Percy's POV
My mind is boggling. My hand sweating hard, holding Riptide with a tight grip. I'm standing here in the darkest place in the entire universe. Dead souls are roaming around me staring, as if they wanted to hunt me down and eat me. I was in the Underworld, and Kronos is in front of me.
Luke is right next to him. Next to me is Annabeth and Grover. Wow. This is an awkward moment. "Percy, my boy, now is your time to die. I hope you enjoy it. See I have waited many and many centuries for this moment. Now it has finally came!" Kronos took out his sword, Darkslither, which had snake coiling up the handle.
He took a swing at me, but I blocked it with the side of Riptide. Luke stepped up and called to me, "Percy Jackson, now you just lie back and enjoy this."
He swung at me towards the side of me, he hit me and blood was gushing everywhere. I heard Luke laugh I the distance. My brain went black. I could see nothing.