The above is a picture of Percy/Void.
Percy's POV

"Alpha squadron defensive maneuver 79! Beta and Omega squadrons offensive maneuver 27!" I yell as I grab hold of the final member of the Malthesian royal family. Drawing them behind defensive lines, I send one of the Malthesian agents to bring the family to safety. "Targets secure, eliminate enemy threats." As a chorus of "yes commander" and "will do dude" filters in from my generals and enters my mind via telepathic communication, I begin to take out the more dangerous of the threats.

Watching as the last of the enemies falls, I report the results of the mission back to Chaos. "Hey boss, the missions complete. What are your next orders?"

Almost immediately I get a response back from Chaos, "Regular procedure, send in a restoration crew and then head back here. I have a new mission for you if you want it Void."

Well he must be finally losing it if he actually thinks he has to ask, I think to myself as I send out the instructions to the rest of the army. Glancing around one last time I grab my stuff and teleport back to the army's base on Primia, the home of Chaos.

Arriving in my room, I drop my weapons and armor in an unorganized heap on my bed, walking gratefully towards the shower. Turning on the water it practically calls my name as I peel off my sweaty dirty clothes and climb into its warm embrace.

Hopping out of the shower I turn off the water as I dry myself off using my powers. Throwing on my usual uniform of black skinny jeans, combat boots, a white t-shirt, and my black hooded cloak containing the galaxy in its fabric. Striding out of my room I run into one of my best friends in the army, Mischief.

"I still hate you for not taking me with you on this last mission you know." Mischief states as we head down the hall to the central room of the palace. "Saving a princess from danger is right up my ally."

"You know as well as I do that she would've had to be crazy not to run screaming the second she saw your ugly face." I retort joking around.

"You haven't yet." he throws back at me as our friend Elxin rounds the corner joining us.

"Mischief everyone knows that Void is bat-shit crazy, how else would she have survived this long." he says chuckling to himself and I don't know whether to agree or be offended. As we approach Chaos' office I part ways from the boys agreeing to meet up with them for dinner in the mess hall before I leave for the mission.

Ducking into the room I knock on the door frame to alert Chaos to my presence. Seeing his smile, I enter the rest of the way, noticing that he has a guest on my way to my normal chair. You see it's just the most comfortable chair ever with these puffy navy blue cushions and a soft silver throw blanket over the back. I have officially claimed it is mine but I'm too lazy to move it to my room so here it stays.

Drawing myself from my thoughts of the divine armchair, I notice who the guest is. Schist! It's Hecate, I'm so going to die, yep that's it, the great Percy Jackson will die by being turned into a flea. She's going to put Percy the flea into a box that is inside a larger box then ship that box via Hermes express to herself and then smash the box with a giant hammer. Yes, my death shall be that worthy of Yzma's plan for Kuzco. I really need to take a break from the Disney movies. (AN: yes, I like Disney)

I really need to focus on the problem at hand. Taking a deep breath, I square my shoulders and look at Chaos. "So what exactly is this mission you said you had for me?"

"Well Void, Hecate here tells me that her pet race of witches and wizards-" "WIZARDS?!" "-yes wizards have just come out of a war. Apparently my previous contact Albus Dumbledore wasn't properly doing his job and hadn't given me a proper report for around seventeen years before his recent death. Therefore, I have two tasks for you, one being I need a new contact for the wizarding world and the second being that I need you to go help them." Cutting in Hecate takes over, "You see a new enemy is fast approaching them and due to only just recently having ended a war themselves, they won't be able to handle it. I want you to go in and be a Defense Against the Dark Arts, or DADA, teacher at Hogwarts to help teach the students how to defend themselves and to keep an eye out for this threat. I believe that it will go for the returning students that were unable to complete their final year because they were fighting in the war."

Sitting quietly for a minute I think over the pros and cons of taking the mission, and the list looked something like this, Pros: magic, mini vacation, teaching kids self-defense and Cons: teaching, effort. Let's just say that it wasn't much of a debate. "I'm in on two conditions, one you give me the ability to perform magic with all the equipment and knowledge I would need, and two you tell no one that I am alive or about anything you learned about me today." Personally I think even Annabeth would be proud of my deductive skills right there.

Without a second's hesitation Hecate relies, "Of course I will give you all the supplies and knowledge you will need," pausing she places her fingers on my temples and I feel the new information flooding into my mind, "the supplies are in your room and I have already sworn to Chaos your second request." Nodding my acceptance, I tell them I am going to go get ready for my mission and will meet them back in Chaos's office at noon the next day. Then I stride off to find Mischief and Elxin.

(AN: 1044 words)