CHAPTER XLV:Treading The Threads Of Reality.

The night passed by without any events. There were no murderous shadows, no sounds of fighting from the hall, and no one screaming bloody murder.

Seth had joined us an hour before the main restaurant had closed, and was passed out on a couch next to the bed on the left side of the room.

Adam was playing solitaire on the table near Seth finishing up his sixth game already, Penny was getting her gear off to rest a bit for the night and Olivia was reading a book titled 'Poseidon's Guide To Atlantis' which was a very popular book among kids of Poseidon.

Meanwhile I was laying down on a bed to the right side of the room trying to fall asleep. The cold of the Underworld had settled in completely and comforted me, along with the smell of rot and decay cut with a faint smell of vanilla. I stared at the wall, blank of all thoughts, silently.

After a few minutes I blacked out, and I was on my knees in front of my shrine.

"Welcome back my darling Oracle!" Draco said, curling up in a ball on my altar.

"Hello Draco, any new riddles for me to solve this time?" I asked, gently running my hand along her smooth scales.

"No, you solved the major one that concerns you and any other big prophecies are for the true Oracle." Draco answered.

I thought for awhile and stood up after deciding to try out my powers. I walked down the hall into my little prophecy cave. The gems and metals in the walls reflected the light beautifully in short bursts of colors as flames flickered.

I walked across the black stone bridge to the near, fancy, pillow that was left for me on this peaceful little island.

"Trying out your powers?" Draco asked slithering into the cave.

"Yes, any tips?" I said.

"Your regular energy and your prophetic energy are different. Find the difference, separate them, and focus it." Draco explained, doing the best she could.

I sat down, crossed my legs, and began finding the thin difference. I separated the energies (which wasn't hard considering my base energy was basically gone) and started focusing my energy on one question that kept bothering me, why was Morpheus waging war? The gods were certainly fed up with being ignored for thousands of years becoming a footnote in Greek myths, but even Titans were following him. The Titans barely followed Kronos, so it just made no sense that they would follow Morpheus. Not unless he had an ace up his sleeve.

I opened my eyes to a crushing weight being pushed on me, it felt like I was Atlas holding up the sky. I looked around and saw a dark mist with blood red energy moving through it. It manifested itself as a woman, and was sitting at the bottom of a deep abyss with very little light.

"I seem to have a visitor. Who are you half-god, are you a friend or foe? I guess it wouldn't matter cause you aren't truly here, huh? So that leads me to believe that you're the victim of Olympus I felt fall in the Styx two years ago, or that poor girl truly did die. That would mean the years have started to blend together more than I first believed, of course it was been a couple thousand years since I was imprisoned here." A woman's voice rattled on.

The mist seemed to turn to me, and floated towards me. It solidified into a woman with pale skin and black hair with blood red streaks. She wore a black dress with crimson coloring splattered on it like fresh blood splattered onto a wall.

"Oh! It is you dear!" The woman said, smiling brightly.

I backed away a bit seeing the madness in the woman's all black eyes with blood red irises, she had clearly been down here for too long.

"I'm Khaos, what's your name my dear?" She asked.

My heart dropped down a sheer cliff at hearing her name. Khaos was mother of all, and a form of pure disorder. She was imprisoned here by Zeus after helping Kronos in his quest to destroy Olympus, but what happened to her after is lost to history. Truth be told, I doubted Zeus actually defeated her, let alone imprisoned her, but that was the story.

"I'm Mary Riley, Daughter of Hades." I answered hesitantly.

"Oh, your the daughter of the pale brat who overthrew my sweet little grandson as ruler of the Underworld. My sweet little Thanatos wouldn't have put his family down here, and he definitely wouldn't have put me in this hell hole to rot for thousands of years." Khaos said sitting down on a flat rock, and motioning for me to take a seat across from her on another flat rock.

I did as asked, and stared at Khaos wondering is she was talking about the same Thanatos who nearly dropped me to my death.

"Oh but it's all ancient history! I just can't wait till Thanatos finally overthrows Hades, I'll finally be free to do as I please instead of being confined here. That's if Morpheus can do as asked, and you do your great great great great grandmother a huge favor. Convince your father to join me, to join us. I'll keep him in power in the Underworld, just less so. He can rule Elysium with his beautiful wife, and have a seat on the Olympian council. Or the Titan council more like. Think of it, the god who Olympus has abused and shunned becoming a beacon of power and heroism in the new age." Khaos ranted as her smile widened.

"No! You're mad! You just want to burn Olympus and make it sound noble! You want to tear the world apart with false justification to bring more people to your cause!" I yelled at her.

She laughed a bit, standing up as her eyes glowed red, shaking the pit.

"Insolent brat! I'm trying to bring free will back to the world! No more unfair trials and no more Tartarus! No punishments on what you do in your life! A life to do with as you please where the gods just watch over the world instead of tearing it apart with petty arguments and intolerable wars!" Khaos yelled as her form glowed a blood red filling the abyss with a maddening energy. "You will kneel before me one way or the other! Why make it so hard! Olympus had damned us both to a cursed existence! Why must we sit and do nothing when we can tear their palace down pillar by pillar!" Khaos continued, her energy continuing to fill the void.

I wanted to argue, but I couldn't help but feel that she had a point to her mad rants.

"Oh…I see you're realizing I made a point. Don't you dear?" Khaos said calming down as the energy dimmed, she knelt next to me, and hugged me "like it or not I see every half-god as family, and I hate to see you hurt and I hate seeing you die as well. I could change that, I could make a paradise for god and half-god alike. Just free me, free me and be freed." Khaos said in a scary calm voice.

It was shocking to learn that she could touch me in my prophetic state, then again she controlled some of the basic rules of the universe.

"Just think of it my dear, for your very great grandmother." Khaos said pulling away from me, and putting on a cheery smile.

"I will, I promise Khaos." I said.

"Thank you, Mary. I hope to meet you again soon." Khaos said standing up again.

I closed my eyes, and opened them to see the ceiling of my hotel room.

Penny had shaken me awake and was yelling "We gotta go Dead Hair! Come on!".