Okay, so here is the Prologue and Chapter One. Please please review and tell me what you think about this idea. Thank you! ~Ali

Son of Kronos

Prologue

"Annabeth, come on!" Percy hated to leave Thalia, but she wasn't going anywhere and they had a Titian to get rid of.

Annabeth reluctantly left and followed him into the throne room, where sounds of the Titian lord Kronos echoed.

Percy and Annabeth walked into the throne room of the Olympians and glared at Kronos. Luke's face sneered back at them, and Percy could hear Annabeth's growl of frustration.

Kronos charged at them, and Percy easily blocked the strike. After a few minutes of parrying, Kronos got a lucky hit in and stabbed at Percy's side, knocking him to the ground. He then whirled on Annabeth, who had snuck up behind him. Annabeth flew across the room, crashing into her mother's throne. Percy staggered to his feet.

"Luke," Annabeth panted, "Luke, I know you're in there. Please, Luke. Family. You promised."

At that, Luke wrenched control and stared at Annabeth. "Annabeth…" he said.

Luke winced and Percy and Annabeth could see him fighting for control.

Luke held out a shaking hand. "Give me… give me the knife…"

Percy growled, "Yeah, over my dead body."

Luke looked at Percy with pain evident in his eyes. "Please, trust me. Only my hand can do it-" He doubled over and clutched at his abdomen before slowly straightening up, hand out.

Annabeth handed the dagger over, the very one that Luke had given her all those years ago. He took it and shoved it into his side just below his armpit. Howling, he dropped the dagger and staggered back a bit. Percy rushed over, Riptide ready. Luke clutched Percy's arm as he died.

Suddenly Kronos gained control again, still holding Percy's arm. Percy tried to get free, but Kronos howled again and in a flash of light, disappeared.

When the light died down, Kronos was gone.

And Percy Jackson was no where no be seen.

Chapter One

Two Years Later

Annabeth

A cloaked figure knelt in front of Kronos, waiting for permission to stand again.

"Rise, my son; I have called you here to tell you that our time has come to strike again. This time we will be better prepared than last time, and I am sure that the timing is perfect. The camp is still recovering from the so called 'win', and now is the time. Prepare your army, and be ready for my command to march on Olympus. The rein of the gods has come to an end. Now, go and ready your army."

The figure stood, "Yes my Lord. At once, F-Father." The figure said in a dull monotone, only stuttering at the word 'father'. His voice was void of any emotion; the past two years had stripped him of that. He bowed once more before turning and walking out of the throne room.

Wiggling my toes into the sand, I sigh. I come to the ocean every day; I find that it's my one way to stay connected to Percy.

Right now I'm busy trying to decipher my latest dream. All I've gathered from it so far is that Kronos is planning to strike again. The part that puzzles me is his 'son'. If Kronos fathered a son, that could mean that he might be more powerful than any of the Olympians, and that worries me to say the least. I wish I could've seen the figure, but all I could tell was a few basic things, hardly enough to start suspecting who it might be.

He was wearing a black cloak with gold trim, and I caught a glimpse of his black armor under it. He was wearing black boot with golden accents, and his polished bronze sword hung at his side, the hilt and grip in black. I guess he would stand about 6"1', but that's taking it from a dream, so I don't really know. One thing that I found interesting was the way his armor laid on his back. It looked different than the way most armor looks, but it was under a cloak, so I might have been imagining it.

Chiron had been busy teaching an archery class, so I was waiting for it to finish. Finally the conch horn sounds, signaling lunch. I hop up and jog over to the pavilion.

"Chiron, I need to talk to you. It's urgent." I say, ignoring Mr. D, who is in turn, ignoring me.

Chiron sighs and turns to me. "Yes?"

"Well, that is grave indeed. I do believe you need to talk to Rachel. You may go at once." Chiron says, a troubled look on his face.

I nod and race over to Rachel's cave. Panting, I finally reach the top and stop to catch my breath. Apollo insisted on making her cave in the side of a ridiculously high hill, so you practically have to rock climb to get to it.

"Rach?" I peer in the cave to see if anyone is home. It's a pretty sweet place, full of color and neon lava lamps.

Our oracle, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, come around the corner and grins. "Annabeth!" she opens her arms to hug me and I instinctively step back, eyeing her clothes for wet paint. Let's not get into how many shirts I've ruined by hugging her. Rachel laughs and runs her hands over her shirt to check for wetness. Then she opens her arms again. I step into them and squeeze tightly.

"Hey Rachel. I need a prophesy."

She nods and leads me over to a paint splattered couch. Taking a deep breath, the spirit of Delphi takes over, making Rachel's eyes start to glow. Green smoke pours out of her mouth and the voice of the oracle speaks.

"The Titian of Time shall rise again,

That day to his will shall bend,

The lost hero's choice to defeat or give in,

To the Titian Lord's win,

The Hero of Olympus strikes again,

The world's fate rests on him,

The broken couple that was missed,

Reunited with a longed for kiss,"

Rachel collapses, and after a minute groggily sits up. She laughs at my puzzled expression; apparently I'm cute when my eyebrows are scrunched together. Then she stops.

"Do I dare ask what it was?" she asks quietly.

I sigh and repeat the prophesy. "That's the most encouraging prophesy I've ever heard!" I say sarcastically. Rachel rubs my back in attempt to calm me.

"Hey, it's okay. Remember, it's the hero's choice to save or ruin Olympus."

"Yeah, it's his choice. It pretty much says that this hero is going to decide the fate of the world." I give her my best Really-You-Didn't-Get-That look.

"Well when you say it like that… but remember-"

"Yes, I know. 'Most prophesies have double meanings'. That doesn't mean anything." I sigh and get up. Thanking Rachel, I head back to my cabin. I need time to think over this.