Summary: Let's play a game. I ask questions, and you answer. Here we go: You lose your soul: fight back, or give in? You lose a friend: find them, or give up? You have to make a choice: end the world, or end your world? You have three seconds. Good luck.

Dislcaimer: I do not own anything.

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Chapter 1

"I'm an Epic Failure"

"'Bravely fought, Percy Jackson,' he said. "But it's time to surrender...or the girl dies.' 'Percy, don't,' Annabeth groaned. Her shirt was soaked with blood. I had to get her out of here." (pg. 191, The Last Olympian)

Percy's POV

I was trapped. A mouse stuck in a box with a ravenous snake.

The battle raged on as Kronos leisurely walked forward. His shoes were clacking against the road, making me wince with each step. For a moment, a content smirk barely whispered across his face. I could just see the news-reporter saying, "Good evening, and this is Rick with the next three days' weather. Monday we will have scattered showers of arrows, and Tuesday will be a little cloudy mixed with some mild blood-spills, and on Wednesday we'll have nice sunny rays of death. Back to you, Sarah."

"Such a shame," Kronos said as he tilted his head—Luke's head—eyebrows furrowing in false pity. He progressively crept forward, and my temper rose with each step. It was like feeding a fire: if you add too much fuel at one time, it will explode in your face.

I charged him and managed to knock him to the ground. It was kind of like trying to tackle a massive piano, most likely hurting me more than him. Kronos quickly regained his footing. As I tried to dodge one of his jabs, I saw someone try to sneak up on Annabeth. Kronos noticed this too. In a single flick of his wrist the person who had almost managed to attack Annabeth was now slumped on the ground 30 feet away. Kronos froze time, and I became pudding. "This goes for everyone," Kronos' voice cut across the air like a sharp knife grating against soft stone. The air immediately felt chilling—ancient—and a tingle made its way up my spine. I shivered—well as much as I could.

Kronos looked at his...lackeys, "Those who wish to die may stay. Those who would like to live can leave. I get to kill the boy and the girl." Kronos snapped his fingers, and I found myself instinctively dodging the blade that managed to snag my leg. I sucked in a breath to keep from crying out. What the hell? I thought I was invincible…

Boss! Blackjack cried. You heard him, get out of here. I don't want you turning into pegasus soup.

You sure, boss? Last time you told me not to come back… He knew Beckendorf was a touchy subject. Before, Beckendorf and I had gone to destroy the Princess Andromeda, and I tried to fight Kronos. I'd managed to let his blade graze my arm, and even then it was extremely painful. Not to mention the whole soul-severing deal. But in the end, Beckendorf sacrificed his life to blow up the ship. I had jumped off the boat just in time to get away from the bulk of the explosion. It barely fazed Kronos' army.

Just go! Take Annabeth with you! I mentally yelled. Got it! Blackjack swooped down and picked up Annabeth by the straps of her armor. Her head lolled forward as Blackjack slowly rose and flew off before someone could attack him. I watched Annabeth for a few seconds before my legs immediately gave in, and I dropped to my knees like a sack of potatoes.

My mind was racing, telling me to run. But my legs screamed for me to stay still. Demigods and monsters alike all backed away nervously. Some even turned and ran for it. I was losing consciousness, forgetting names and memories. I was losing my identity, my soul. If I were in Harry Potter, it would be like a Dementor was stealing my soul. I felt a dull bang on the back of my head, and my eyes closed.

There was a buzzing noise as whispers told me the names of people I once knew. I reached to grab them, to keep them safe and solid. But they were snatched away greedily before I could catch them. Slowly, slowly, my dreams and hopes were captured and thrown away to rot.

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Annabeth's POV

When I woke up, I felt better. Which isn't much of an accomplishment because I felt like I had just gotten hit by a bus.

My eyes groggily opened, and I was greeted with a ceiling. I rolled my head to the side and the movement caused pain to rip through my arm. I grimaced. I was in the headquarters, lying in bed. I tried recalling how I'd gotten there, but nothing came up. The last thing I remembered…Kronos was saying something. If I was here, then Percy was probably here too. Last time I checked, I was bleeding to death, and Percy was invincible. Lucky idiot…

Then why did I take the knife—poisoned mind you—if this kelp-for-brains is invincible, you ask? I really didn't consciously make the decision. I had this dreaded feeling, the way you get one when you feel like a bad event is lurking around the corner. I jumped in the way as a reflex. It just felt like the right thing to do.

Gingerly, I sat up and winced as my arm was jostled. Ignoring the pain, I slid out of bed. As soon as I stood up, all the blood rushed to my head, making me dizzy. I shot back to a sitting position on the edge of the bed, and waited for the dizziness to leave. When I judged I was good enough, I got up and stumbled to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror.

