A Light in the Dark

Chapter 1

Percy knew he was going to lose, and that it would be very bad if he did. As this wasn't some bet with Grover that would cost him five dollars. No, losing now would mean that the human race would be mostly extinct, or if you were lucky, forced into slavery.

Why you ask? Well, he was currently fighting the Titan lord, Kronos, in the throne room of Olympus. So yeah, losing would be very bad.

Noticing the scythe rapidly approaching him, Percy quickly and as gracefully as he could with the short amount of time that he had to react with, rolled out of the way of the incoming weapon. He cursed himself and his tendency to lose focus, even if it was only for a moment. A moment in a fight with such a dangerous opponent would cost him his life.

"Percy!"

Looking back on it, Percy wished that he ignored her. He knew deep down that it wasn't her fault. She had just wanted to save the world, and at that moment she had figured out how to so without herself, or Percy killing Luke. A way that in the afterlife Luke might be spared from punishment, maybe even treated like a hero. She just needed a way to give Luke the strength to overpower Kronos and gain control over his body...

What Annabeth did next set off a chain of reactions, pre-planned and set into motion by the fates. It was also probably the most stupid idea that a daughter of Athena has ever had.

"Luke please! Come back to us we... I need you. I'm in love with you, Luke...I always have been." When he looked back on it, Percy suspected that Hubris was what spawned this plan. Which was centred around the belief that Luke loved her so much that if he thought she returned his feelings, he would be able to hold Kronos back long enough to take control and sacrifice himself.

Percy, not yet realising that she had been lying to Luke, watched on with a fractured heart, and a white hot pain in the small of his back. He felt so betrayed. And while Percy tried to calm his emotions and the pain in his back, Kronos hadn't even flinched.

The Titan lord took advantage of Percy's distraction and swung his weapon, horizontally, at Percy's face.

The only thing that saved Percy from certain death was the pain in his back. For the pain was so excruciating that Percy arched his back and threw his head back, the exact instant that Kronos had attacked. If his back was not arched and his head was not thrown back, he would never have been able to escape the scythe's reach.

But he hadn't escaped fully. Sometimes when it was hard living as he was now, he wished that he hadn't escaped at all.

After all what was a warrior without his sight?

The scythe's curved blade had cut straight through his right eye, Travelling in a horizontal path across his face, cutting through the bone in the bridge of his nose like butter and going on to slice through his left eye as well.

At first he didn't feel any pain; he was too shocked. Shocked that the curse of Achilles hadn't protected him, shocked by the fact that he was likely going to die. Shocked by the darkness. It was nothing like putting your hands over your eyes, where tiny rays of sunlight still pierced through, or sitting in a dark room at night, where you can make out the dark silhouettes of furniture. No, this was true darkness. Nothing. A vast emptiness, and the knowledge that he would have to live with this curse for the rest of his life, however short it may prove to be.

Then the pain came.

"ARGHHAAAAAAA!" The pain so unbearable that it made holding the sky looks like child's play. He doesn't remember how long he screamed, just that he did. A lot.

He felt a pair of hands on his face trying to pry his own hands away, eventually succeeding. After he dropped his hands, still writhing around in pain on the floor, which he had instantly fell to the moment the pain had started. He heard a loud intake of breath, a sound that he was all too familiar with.

"Annabeth?" Percy croaked out, his voice quivering and tears of blood streaming down his face, mixing with Annabeth's own tears that she let freely drop onto him.

"I- it's okay...it's okay Percy, it's me." She had a difficult time trying to form a coherent sentence while looking into his bloody, torn eyes. Eyes that were once a beautiful sea green colour, now gone, reduced to pools of blood slowly running down the side of his face.

"Don't worry, everything's goin-"

Not even caring that Annabeth was crying hysterically while trying to comfort an equally hysterical Percy, Kronos attacked again. Kicking her in the side of her ribs, the force of his kick sending her from her kneeling position on the floor, into the air, and flying towards her mother's throne. The speed at which she was travelling would surely kill her if she hit the marble throne straight on.

Percy waited with his breath held, waiting for the sickening sound that Annabeth's body was sure to make. Instead there was a splash.

"Impressive Jackson." Kronos' gravely version of Luke's voice spoke out. "Though I am curious as to how you knew what direction she was travelling in. Considering your, ah, impaired vision?"

Percy had no idea what he was talking about. He guessed that Annabeth had landed in water and that Kronos thought that Percy had controlled this water, but he didn't, so who did? The only thing that he knew for sure was that Annabeth might be hurt, badly.

With his voice still weak, trembling and barely audible Percy spoke again, "Annabeth?"

