AN: Hey everybody. I wrote this story in an attempt to return into to scene or whatever. It'sssss… ok. I kinda like it, but I don't really know if I have much material to go on. PJO doesn't mesh well with time travel as I've learned.

The story takes place nearing the end of the Last Olympian. It is AU, so there're some changes. I exaggerate Percy's abilities 'cause why not. Percy is sent—spoilers—spiraling into the past where he must bear the responsibility of being an OP time traveling champion of Camp Half Blood.

Enjoy.


Between Two Titans

The thunder clapped through the clouds, lighting the overcast sky in frightening flashes. The light revealed, briefly, the crumbled workings of Olympus. The roads, carved up into deep valleys, and the trees ripped and scorched, and the buildings, dismantled brick by brick.

On the top of Mt. Olympus, the marble spectacle laid in ruin. The walls pried open like a wound with all of its insides outside. And in that haunting rubble of grandeur, the two titans stand, their eyes leveled and blood poured from their injuries.

"Out of breath already? You're quite a disappointment." The golden haired man spoke with a resonance in his voice that shook the marble columns holding the palace together. Kronos raised his sword and examined the red ooze crawling down the edge of the blade.

Across from Kronos, his opponent, a kid, stood staggering with his blade pressed against the floor for support. Blood crept down from his forehead, blotching his left eye. The golden fleece slung around his neck like a cape. He glanced through the opening above their heads.

"It seems your Olympians have failed to stop Typhon. The end is upon you." Kronos swung his duo-sided blade, the column beside him split in half, breaking from the ceiling and tumbled onto the floor. "You have no more time to stall."

"You're wrong." Percy forced himself up, his wounds around his abdomen stretched and more blood seeped out. "I have just enough to stop you."

Percy shot forward, bashing his blade against Kronos' defense. Percy spread his feet across the marble floor and felt a faint tug from the ground underneath, then he pulled. The mountain groaned as the ground began to shake. Dust fell from the ceiling, and cracks ran across the marble floor. Then with another pull, the floor shattered into a thousand pieces.

Percy pushed up, throwing Kronos into the air. The Titan eased into a stand in the air. He barely managed to raise his sword to block Percy's next attack. Percy pulled back, the air cradled him in the air. He struck again, throwing Kronos again into the ground far, far below.

The Titan king stood from his crater, gold blood drooled out of his mouth. He glanced up and caught Percy land in the far side of the valley they had ended in at the base of Mt. Olympus. Percy hit the surface of the river running down the mountain and rose as if he stood on solid ground. The fleece was barely keeping his guts from falling out of his body.

Kronos rose into the air. His golden figure was like a candle in the darkness of Olympus.

"I commend you for your display of power on the verge of death." Kronos spoke, his voice rung through the valley. Veins of gold webbed across his skin. "As all humans do, when you're pushed against a wall you'll show exponential growth. But nonetheless, you are still human. Do not think you can beat me, not when I'm so close to revealing my true form."

The river surface stirred and rushed around Percy, pushing him into the air to meet Kronos. The clouds swirl from above, and twisted down to surround his body in a torrent of wind.

"Don't think so much of yourself, Kronos." Percy said, somehow his voice broke through the rushing of wind and water. "Until you turn into a Titan, you're still human, just like me."

The two forces pushed against one another in a final clash. Kronos' long sword pierced through Percy's stomach. Percy wrapped his left arm around Kronos' neck, Riptide in his other hand, he plunged the sword into the titan's throat.

As the bronze blade dug through Kronos' skin, his eyes widened into what the Titan can only assume was a flash of terror, the fear of death. In that very moment Kronos transformed into his true form.


This chapter is short. Next is a bit better. Tell me what you think. Thanks.