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Dark Times: Chapter One. Percy's POV.

I gritted my teeth as Luke's eye slipped close for the last time. The emotions running through me were bad I knew that. The anger, rage, and need for some sort of repercussion, no the need for revenge. These emotions were dangerous I knew that and somewhere in the back of my head my morals were trying to tell me to calm down, but all that was suddenly drowned out when I felt a cold chill go down my spine. The coldness spread and my body was starting to shake.

I looked over towards Annabeth she was still crying over Luke's body and no matter what she said she loved the guy, truly. The anger in me flared once again and the cold felt like it was seeping into my head.

How could they! They are the reason for his death! Just because they didn't want to take responsibility for their own children!

I knew my moral compass was working overtime now but every reason it came up with to convince me of the gods' innocents was quickly crushed and torn apart by anger and rage.

Yes, they are the reason for the death of a good friend, a brother, a family member. The anger was growing and the cold had frozen my mind making its way into my ears blocking out all the sounds around me.

My ears rung and everything was a blur but I could still hear the chariots approaching coming to a halt just opposite of the closed throne room doors. The horses pulling the chariots started to neigh nervously, they could feel my anger and by the way the gods seemed to stager as they entered the throne room so could they. Everything was a hazy from then on. I remembered demanding that Luke received a shroud, demanding that he be remembered as a hero. I remember Zeus offering me godhood but I also remembered the promise I had made Luke just before his death. No demigod would ever suffer like this again. I remembered the requests I made and the look on Zeus' face as he grudgingly accepted them.

After that we were all sent back to Camp Half Blood where we were all thrown a feast but no one was in a festive mood there was much to rebuild and many deaths to mourn. Meanwhile I had my own problems to deal with. The anger and coldness had yet to leave me, even while sitting next to the camp fire while the Apollo kids sang songs trying to get everyone's mood up. I could still feel it like someone was trailing their cold fingers down my spine and every time I tried letting what has passed just be what it is something would trigger a memory that would just make my anger rise once more, and it wasn't long before I started hearing thatvoice in my head.

'Hello Perseus.'

'What the fuck are you still doing here?' I looked around a bit startled making sure no one saw my sudden outburst.

'Now, now Perseus I was just checking up on the new Hero of Olympus.' I could feel Kronos' dark chuckle make the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. 'Honestly, my children are certainly a pathetic bunch'

I clenched my fist as my jaw tensed. 'Shut up old man!' My breathing was starting to get erratic coming out in little puffs. I had to get out of here so I put every effort into calmly standing up and leaving the camp fire with my fist in my pockets, heading towards my cabin.

All the way Kronos kept taunting me. 'Oh, look here the Hero of Olympus is defending the gods!' His voice suddenly went down an octave as if he were actually whispering in my ear. 'You know the gods who are the reason for the death of the death of one of your friends.' He cackled wildly.

I reached my cabin quickly going inside, slamming the door behind me. 'I said shut up!'

Kronos hummed as if mockingly contemplating something. 'Why don't you try and make me little demi god.' The taunt had my blood boiling.

'Trust me you piece of shit if I had the chance I would kill you ten times over' Kronos was cackling again.

'Then come and try son of Poseidon.' I paused at that, what does he mean come and try?

'If you want a chance at truly killing me then all you have to do is fall asleep' It may seems like an odd thing but I actually looked at my bed in disgust.

'As if I would trust you to be truthful in anything.' I stomped over to my drawer digging through my cloths, looking for a pouch of drachmas I always kept handy for IM'ing my mom, but right know she couldn't help me in this situation but my father could.

'I wouldn't do that if I were you.' Kronos spoke once again.

I gave what most would see as a dark smirk. 'Why, afraid of your so called pathetic children?'

'No, just fearing for your wellbeing.' I paused just in front of the fountain, ready to call my father. 'I wonder how your father will react when his son come's calling for his aid in such a trivial matter, I'd suppose he'd be pretty upset.'

I stopped all movement completely, my hand holding the coin just above the water. 'Why would he be upset, he will help me?' I was starting to become unsure.

'I highly doubt he favors you that much, boy.' I sneered at the thought, no my father will help me. 'And there is the fact that a war has just ended, your father must be quite stressed as it is.'

'He doesn't need his bastard son causing any more problems.' That taunt froze me cold, as if Medusa had just popped her head out of the water.

'You fucking asshole!' I growled.

Cackles started to fill my head making me a bit dizzy. 'I suppose, but what are you going to do about it? Last I checked you were going to run to hide behind a father you. don't. have.' Kronos carefully pronounced the last three words.

My vision went red, I couldn't think properly. I hastily rose from the fountain, dropping the drachmas on the floor.

I backed up against the wall sliding down gathering my knees to my chest, desperately trying to get my ecstatic breathing under control.

'I thought you would have known by now, the gods won't help you they never have and never will.' Kronos continued, I felt his presence becoming more pronounced and the coldness that had seeped through out my entire body was now a blazing inferno just beneath my skin. It was happening just like what was happening to Luke, Kronos was taking over my body.

I looked down at my arms and I could see my own burning flesh, my fingers starting to char. I wanted to scream but I tensed my jaw holding back the pain, the cabin walls were too thick no one would hear me even if I did.

I had to do something to stop it; I couldn't let Kronos come back not after everything we've through to put him down.

'I told you, if you want a chance at stopping me all you have to do is fall asleep.' Even through the pain my body felt as though it was being beckoned to a different place and perhaps even a different time.

I clumsily rose stumbling forward towards my bed ignoring the pain that shot through every muscle. I collapsed on the mattress groaning in pain. I wanted to say my goodbye knowing that there was a one in a million chances that I would be the one waking up tomorrow. I took a deep breath as I closed my eyes but instead of falling asleep it felt like someone had plunged my dark mind into a very dark hole.