I do not own Percy Jackson sadly…Rick Riordan does. Oh well…

Sorry it took so long to update, I've been SUPER busy with school, well, here it is at last!!!

Chapter 2: The Battle Begins

I pulled Riptide out of my pocket and uncapped it, revealing the long celestial blade. The butterflies in my stomach were gone, only to be replaced anger and determination. This was it; I was going to fight Kronos today. Today would decide the fate of Olympus.

"Hold your positions!" I yelled, glancing to my left and right at some of the campers who were looking like they wanted to bolt any second now. But they didn't. A breeze swept through the valley and I shivered. I glanced up at the sky. Just our luck, it was getting dark. We'd be fighting through the night. It was already after 7 and the sun was setting. Just our luck, we'd end up fighting in the dark.

Monsters were sprinting down the hill; Lastrigonian giants, hellhounds, dragon women, and all sorts of other bizarre creatures. We stood there, waiting for them to get to us. Just a little further…

"ARCHERS!" Annabeth called as the monsters got closer and closer. Not yet, not yet, I thought.

"Ready,"

The monsters were getting closer every second. "Aim,"

The monsters were very close now. Annabeth hesitated for one second, then—"FIRE!"

Arrows shot from behind us, straight over our heads and into the first two rows of monsters, disintegrating them on the spot. That held them off for all of 3 seconds, but then they continued advancing.

"FIRE!" Annabeth shouted again, and more arrows were shot, taking down more monsters.

We stood there, prepared to fight in case any of the beasts got through the tirade of arrows. It would be soon, I knew. Every time Annabeth said 'Fire' the archers took down about 13 monsters. But they advanced every time they weren't firing. Now they were close enough so that they were able to hit us with stones and clubs.

I turned to Annabeth who yelled "FIRE!" one more time before catching my eye.

"It's time to fight." She nodded, giving my hand a squeeze and taking her place next to me in line. "It's time to fight!" I yelled, raising Riptide in the air above my head. Every other camper unsheathed his or her weapon and yelled, the noise echoing around the camp. "CHARGE!" I yelled, heading the pack as I ran toward the oncoming monsters. My sword clashed with a monster and the fight began.

All around me, campers were fighting monsters. The sound was incredible. Clanging swords and shields, roaring monsters, yelling campers and I occasionally heard a snippet of reed pipes from one of the satyrs. I stabbed a hellhound in its side. It howled and vanished in a poof of dust. I glanced around, looking for some other monster to fight. Then, I spotted him.

Luke hadn't run down Half-Blood hill with the rest of his army. He was standing at the top, staring down at the battle going on below. But his eyes were fixed in one spot, and they weren't moving. I knew he was staring straight at me. I knew now was the time, so I raced toward him.

I passed between monsters and campers, ducked under flailing arms and stabbing swords. I could see people I knew fighting; Annabeth, Grover, Tyson, Clarrise, Beckendorf; they were all slashing and chopping, taking down every monster they could. I prayed they would all make it out of this, even if I didn't.

Finally, I reached the edge of the hill and looked up at Luke who was grinning evilly down at me.

"Perseus Jackson," he mused as I strode up the hill, twirling Riptide in my hands. "I've been waiting for you."