Again, special thanks to percyjacksonfan16 for the idea to expand this, I probably wouldn't have without that idea!

WARNING: The first two chapters are mostly taken from the actual book, The Last Olympian, by RICK RIORDAN. Chapter Nineteen in TLO if you're interested. Obviously, I am not Mr. Rick Trolladan.

Peace out, and review please! ~Ali

Son of Kronos (Expanded Version)

Chapter One

Kronos stood in the middle of the throne room, his arms wide, staring at the starry ceiling as if taking it all in. His laughter echoed even louder than it had from the pit of Tartarus.

Ethan Nakamura stood to one side, trying to stay out of the way of his master's scythe.

Annabeth, Grover, and Percy stepped forward into the torchlight. Ethan saw them first.

"My lord," he warned.

Kronos turned and smiled through Luke's face. Annabeth made a painful sound in the back of her throat, like someone had just sucker punched her.

"Shall I destroy you first, Jackson?" Kronos asked. "Is that the choice you will make-to fight me and die instead of bowing down? Prophecies never end well, you know."

"Luke would fight with a sword," Percy said. "But I suppose you don't have his skill."

Kronos sneered. His scythe began to change, until he held Luke's old weapon, Backbiter, with its half-steel, half-Celestial bronze blade. Kronos snarled at Annabeth and charged Percy.

He dodged and slashed and rolled, but it was like fighting a hundred swordsmen. Ethan ducked to one side, trying to get behind Percy until Annabeth intercepted him. They started to fight.

Kronos backed Percy up against the throne of Hephaestus – a huge mechanical La-Z-Boy type thing covered with bronze and silver gears. Kronos slashed, and Percy managed to jump straight up onto the seat. The throne whirred and hummed with secret mechanisms. Defense mode, it warned. Defense mode.

That couldn't be good. Percy jumped straight over Kronos's head as the throne shot tendrils of electricity in all directions.

One hit Kronos in the face, arcing down his body and up his sword.

"ARG!" He crumpled to his knees and dropped Backbiter.

Annabeth saw her chance. She kicked Ethan out of the way and charged Kronos. "Luke, listen!"

Kronos simply flicked his hand. Annabeth flew backward, slamming into the throne of her mother and crumpling to the floor.

"Annabeth!" Percy screamed.

Ethan Nakamura got to his feet. He now stood between Annabeth and Percy. Percy couldn't fight him without turning his back on Kronos.

Kronos rose to one knee. His hair smoldered. His face was covered with electrical burns. He reached for his sword, but this time it didn't fly into his hands.

"Nakamura!" he groaned. "Time to prove yourself. You know Jackson's secret weakness. Kill him, and you will have rewards beyond measure."

Ethan's eyes dropped to Percy's midsection, and Percy was sure that he knew. Even if he couldn't kill him himself, all he had to do was tell Kronos.

"Look around you, Ethan," Percy said. "The end of the world. Is this the reward you want? Do you really want everything destroyed – the good with the bad? Everything?"

"There is no throne to Nemesis," Ethan muttered. "No throne to my mother."

"That's right!" Kronos tried to get up, but stumbled. Above his left ear, a patch of blond hair still smoldered. "Strike them down! They deserve to suffer."

"You said your mom is the goddess of balance," Percy reminded him slowly. "The minor gods deserve better, Ethan, but total destruction isn't balance. Kronos doesn't build. He only destroys."

Eathan hesitated for a minute, looking around at the ruins. Then he charged. But not at Percy.

While Kronos was still on his knees, Ethan brought down his sword on the Titan lord's neck. It should have killed him instantly, but the blade shattered. Ethan fell back, grasping his stomach. A shard of his own blade had ricocheted and pierced his armor.

Kronos rose unsteadily, towering over his servant. "Treason," he snarled.

Kronos stomped his foot, and the floor ruptured around Ethan Nakamura. The son of Nemesis fell through a fissure that went straight through the heart of the mountain – straight into open air.

"So much for him." Kronos picked up his sword. "And now for the rest of you."