Chapter Two- Battle For Time
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The voice called out to him. It felt familiar, like that feeling you get whenever you look at an old photo, or when you're cleaning out your attic and discover a whole crate full of schoolwork and memories.
It felt like that. Percy felt like he knew this voice, and he welcomed it.
But to welcome something, first, you must find it. He looked up. Everything seemed frozen apart from him. Frozen in time. He could see Grover, arms reached out as if he could save Annabeth with the Force. He saw the expression on Annabeth's face, turned away in pain, her cute eyes scrunched together, her mouth set in a half frown half scream.
He could even see the droplets of ichor flying through the air, in slow motion, like flies in honey. Wait. Slow motion? He focused on Luke's sword, Backbiter. It was moving lazily in a downwards stroke.
He snorted. At that rate, he doubted it would hit his girlfriend before next month.
Alright, so what had created the voice? And why was everything so mysteriously frozen? He was clueless.
Suddenly, the voice thundered in his head, filled every crevice in his brain and overloaded his head, "Perseus, listen, I don't have much time."
The son of Poseidon cried out as the voice blasted his eardrums, and created a blast of sound and power in his head, rapidly expanding, a heat that was growing and growing, It even rivalled the heat he felt when he took a dip in Mount Saint Helens. The heat slowly left his body through his ears, his nose, and his mouth. Steam rose out like he was a fire that water just crushed.
"My bad, I think I went on the wrong frequency. Never mind that, listen up. You are special Perseus, you are descended from a very special line of people. You have lived up to that legacy your whole life, and you should know that your ancestors are smiling down on you. Your moment to shine will come soon. Remember to say yes. For now, I'll give you a boost."
Percy's mind filled with questions. Who was this guy? Who were his ancestors? And most importantly, what should he say yes to? Before he had time to reflect on his newly-found questions, a golden light lifted him up slowly into the air, threads of the light spiraling and swirling around him, spinning, dancing ribbons of light.
When he reached a few meters off the ground, he stopped moving. The heavenly light spiraled into him. He could feel it working, moulding his body, ripping apart atoms and putting them back together. Before long, the light got so intense he closed his eyes.
When they were open, he found himself back on the floor, with Kronos hovering threateningly over his Wise Girl's body. Time worked as normal.
"Die, girl!" Kronos bellowed in a voice that echoed throughout the Olympian chamber. He plunged his sword down into Annabeth's heart, and she cried out as the life left her body and journeyed to Elysium.
Percy was shocked with pain. His mind went numb. This was impossible, no no no no no way this was happening, he was supposed to defeat Kronos and live happily after with Annabeth. He was sure it didn't end like this. The numbness turned to intense grief, then morphed into furious anger.
His mind suddenly flashed white, and he felt new memories enter his barely sixteen year old set. He saw the hands of an old man, wielding a staff against a knight who was fully dressed in chainmail and steel. He watched in fascination as the staff glowed with the same golden light that had covered him merely minutes ago, the knight's arm movements seemed to be moving backwards. The poor farmer underneath him seemed to be healing, as blood and spit seemed to fly back into his body.
Yet another vision flashed before his eyes. He was in olden times New York, probably around civil war period judging by the soldiers marching through the street's uniform. Arms that weren't his reached out into his vision, pulled back until they were up to what he guessed was around chest level, then pushed out pointing towards the street.
A black orb jumped from the palms of the hands, which stopped at where the arms were aiming at. It seemed to such all life in, such a dark and endless black that you could look into it forever and still not see the end. The lights around it darkened, and the area around the now growing orb visibly sucked all light in.
His stomach lurched as he felt himself jumping through the portal, swiftly landing through what he assumed was the other end of the portal. He was suddenly no longer in territory of the Union, a place he didn't recognize.
A sudden white jolt brought him back to the world, and the memories brought knowledge. Knowledge on what the memories were, and how to cast them. Oh boy, I'm ready.
With a single thought, he froze time. Once again, he could see the world in all its beauty, shimmering as the environment around him froze. He pushed forward, then pulled with all his might backwards. A familiar tug in his gut, and suddenly, Backbiter was being pulled up and out of Annabeth's chest, and her eyes regained their vibrant grayness.
For the second time, Kronos stood above Annabeth with his hands drawn high, sword in hand.
"Die, girl!" Kronos bellowed, and Percy felt a sense of déjà vu overcome him. He needed to act quickly.
He was far apart from the pair, halfway across the throne room. He tried to mimic what he had seen in the flashbacks, pulling his hands backwards, then thrusting them forward towards a spot in front of him. He focused his mind power into his arms, imagining the orb he had seen, and he pushed out the swirling blackness onto the ground in front of him. He saw another one emerge behind Kronos.
He jumped. When he was in the portal, he felt coldness take over his body, a bit like shadow traveling, only this was more intense. His body shook, he felt like he was being ripped apart and put together at the other side. He silently contemplated whether he would just be another memory for his future ancestor to learn.
He ungracefully crashed out of the portal on the other side of the throne room, smashing into Kronos just as he began his downwards stroke.
Kronos cried out in surprise, and his sword flew into the air, clattering onto Zeus' throne. It sizzled as electricity attacked it from all sides, Zeus' auto defense system working. Backbiter shimmered into the shape of a scythe, before somehow vanishing with one big bolt of lightning.
He leapt back up to his feet, faster than Kronos who was still in shock after being attacked from nowhere.
He pulled Riptide out of his pocket, flicking off the cap with a finger, and positioned it at the back of his long-time enemy's neck.
"Any last words, Luke?" Percy mockingly asked, his breaths still ragged after being drained of energy after his little portal trick.
"You will never defeat me, -" Percy concentrated all the energy he had left into his sword, and created a giant orb of the void around Kronos. He created another one at the tip of Riptide, and pushed his sword in. All around the inside of the ball, Kronos was stabbed over and over again by hundreds of different Riptides all at once, and one lucky sword got him right in the armpit.
The void ball disintegrated and revealed Luke's body, on his knees, eyes glowing golden with increasing power. He looked like he was struggling to even breathe, and his chest expanded more and more, until with a golden flash, he vaporized into golden and white dust. Golden for Kronos, white for the little sliver of the son of Hermes that was left.
Percy turned around just as the Olympians charging into the throne room in full gear, prepared to take on their father or grandfather, only to find a visibly glowing son of Poseidon in front of a pile of dust, a collapsed daughter of Athena and a semi-conscious satyr, all of which looked visibly exhausted.
Suddenly, Percy realized just how tired he was. He was drained by his new-found powers, of course using them so much for his first time stripped him of all his energy. His world turned slowly to the comforting blackness, caressing his eyelids as he slowly drooped off to sleep.
Jeez, this was a bugger to write. This took me more or less 2 to 3 hours, well, whatever. Tell me what you guys think!