Hey guys! This is my first Percy Jackson fanfic, so please go easy on the criticism. Anyways, Percy is 14, and the book it takes place in is The Last Olympian. I know, confusing. Percy or Luke also doesn't have the Achilles curse. But, it's really good. I own nothing.

Chapter 1

I was running up to the throne room. Luke was already there, but I couldn't give up. Clarisse and Annabeth were right behind me. My legs felt like they were going to give out any minute. I hadn't slept a wink these past three days. We barged into the throne room, where the sight of Luke met our eyes.

"You're too late." He said. "You've already lost."

"Luke," Annabeth breathed. It annoyed me that Annabeth still had feelings for him. I mean, the guy tried to kill me, tried to take over the world, and is on Kronos' side. And she's suppose to be the smart one.

"The Gods are on their way," Clarisse shouted, "You will never stand a chance."

"By the time the Gods get here, you all will be dead, and the world will be ours."

"I beg to differ."

And then we launch into battle. Most people would think that three demigods against one is unfair, and that obviously the side with the three demigods would win. I wish it was that simple.

Luke swung his sword at me, but I ducked and rolled. Clarisse and Annabeth charged from different sides, but he judo flipped each one. Annabeth made a move to stab him with her dagger, but Luke deflected it with his shield.

Luke was about to charge Clarisse, when I jumped on his back from behind. He tried to throw me off, but to no avail.

"What are you doing?" yelled Clarisse. She went to slash Luke in the legs with her sword, but Luke kicked her in the chest with only a godly amount of force. She flew back 15 feet and landed on her butt, with her sword clattering to the floor.

Luke grabbed me by the wrist and flipped me off of his back. He twisted my wrist until I heard a snap, but I refused to cry out, to show mercy. Then, he threw me with more force then he threw Clarisse.

I flew 20 feet across the room and and landed against one of the pillars. Ouch. Now that hurt. I fell down from the pillar, landing in a heap. Riptide fell to the floor beside me with a clatter.

My vision was blurry and everything hurt. Do not go unconscious, do not go unconscious.

I looked across the room, where Luke was standing over Annabeth.

"You promised, Luke!" She screamed. Suddenly, Luke backed away from her, he looked like he was going to pass out.

"What have I done." He whispered. He crumpled to the floor five feet away from me. I grabbed Riptide and crawled over to Luke.

"Do it." He whispered. I grasped my sword with both hands, and plunged it into Luke. I heard a choking sound, and then everything went quite.

I didn't take Riptide out of Luke. I couldn't believe what I had done. Clarisse was passed out, eight feet away from me, and Annabeth hadn't moved from her spot.

My breathing was shallow, my head buzzed, and everything hurt. Then, without warning, I passed out onto the cold, hard floor, right next to Luke with my hand still grasping the handle of Riptide.

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The first thing I was aware of was the warmth. I was warm and comfortable. The second thing I was aware of was the pain. It was dull but still there. I wanted to sleep. I didn't want to feel pain. It was hard to breathe, and my head felt like it was going to explode.

I opened my eyes and was met by the brightness of the afternoon sun. Then, a familiar face swam into view.

"Bout time you woke up. Do you know how hard it is to calm down that father of yours?"

"Apollo?" I asked, sleepily. He smiled at me.

"Say hello to the sun kid, you haven't seen it in a week."

I groaned as I tried to sit up.

"No, no, no, no, no. No getting up. You're not even close to being fully healed."

"W-what happened?"

"We were hoping you could answer that question. All we know is that you stabbed Luke. Is that true?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Well, that's what Annabeth and Clarisse said. Also, when we all reached the throne room, we saw you unconscious laying next to a dead Luke with your sword in his chest. Not to mention the fact that your hand was one the handle."

"Is Hermes mad at me?"

Apollo sighed. "No kid, he's not. He's just upset that it had to end this way."

"You know I didn't want to do it. I had to."

"We know. Life is full of tough decisions, kid. We all understand. It's just, Zeus is upset."

"Why?"

"It took great power to do what you did. He sees you as a threat."

"Really, me?" I said, as I gestured to my body. I was pretty beaten up. My wrist was in a cast, my ribs were bandaged up, my ankle was also in a cast, and I had bruises everywhere.

"Do I look very threatening to you?"

Apollo chuckled. "I never said he was right to think that."

I took a deep breath and winced.

"How's everyone else?"

"Good. Clarisse woke up four days ago. She wasn't that beaten up, but you two have similar injuries. Annabeth was only unconscious for a day or two, and both are up and running."

"Good. Um, sorry about, kinda destroying the throne room."

"It's ok, kid. Things happen. I must say, seeing Aphrodite red in the face because there was a dent in her throne was both scary and hilarious."

I tried to smile, but it hurt my cheeks.

"Um, not to be rude or anything, but how come I'm not fully healed? You are the God of medicine."

Apollo sighed. "My father, the almighty Zeus, is being a giant child. He wants you to recover like a normal human would. He said it is your punishment for killing one of Hermes sons."

"But, you said Hermes wasn't mad."

"He's not, that's the childish part. Hermes said that it wasn't necessary, but I think the real reason he's doing this is so he can keep an eye on you. Remember, he sees you as a threat."

I groaned.

"So, now you have to spend six to eight weeks at the very famous Olympus Infirmary!" Apollo said sarcastically.

"Great," I mutter. Stupid Zeus.

"So, what else have I missed?"

"Not much. We are repairing our throne room, the camp is celebrating our victory, that's really it."

"What about my mom?"

"What about her?"

"Did you tell her I'm ok? That I survived?"

"Don't you worry," Apollo said, placing a hand on my knee, "We took care of it."

"Ok. I just don't want her freaking out. She can kinda get worked up sometimes."

"Worked up? Wrong parent. Your dad has been going crazy this past week."

I laughed a little. "Uh, what do mean?"

"I mean he's constantly bugging me." Apollo sat up straight and mimicked my dad's voice perfectly. "Why hasn't he woken up yet? He is going to be ok, right? It's been three days, Apollo! Is he going to be in a lot of pain when he wakes up? Will he wake up? Why is he so skinny? Is that how much mortals are suppose to weigh? He looks like a corpse, Apollo! If he's not ok, you will pay."

Apollo took a deep breath. "My gosh! By the fifth day, I thought I was going to rip my hair out."

I laughed. "I don't look like a corpse!"

"Well, now you don't, but you did. Your cheeks where all sunken in, you where just a skeleton with skin, and you where so still. You didn't move. It was kinda creepy."

"Oh," I said. That must have been something.

"You had some visitors." Apollo said to me.

"Did I?"

"Yes. Annabeth, Thalia, Nico, Grover, your father, and even Clarisse."

"Really?"

"Also Ares, Athena, and Zeus."

"I feel so popular."

Apollo smiled. "You sure are one of a kind, kid."

I smile at him.

"Well, that's enough for today." Apollo said. "If you're going to recover like a regular human, you need rest. And lots of it."

"I'm not tired."

"Hm." Apollo studied my face. "How about now?" He asked, cupping my chin and lightly placing his index finger on my forehead. Suddenly, sleepiness washed over me. My eyes started to droop. The warmth of the bed invited me in. I closed my eyes, and my breathing evened out.

"No fair," I mumbled.

"Shhhhh." Apollo said.

My body relaxed, and I fell into a deep slumber.

So, what do you think? I have big plans for this story. I just love it so much! Please review!