A lone warrior stood on a hill. Dried tears stained her cheeks. She would do anything for the power to go back in time to fix her mistakes. To save the ones that died because of her. Because she couldn't do anything. As she raised her sword, she made a silent promise that those who died wouldn't have died in vain. She looked at her enemy, the Earth it self. Her once sea-green eyes now were a dark, more murky blueish green. Like the calm before a storm. With a defiant roar she charged Gaea, the primordial of the Earth. Gaea laughed as the demigod ran at her, but the laugh only fueled the warrior.
The gods could only stare at the girl who was brave enough to face the personification of the Earth itself. The warrior, at first glance, seemed crazy and self-centered. But anyone who knew her would tell you that she didn't fight believing she was more powerful than the primordial, no, she fought so no one else would have to. She fought to avenge the deaths of those who died. She fought for her family, those she called friends.
As the warrior started gaining an advantage over her enemy, dust started to surround them. So much dust that no one could see or know what was happening.
Soon when all the dust settled. They could see a lone figure standing, looking up to the sky. All those who surrounded her, all those who supported her started to cheer.
For she was the Bane of Kronos.
The Bane of Gaea.
The Bane of many monsters
The former holder if the sky
The survivor of Tarterus
The two time savior of Olympus.
She was Persephone, better known as Percy.
Percy Jackson.