why there was so much bad and evil. Chaos upended the scales, shifting them in favour of darkness. You may ask how? Well, it's these little things you may have heard of: Primordials.

The Primordials were spoiled. There's no other way to put it. In their short childhood, they had all that they could ever ask for, and it went to their heads. As they matured, they thought that everything was theirs to control. But power must bow to the whims of fate.

• • •

Zoe spun around, hearing a twig break. But, after realizing that it was Perseus, she launched herself at him, hugging him tightly.

"Perseus!"

Perseus' arms came up to wrap tightly around Zoe's frame, savouring every second with her. He closed his eyes, resting in the last moments of peace. He relished how they fit together like puzzle pieces; made for each other.

"Perseus?"

Right. Back to reality. "Yes Star?"

"Are you okay? You seem lost." Zoe's black eyes were filled with worry.

Perseus sighed. "War is on the horizon, it's time to prepare for destruction."

"War?" Zoe now looked about ready to cry. "Will you be a part of it?"

"It is my duty to the Balance."

Zoe, whose face had previously been buried in Persus' chest, jumped back. "The Balance? As in the Prota?"

Perseus, who was staring off into space, jumped at the word "prota." He looked guilty for a second before attempting, and failing, to smooth his features into an emotionless mask.

"I thought so," Zoe mused, "You said you weren't a god or titan."

"Zoe-"

"Perseus," The word was growled through gritted teeth. "Was there something real between us? Or as it a joke for you. Am I just a conquest for your own pleasure? Do I even mean anything to you?"

"Zoe-" Perseus tried again.

"What?" Now she was close to tears, "Was I only a way for you to get closer to my father? Was-"

Perseus cut her off, "Yes."

"I only- Huh?" Zoe paused her ranting.

"Yes and no. There was something between us, it was not a joke, you weren't a conquest, and yes, you mean the world to me. No, it was not to get close to your father."

After Perseus' explanation, he wrapped her in a hug, and Zoe buried her tear streaked face into Perseus' chest.

"Star," Perseus whispered, "I need to go now."

"No."

"Star, we are on the brink of war."

"It is not here yet," Zoe mumbled.

Perseus carefully extracted himself. "But it can come at any moment."

"Then let me live these last few with you."

Perseus gave Zoe a deep kiss. "I must go now. I love you."

With that, he walked off, not knowing that it would be the last time he saw her for millennia.

"I... I love you too, Perseus," The words slipped out of trembling lips.

• • •

    An exhausted Prota stood up in a destroyed battlefield.

    He held a sword, crafted of the divine metal of immortals.

    He stood among mangled corpses of his enemies.

    Ichor and blood covered the battlefield.

    Flames licked the ruins of structures.

    He looked at his sword.

    It was time.

    The Destroyer felt it.

• • •

Perseus knew that there was a possibility that he would not come back to Zoe. It was slim, but it was still there. He knew that the war would take many lives, mortal and immortal alike. Both the Underworld and the Realm of The Faded were in chaos. Kronos was gone.

For now.

Perseus could not risk going back to Zoe; he would not risk her. He couldn't risk her. Sheathing his sword, he transformed it into a hairclip and sent it to Zoe. One last thing to remember him

by.

Chaos needed to be stopped. There may finally be a time of peace, but Chaos will upset the

balance. An endless cycle. It. Must. End.

It was time.

• • •

Zoe hadn't moved. Her tears had dried, but way down, she was starting to break. War was a terrible thing that took lives and ruined others. She could not depend on Perseus. She could not wait in agony to see if something happened to him. It was up to her to save him. After all,

Perseus was not always the best planner.

A faint pop.

A quick flash of light.

A... hairclip?

Zoe moved and scooped it up. A small bit of familiar power leaked from it. Perseus' power. A gift? Maybe, probably a gift. A desperate hope to cling to. Zoe cradled it in her hands, breaking even more inside. Was this goodbye?

Closing her fist, she breathed in a deep, shuddering breath. She put the clip in her hair, feeling the power of Perseus fill her. Zoe added a touch of her inherited power from her mother in the hair clip, infusing the power of Pleione into it.

Peace and war.*

A perfect balance.

• • •

The young gods had been preparing. In their heads they thought something was missing, but

all except two ignored it. Hades and Hestia, the quiet siblings, were worried. Had someone taken memories? Were they important memories? Were they forgetting something important? Something that may change the cause of the war?

Yes. Yes to everything.

The other siblings were more focused on defeating their father to worry. In their mind, it was a mild inconvenience that does not matter.

The "H" siblings were seriously worried though. But they could not spare the time to retrieve

what had been lost. War was just around the corner, and fate was looming over them like Ouranus.

"It is time."

It is time.

Time to join the battle.

Time to fight.

Time to defeat.

Time to kill.

Time to rebel.

Time to win.

Time to run.

Time to survive.

It's death or victory.

War.

Is.

Here.

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Ya. This update has been in the works for about... 2 weeks or so. I have been listening to MCR a lot, and I was listening to it when I wrote a good portion of it, so there are some hidden MCR lyrics. One of them is actually a direct lyric from a song from Danger Days: The True Lives of The Fabulous Killjoys. I won't say what song, but the first person to get it right gets a shoutout.

>:)

Once again, don't expect another update for a while. High school sucks.

🎶Gravity don't mean too much to me🎶

Well, this chapter was a giant mess (sorry), but I'm too sleep deprived to care.

It is 10:59 while I am writing this. (This was last night... I was tired)

I need to go to bed.

I am saying nonsense.

*Oh, you might remember how I kinda implied Pleione was peace? Well, that was really just me. Pleione was not really a nymph of peace. At least not directly. She was the protectress of sailing, so I kinda just made my own lil' thing.

I'm now listening to House of Wolves.

I should end this now...

Peace?
✌︎︎

(Oh my gosh Planetary (GO!) I love this song)

Hehe

Published: 10/1/2020