This will be a revamped version of my story, The Only Hope. Yes, it will be dramatically changed from that. Hopefully for the better. The beginning of this chapter is text straight out of Percy Jackson and the Olympians, the Last Olympian, so if any of the story looks familiar, that is why. I myself do not own Percy Jackson, and this is written purely for the entertainment of the readers.
"BAH!" Kronos screamed. He slashed his sword through the smoke, tearing the image to shreds.
"They're on their way," I said. "You've lost."
"I haven't even started."
He advanced with blinding speed. Grover- brave, stupid satyr that he was- tried to protect me, but Kronos tossed him aside like a rag doll. I sidestepped and jabbed under Kronos's guard. It was a good trick. Unfortunately, Luke knew it. He countered the strike and disarmed me using one of the first moves he'd ever taught me. My sword skittered across the ground and fell straight into the open fissure.
"STOP!" Annabeth came from nowhere.
Kronos whirled to face her and slashed with Backbiter, but somehow Annabeth caught the strike on her dagger hilt. It was a move only the quickest and most skilled knife fighter could've managed.
Don't ask me where she found the strength, but she stepped in closer for leverage, their blades crossed, and for a moment she stood face-to-face with the Titan lord, holding him at a standstill.
"Luke," she said, gritting her teeth, "I understand now. You have to trust me."
Kronos roared in outrage. "Luke Castellan is dead! His body will burn away as I assume my true form!"
I tried to move, but my body was frozen again. How could Annabeth, battered and half dead with exhaustion, have the strength to fight a Titan like Kronos?
Kronos pushed against her, trying to dislodge his blade, but she held him in check, her arms trembling as he forced his sword down toward her neck.
"Your mother," Annabeth grunted. "She saw your fate."
"Service to Kronos!" the Titan roared. "This is my fate."
"No!" Annabeth insisted. Her eyes were tearing up, but I didn't know if it was from sadness or pain. "That's not the end, Luke. The prophecy: she saw what you would do. It applies to you!"
"I will crush you, child!" Kronos bellowed.
"You won't," Annabeth said. "You promised. You're holding Kronos back even now."
"LIES!" Kronos pushed again, and this time Annabeth lost her balance. With his free hand, Kronos struck her face, and she slid backward.
I summoned all my will. I managed to rise, but it was like holding the weight of the sky again.
Kronos loomed over Annabeth, his sword raised.
Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. She croaked, "Family, Luke. You promised."
I took a painful step forward. Grover was back on his feet, over by the throne of Hera, but he seemed to be struggling to move as well. Before either of us could get anywhere close to Annabeth, the sword fell.
I watched with horror as her eyes widened, mouth agape. Her voice was weak as she spoke, eyes staring at the Titan that loomed over her. "You promised, Luke," She coughed. "Family."
With a final cough, Annabeth's body fell limp, her eyes blank.
"NO!" I couldn't tell who's cry was louder: mine, or the one from Luke, who had managed to take control back from his body. "ANNABETH!"
The weight lifted. I wanted to run over to her. Grover already had. "Grover, wait!" But it was too late. The satyr dropped down beside Annabeth, opposite Luke, and stared down at her.
"Annabeth, please. No!"
When I tried to take a step forward and couldn't, I knew Luke had lost control again. "GROVER!" He looked over at me, then to Kronos, who had raised Backbiter again. The scythe was plunged into the chest of the satyr, who stared at Kronos, blood pouring down the front side of his body, and dripping beside the still form of Annabeth.
When the blade was pulled from the dead satyr's chest, Grover fell, collapsing onto Annabeth. "NO! GROVER!" I stared at both of their bodies. There was no feeling left inside of me. Nothing could describe the anguish I felt, the emptiness. My two closest friends, murdered in so short a span.
"Kronos." I was shocked to learn my voice didn't shake. I stood, picking up Annabeth's dagger. The Titan turned towards me, and the two of us stared at each other.
It was Kronos who struck first. I dodged, relying more on my body than the weapon in my hand. Annabeth was the knife fighter, not me. I fought with one weapon, and one weapon only. I only hoped that Riptide would return to me in time.
Kronos struck again, this time aiming at my side. The sword connected, put the Achille's Curse prevented it from cutting the flesh. All he managed to do was shove me backwards. A stumbled, and Kronos glared at me.
I knew he knew where my Achille's Heel was. He knew it was on the small of my back, so I couldn't let him get there. My only hope was finding where his would be. It wouldn't be easy to reach, which would make this more difficult.
