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 Jolt seeing Chrysanthe's past. Enjoy.
Chapter 1
The Curse of Time
Jolt was fighting his way through the soldiers to where Kronos was sitting in his throne, relaxed. He recognized a few faces, most of which were on his side, but he didn't care. All he could think about was how stupid Chrysanthe was being! Joining the enemy? Stupid! He slashed through monsters with Excalibur, getting right to Chrysanthe, who had to draw her scythe at the last second to block. She didn't attack back, and he observed that her eyes were dull. She didn't seem focused as she pushed him back.
The knight said a quick prayer with his cross, becoming enveloped in his armor, which shone with purity. Chrysanthe didn't use her armor as she pushed Excalibur away from her and slashed with her scythe. He knew she was holding back blatantly. He had fought with her before, and she was better than this.
The next time their weapons locked, Jolt found himself swallowed in darkness.
"Good try, boy! But that's enough of that. This is the darkness of Chrysanthe."
"Of course she's darkness! She's the goddess of death! But she also has a bright light from her heart."
"Perhaps I wasn't clear. This is the darkness of her past that makes her how she is."
"What do you mean…?"
"I'll show you."
Jolt felt like he was suddenly falling with no hope of stopping, finding himself going deeper and deeper into the darkness of his friend, Chrysanthe.