Percy was walking down the streets of Manhattan and decided to see what his new found power was capable of. Aside from his obvious destructive and creative capabilities, he needed to see how else he could influence the world around him. And he was not disappointed.

He stared half a mile down the winding road at a neon sign with bright green letters. No regular being should have been able to see that far down the street, but as Percy narrowed his eyes he managed to adjust his own focus until he had perfect eye sight. To his surprise, he could actually read the English perfectly. It seemed that his ADHD and dyslexia induced problems were now a thing of the past. He wondered exactly what else he could be doing with his time instead of staring at bistro signs. He decided that a change of clothes would be a good start. He silently walked into an alleyway and imagined the new clothes forming around him. Yggdrasil was sat comfortably on his wrist in the watch form.

Percy felt his jeans turn into black combat trousers that both kept him warm and made him feel like a badass. It was only made much better when he felt padded boots form perfectly around his feet, complimenting his soles. To top that off he wore a black t-shirt that fit his form to the exact measurement. It wasn't cold enough for him to need a hoodie or a coat and he didn't exactly have anything to hide so he left it at the current outfit.

He walked back onto the main street, the sun bearing down but having little effect other than serving to light the roads around him. He decided that he could best put himself to work and avoid the boredom. He hadn't spoken to Artemis today so maybe he would have to do so soon or he'd end up regretting the neglect. Percy gained knowledge of the entire ins and outs of the godly society since becoming Chaos' champion. He summoned a thick black mist to heat up a puddle lying in the street which caused some natural mist to form in front of his face. He tossed in one of the drachma from the wallet that Apollo had given him.

"Iris, show me Lady Artemis." He asked the mist politely. It seemed to have obliged happily, showing Artemis sitting inside her tent studying a map of some sort. "Lady Artemis." Percy called out calmly. Artemis looked up in surprise before seeing his face hovering in the air.

"I thought we agreed against the formalities Perseus?" She asked him, adamant to annoy him into submission.

"That we did Artemis." He told her smiling genuinely at the closeness that they had obtained. His face turned serious after a second of his loving gaze falling down on her, "I need something to do. I am not ready to return to the hunt yet. I have a feeling in my bones that Chaos needs me to achieve something. It's something small but yet vital. Would you happen to know anything of the sort?" He asked her calmly. Artemis seemed to have considered it for a moment before she turned back to him.

"You could visit the two camps, separately of course, and introduce yourself as a part of this rising war. Do NOT let slip any information about the other side though. Hera has set plans in motion about uniting the two camps." Artemis stopped for a moment as if thinking about it all, "Greek demi-gods and Roman demi-gods are going to wage a war on two primordial gods lead by a Norse demi-god." Artemis told him with a glint in her eyes. Percy took the opportunity.

"I'm the only one of my kind and as unique as I am, I am still only interested in one being in this life." He gave her a quick grin that melted her heart immediately before swiping through the mist. He soon realized his vital mistake because he didn't know where either of the camps were.

'Long Island. You can find it yourself from there.' Chaos voice muttered faintly inside his mind. The connection was weak by choice but it was information that he needed. He would do his best to unite the two camps and help Hera's plan come along because soon enough, when Greeks and Romans were on the battlefield together, he would be at the front of everyone and he would be the single person to fight Gaea and Tartarus to the death. The champion of Chaos. He may die, but not before destroying this threat at its source.

Percy felt his senses tingle as he elevated them higher. He was searching everything around him, searching for the blood of the Gods. He wasn't expecting to find any immortals, but demi-gods carried the smell of ichor in their veins, that was where he would find the Greek camp. Once he'd successfully located a load of what must have been demi-gods he flashed out of there. He couldn't exactly fly with Yggdrasil, it would have been too obvious for the mortals around him. Once he reopened his eyes he noticed a few things, the main one was that he was in the sky and rapidly falling towards the earth. When he looked down and sighted the camp hidden behind a barrier he knew that he was in fact in the right place, just far too high.

It suddenly dawned on Percy that he had NO way of reaching the ground gently. He soon embraced terminal velocity and decided to just make his entrance flashy as opposed to subtle. He neared the ground with increasing speed before a surging pain rippled through his back, causing him to arch mid-air before he caught a glimpse of obsidian black feathers that glinted like metal. He came to the realization that his body had sprung into self-defense mode and didn't want to become a splat on a camp ground.

The power coursing through his veins had altered his body to adapt. The wings spread out sharply and with strength in the limbs. The descent almost stopped entirely as he graciously glided to a halt in the camp. The wings were angelic but as dark as the night sky itself. They also seemed to have a mind of their own. A number of campers all came rushing over to him, followed by an elderly looking centaur that Percy identified as Chiron.

Chiron came forwards, weary of this new appearance. It was obvious that they were demi-god of some sort for them to easily enter the camp. Either that or they were a full immortal but Chiron would have been able to sense such a being.

"Chiron. Lady Chaos sends her regards." Percy bowed swift and deeply, allowing his wings free reign to do as they saw. When he lifted himself back up again he risked at glance at his new feathery friends who also seemed to simulate a bow. Percy smiled at that.

"Yes, Dionysus mentioned something about you. You're here to stop the new threat that has loomed over us all." Chiron nodded wearily. A girl with stormy grey eyes stepped up bravely to Percy. "Are you here to help us find Luke?" She asked him. Percy sensed desperation in her voice and couldn't help but feel bad. He was aware of Luke's whereabouts as he had become filled in with Hera's plan somewhere between his travels in central park over to Long Island. One of the Romans had recently been recovered by this group. Percy could see the confused looking boy in the distance sitting with an old battle hardened satyr and a girl who's looks could only be a result of being a daughter of Aphrodite.

"I'm afraid not. I am here to help with an upcoming war. My name is Perseus Jackson, the champion of Chaos." He told them. The way he said it was far less dramatic than what it sounded like. Chiron formed another frown that seemed at ease on his face.

"Are you a demi-god? You have that smell about you. How often do you attract monsters?" Chiron asked him seriously.

Percy looked to the trainer of demi-god heroes. "I am the son of Odin, the Norse all-father and king of Asgard. I attract more monsters than any of you combined. It's a tough job, but the hunters of Artemis get a lot of training because of it." Percy smiled at the jaws around him dropped.

"Any questions?" He asked, loving the looks he was getting from the older ones who were around his own age.