Well, that's attractive. There were dark bags under my eyes, like I hadn't slept in days. My face was pale and sickly. My hair...it looked like a doll dragged under a car for an hour. My eyes dragged over to my arm. It was covered with gauze that was stained slightly maroon. I slowly peeled off one side of the tape, and bit my tongue to stifle a scream.

I took a good look at the wound. It was tinted slightly green. Poison dagger, duh. The wound didn't look too bad. I guess normal people would probably gasp and think I was going to die, but when you're a demigod you get used to these types of things. It was probably a lot worse, but I figured an Apollo camper had poured nectar on it, making it ten times better.

I painfully re-stuck the tape to my skin and walked back to the bed. I noticed my feet were dragging, and my arms were barely even moving by my sides. That was when I realized how close I came to dying right then and there. It was a scary thought. I looked out the window, and the rays of sunlight streamed through, extending out over the floor as if it was stretching to get ready for a new day.

With that refreshing thought I tried opening the door and found that someone had opened it for me. The door had swung open so hard that it smacked me in the face, sending me down onto my butt, and jarring my arm. I cried out in pain. I looked up expecting to see an embarrassed looking Percy, but instead saw someone else. A girl that seemed to be around my age stood in front me with a wide grin on her face. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" she said to me.

Her voice was happy, no hint of being sorry. But at the same time…she sounded truthful. I was confused. "It's okay," I said a bit skeptically and held out a hand so she could help me get up. She just stared at it with a confused expression. Someone behind her told her to help me stand up, so she frantically stumbled to take my hand and clumsily pulled me up. "Thank you," I smiled at her.

Without a wave back or a 'no problem' she walked away, closing the door behind her. I frowned at the door and went back into bed, noticing I was too tired to walk farther. I thought about the girl I had met. Eventually, my thoughts lapsed into others, and before I knew it, I was asleep.

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I was standing in a dimly lit room—scratch that—cave.

It was, for lack of a better word, HUGE. It was as long as a football field, and could easily fit the Chrysler Building. The walls had torches glowing eerily green with Greek fire. In the middle of the room was a towering stone conference-table that seemed to be carved out of the same stone as the cave. Around it sat giant wooden swivel chairs, which was way out of date with the whole barbarian theme going on. What was this, Giganto Tea Time? I wonder how big the teacups would be…

I was snapped out of my thoughts as 13 men and woman walked in. A man with horribly familiar golden eyes and a scythe strode in front. As he walked, he grew in size until he was 20 feet tall. He took a seat at the head of the table. 5 other men followed his lead. I recognized one of them as Hyperion(his eyes were a giveaway). They both looked different than I remembered.

Is this the Golden Age? Am I dreaming of the past? If I remember correctly there were only 12 main Titans. 6 male Titanes, and 6 female Titanides. Not 7 men…not counting the guy that was wrapped in shadows already at the table. I was assuming he was Erebus(how was he still around? I don't know). The atmosphere was tense. The power of all the Titans in the same area in just my dream was making it difficult to breathe.

The 7th man trailed behind all of the Titans. He was the only one I didn't recognize. He looked fiercely determined, like he needed to prove something to everyone. I was surprised when he walked straight to a chair that was off to a corner of the room. For a second I saw a pair of pure-black eyes looking pitifully at the young man.

It was gone as soon as it appeared and I wondered if it was just my imagination.

All the women took their seats. I recognized Pandora in her brown getup looking afraid, Rhea was glaring at Kronos, Oceanus was sluggishly swinging his feet, and Hyperion looked like he thought he owned the room. Once things settled down, Kronos began speaking in Ancient Greek and I was startled when I couldn't understand what he was saying. I racked up all I knew about the language, and was only picking up meaningless bits and pieces of conversation.

The man at the corner of the room seemed to be seething in anger, and most of the other Titans seemed impassive about it. The only full sentence I understood was when he stood up and shouted, "I CAN DO THIS FATHER!" The room started shaking violently, and I was thrown off my feet. I tried to cover my ears, but I couldn't find a way to move my arms without them getting chopped off. The man picked up his chair and chucked it at the wall. The chair was sailing in my direction. Before I could say, "Oh crap." , the chair slammed into me. I woke up with a start and sat up too fast. My arm jolted in pain again, and I clenched my teeth to keep from yelling.

I was panting and sweating. It was only a dream…it was only a dream…only a demigod dream.

A/N: So this is the revised version. I hope you like it. If I make incorrect references, or am portraying something incorrectly please let me know, and I will do more research to fix it. Shoutouts to: Abigail Thalia La Rue, Alexandra Nightshade, AnaidT, AurunArks, Nachobuiznezz, percabeth's princess, TheJazzyDolphin, Violentbookworm77, larkgrace, perceabeth, SingleSilver, slythmarauderette16, Wicked'456, and WiseGirl747 for either subscribing or favoriting the older version of this story, or both. Constructive Criticism is greatly appreciated. Thank you!