Kronos moved in again, moving towards my left side, but at the last moment stopping and darting for my right. I threw my body towards him, hoping it'd be enough to keep him from getting behind me. I slashed the knife at his neck, but he didn't move. It wasn't his spot.
A familiar weight landed in my pocket, and I picked the pen out, uncapping it. Riptide grew in my hand, its weight familiar. Bittersweet as it was, a small smile was on my face as I stabbed the sword at Kronos. Backbiter easily came up to deflect the blow.
He didn't try disarming me this time. Instead, he used his own blade to force me closer. A hand left his own, and he shoved me backwards. I skid across the throne room, landing at the base of Hermes' throne. My head smacked against the stone slab, and when I stared at Kronos, I wasn't sure which one was the right one, the one on the left, or the right one.
Stumbling to my feet, I shook my head, trying to clear the confusion. I slashed at the right one, but where my sword should have connected with his left arm, there was a blade there, stretched out. I knew suddenly that this wasn't the right one; the blade wasn't facing the right way to be able to block mine.
He trapped Riptide, and the blade rose towards me. I left go of my own blade and stumbled backwards, still trying to shake the confusion from my mind. Kronos walked towards me, a sneer on his face. My eyes narrowed as his blade aimed at my head. I tried to dodge, but it wasn't easy dodging two blades, not knowing which one was false.
The scythe connected with the side of my head, and it sent me crashing to the ground. I tried turning to get up, but Kronos' foot stopped me. "Now Jackson, join your friends in Tartarus." The energy had seeped out of me. I didn't realize how tired I was until I couldn't do anything. My gaze rested on Grover and Annabeth. I felt a stinging pain in my back, Kronos had obviously found my weak spot. Before my eyes closed completely, I heard a loud, powerful shout of my name. Forgive me, Dad.
For those of you interested in submitting OCs, the form is below. I prefer if you sent the characters in through PM, but I will accept through review. The reason for this is that way I can get in touch with you if I have any questions about your character. Before I get into what I need, I have some rules that you must follow.
No Mary Sues or Gary Stus. This means you cannot submit a perfect character. They are human, and it's our flaws that make us human. Besides, where is the fun in having a character who is perfect? We all enjoy the flaws of the character, it's what makes them unique.
Limited children of the Big Three. I admit, my OC will be a child of Zeus, so I won't be accepting another. I am only going to be accepting one child of Poseidon/Neptune, and one child of Hades/Pluto. I am more likely to accept the child of a Minor God or Titan over that of an Olympian God, but Olympian gods are still accepted and welcome.
No children of Virgin Goddesses and Primordial Deities.You cannot make a child of Artemis, Hera, Minerva, or any of the other virgin Goddesses. Also, I'm not allowing children of the Primordial beings. This includes Gaia, Erebus, Chaos, and Uranus.
Make your character believable. Yes we all love the sob stories, and this story itself will have its fair share of sobbing, so your characters don't need to have a terrible past. Sure they all will, but before that, they don't need to. You can make your character the victim of abuse, but if every OC has been traumatized, I'm likely not to accept them. Also, make the character fit into the world I have created. It's practically post apocalyptic, only without the zombies. Your character won't be living in a mansion, I can tell you that now.
What I need
None
What I have
Five Greek Demigods (Zeus, Dionysus, Hades, Athena, Hephaestus)
Five Roman Demigods (Timor, Neptune, Pallor, Hercules, Apollo)
Two Hunters (Aphrodite, Hecate)
The form
Look on my profile for one to copy/paste
Name: First Middle Last
Nickname: Any other names they're known by, whether they like it or not
Age: Between 14 and 17 (If Hunter, include appearance age)
Gender:
Godly Parent:
Hair: Include length, style, and color
Eyes:
Build: Tall, short, bulky, lithe, slim
Clothing Style: Include both warm and cold weather
Likes: at least 5
Dislikes: at least 5
Positives: at least 3
Negatives: at least 3
Fatal Flaw: only 1
Personality: at least a paragraph
Armor: include color, kind (it doesn't have to be Greek/Roman), and any personal styles
Weapons: include any weapons they have, their names, and transformations, if any
Abilities: Must match their Godly parent
Combat style: How they fight
Pet: If any, it has to help them survive. (Someone who helps fight, scout, etc.)
Mortal Family:
History: What was life like before everything went to shit?
If I accept your character, you will know through PM, if you have an account, which is preferred.