A/N: So, PercyJacksonFanDTS came up with the idea that Jolt and/or Chrysanthe went into the past. Jolt is his character, Chrysanthe is mine. Since we've been mingling fanfics, I figured it may be fun to go ahead and write his idea (WITH HIS PERMISSION!). He gave me information on Jolt, and this one is Chrysanthe seeing Jolt's past. Enjoy.
Chapter 1
Darkness in the Light
That stupid, loyal fool. Chrysanthe hadn't wanted to be found as such. She stood still, constantly restricting emotion from shining through so she wouldn't have to feel the guilt of her betrayal to the only one she had ever considered a friend. She watched as he approached, and halfway debated on letting him kill her so she could reform in Tartarus in piece. Well, before she remembered that she would just be in a lot of physical pain for centuries and summoned her scythe to prevent that one.
Jolt summoned his armor and resumed attacking. He was vicious, probably angry with her. She kept pushing him back, slashing once in warning. She didn't want to play these games. She wanted him to disappear and leave her alone. Let her wallow in the self-pity she had developed. As they locked weapons again, she was swallowed in darkness, but this was not her own. For a moment, she thought it may be her father, Hades, but it was not.
"I'm sure you've realized that this is not your normal setting."
"It is not," she replied simply, dully.
"This is actually the darkness of Jolt, what makes him who he is. Descendent of Lancelot, son of Zeus."
"Show me," Chrysanthe said, welcoming the darkness to let her fall as far back in his life as she needed to go.