Nobody ever thought the titans would come back. I myself had watched the Titan lord be destroyed, watched a friend sacrifice his life for this very reason, and most heart wrenching of all, watched the girl I love reduced to tears.
Who am I? Isn't that just the question everyone wants to know? Perseus Jackson, savior of Olympus. Call me what you will, I can assure you that I am the one person in the world that could wholeheartedly say that Kronos would never come back.
But here I am. Here in the room where my father once sat, the room where I had once been offered immortality. Chained to a wall, broken and defeated. Not even one year after I had witnessed the enemies death I was once again in his clutches.
The Titan lord next to me smiled, and I resisted the urge to spit. This would only bring Annabeth harm. She was lying on the floor, half asleep, a sickening pool of blood around her head. The mayans had once predicted the end of the world, this very day. Had they known something, or was this a horrid coincidence? The latter was not likely, as it seems nothing in the world of a demigod Is a coincidence.
The Lord of the Titans smiled, and raised his scythe above his head and upon the decent, time slowed. Annabeth looked up at me, and my heart broke to see expression on her face. She knew that we would die, and in her last moment she reached up to grasp my hand.
Our fingertips had just reached when the scythe touched the ground, and the last sound I heard was the most terrifying thing in the world: the doomed scream of the girl with who I had once shared my first kiss.