"She seems to have survived, well mostly anyway. The water, how did you know to direct it there?" Seeing that Percy was not going to explain, he continued speaking, not know that Percy had no idea as to how it happened either. "Not willing to reveal the tricks of your trade I see. No matter, you will die now anyway." What the Hades had moved the water. He could feel the presence of the water and all that it was touching. He quickly controlled some of the water and sent it up his body to his eyes in an attempt to heal them. It didn't. But it did stop the bleeding. Through his connection to the water he could sense a person lying on the floor in a pool of water, motionless. It was Annabeth. And he could feel a person standing about two metres in front of him, Kronos. The water was slowly spreading across the room, giving Percy a better understanding of the layout of the room so that he might be able to navigate his way around despite his lack of sight. Then he felt it, the presence of someone else in the room. Standing near the entrance but out of sight. This must have been the person who saved Annabeth, but why?

Just as he was about to call this person out he heard it. A voice. One that was not speaking out loud, but instead, in his head. "Relax Percy. I am here to help you."

Percy was almost certain that this voice he heard belonged to the mysterious person standing by the door. That or he was going crazy.

"You're not insane Percy. Listen to me carefully. In two minutes Kronos will raise his arms, when he does, use the water to levitate Riptide, it's on the ground beside Kronos, into the air and stab it just below his armpit on his right hand side. It's where his mortal spot is Percy."

This voice was deep, and had a velvet like quality. It also sounded so familiar, familiar enough to make it seem trusting. It wasn't like Percy had many other choices anyway, he could hardly fight of a Titan while blind, especially the Lord of The Titans. So he readied himself to do what the voice had said, trusting this person with his life was the least he could do after he had saved Annabeth. Despite Percy's conflicted feelings towards her and how she had minutes ago obliterated his heart, he would still try to save her with all he had. Loyalty was his fatal flaw after all.

Kronos in the mean time had not been standing idly while Percy conversed with the voice in his head. He was having mental problems of his own. Luke, seeing Annabeth injured and knowing that if she died it would be his fault, tried to take back control of his body. But with Kronos gaining more power by the second as he neared the point that he could achieve his true form, overpowered him and reigned full control of the body once again.

"Well Jackson it looks like this is goodbye. Know that you have failed, and that it will be your fault when I destroy the Gods once and for all." And then feeling the flash of excitement and adrenaline that comes with victory, Kronos let out a classic evil laugh, his arms reached out wide and all.

This is what cost the Titan of Time his life. He wasn't overpowered; he wasn't out-matched in skill. He died because he had decided to be cliché. As the moment he raised his arms to their full reach, Percy had forced the water holding Riptide into the spot right below his right armpit, which in turn plunged Riptide it's self into Kronos' body.

He wasn't laughing anymore. The smile had fallen off his face, and was replaced with an expression of complete shock and pain. He slowly lowered his head to look at the blade that was lodged deep in his side. "No..." His voice was quite and weak. The complete opposite of how one would expect a Titan to sound. Although this didn't last long, as it wasn't long before he screamed out in anger as his body glowed, getting brighter and brighter as the seconds passed by. "Noooooo!" He raised his head slowly to glare murderously at Percy.

"You will pay Jackson. You think that your life is hard now? I will make your life ten times more difficult, and you will never be free of your darkness Jackson, you will live with it forever!"

The venom was practically dripping from his voice; it even caused Percy to unintentionally shiver. Kronos then spoke in an odd language, not ancient Greek, something even older. When he had finished, Percy felt as if his insides where being destroyed and then healed, only to be destroyed again.

Light then exploded from both Kronos' and Percy's body, escaping from every orifice available. Then it just stopped, and with the disappearance of the light, Percy's pain also subsided and complete silence followed.

Percy, who could hear the sound of Luke's body falling limply to the floor, could only presume that he had won, though he was dreading what would happen when he figured out what Kronos had done to him. He tried to call out to the voice that had helped him, "Hello?" Waiting for a reply that he knew would not come seeing as how the person had disappeared from his senses. He hadn't walked through the water to get to the door; he had simply disappeared from the middle of it. He must be a God, thought Percy to himself.

Percy cursed himself for forgetting about his friend. "Annabeth!" his voice was frantic, it echoed through the large room. There was no reply. "Annabeth!" louder this time, yet still no reply. Quickly raising himself to his feet he tried to walk towards where he sensed her still body, but he had lost too much blood through his eyes, this combined with the speed at which he had stood up, caused him to sway violently before falling forward and hitting his head off the hard marble floor. He tried to open his eyes only to see more darkness. He then drifted off into unconsciousness, from the darkness that was now his ordinary day, to the darkness off his sleep. He hardly noticed the difference.

AN:Soooo, yeah. Percy's blind...can anyone take a guessas towhy the curse of Achilles didn't save him? Oh and just so you know, Kronos didn't transfer his powers to Percy and hewill not bethe new Titan of time like someficslike to make him.

Think of this chapter as a pilot of sorts, meaning that if enough people seem interested, then I will continue with it. Don't be expecting an update any time soon though, I would like to flesh out a plan for the entire plot and write a couple of chapters ahead before releasing chapter 2. So R&R, yeah...okay. Bye.