NightOwl95-This was pretty ominous and I like it, please continue.

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Percy's POV

I had been down here for what felt like a century, being tortured by Tartarus, and after a while of being here, Kronos. You see Kronos reformed rather quick because only half of his essence was scared with Luke, and Tartarus helped to get his other half back.

Percy's day went like this:

1 Wake up to being tortured by Tartarus

2 Be drowned in water (courtesy of you guessed it. Tartarus)

3 Whipped till my back looks like sausage after going through the grinder

4 Being cut by Kronos' Scythe

5 Subject to new "experiments"

6 eat moldy food, usually fish...

7 be healed and repeat 1-5

8 Get beat into unconsciousness. And repeat the cycle.

I lost track of the days after about, oh I don't know, 3 seconds of being tortured my first day. Yea, I know pathetic, but I was just saving my energy enough to be sarcastic.

The cell unlocks as I look up to see Kronos with his Scythe in hand.

"Hey there Time-Boy come here to tickle me again?" I ask, hoping to fool him with my cool façade.

"Sea Spawn," he manages to grit through his teeth. "You will break today, yet I will not touch you with my weapon. Here just watch."

I looked as he waved his hand and a picture of Annabeth, MY Girlfriend, kissing another man.

"Impossible!" I screamed. "She wouldn't do that! We love each other to much!" My heart started to shatter into pieces smaller than that of Ouranos's body pieces. How could she do this to me? I sacrificed my life, and am being tortured right now so she could be up on earth, and she repays me by cheating on me? I felt my face fall and knew that Tartarus and Kronos had succeeded in breaking me. The Titan if Time's laughter filled the cell with a coldness not felt anywhere but in the presence of evil.

3rd Person POV

Elsewhere in the world above, in the year 2215, swords were still being used in an arena just outside of the great city New York.

There was a cacophony of sounds, mainly being metal on metal. The sounds of clanking drowning every other sound out like the peaceful ocean waves, the sound of the wind rustling trees, but especially the scream faintly heard by all from a tortured soul. Just another day at Camp Half-Blood really.

The brown dirt of the arena quickly turning to mud from the buckets of sweat exerted by the trainees. Everyone was trying especially hard because this year marked a tragic event that is reminded to them by the constant heart breaking wails of the soul, that pour tortured soul, Perseus Jackson.

No one dared utter his name, lest they be berated by the glares from the 200 year old camp counselors. The gods fearing the demigods power, but needing to reward them for their bravery, gifted them to immortality similar to that of the Hunters of Artemis. They live forever, until they are killed. There are about 20 left.

Since the days of Perseus the Hero of Heroes, the official name Zeus bestowed upon his 18 year old life, Camp Half Blood has been increasing in size and strength. There are hundreds of cabins in a neat, well thought out, organized blob around the original twelve.

The quests were frequently give by the Oracle of Delphi, who happened to be hosted by a Angela Lockett. She was a strong willed mortal, and would have made for an exceptional hunter, except she couldn't shoot a bow. Her cave, hung with paintings of the "original" host of the oracle, Rachel.

"La da dum dee. La dee dee dum," Angela hummed as she mindlessly played a game of solitaire on her I-phone 400. She dropped her phone, causing it to immediately shatter as her body became rigid. Green smile billowed out of her as she recited a prophesy heard by one lone "demigod" who saw it in a rare dream, because he seldom got sleep. The prophesy spoke of death, of war, and of the downfall of the gods.

"Oh my! My phone cracked," Angela huffed indignantly. "Well this sucks, that like the 3rd one this month, Dad'll be so pissed."

Somewhere in the depths of the world the boy was woke from his dream, not by torture as he had been accustomed to, but instead a gentle hand.

"Wake hero, your time comes for revenge, and the repercussions that follow," said a mysterious voice in his head.

Looked to see no being in the room, nor could he tell what had touched him. He heard voices coming from the hall, but not of Lor-Kronos. He to get that habit out of his head.

This time he could make out some masculine voices, "Briares, you're absolutely no fun, we can't steal anything because of you."

Then a deeper more familiar voice he realized was Briares, "Passalos, if you ask to steal something one more time I'll make sure you never reform." You could practically hear Passalos shiver in fear. Just then sound of footsteps stopped outside his door.

"Creeeeaaaaak," possibly the most ominous onomatopoeia ever, sounded from his door.

"Perseus Jackson we've come to help you escape," Briares voice commanded so much respect and was backed with such power, the prisoner of hundreds of years stood without hesitation.

"Well he's awfully scrawny for the most important demigod to ever live," Perseus finally hearing the other..Dwarf? Yeah, a dwarf. Finally hearing the other dwarf speak.

"You needn't mind them young hero, they only are bored," Briares comforted.

"Wh-why are you here? He'll kill you all!" Perseus whisper yelled.

As soon as Perseus mentioned mentioned the Titan Lord, a laugh sounded from the devil, Kronos himself.

"You cannot have thought we let you slip through our defenses so easily do you?" Kronos mused with an evil glint in his eye. "You shall all be destroyed by my-"

Before Kronos could react, the Hekatonkheires grew to full size, breaking down almost the whole compound, and kicked the Titan of Time Halfway across Tartarus.

"Ever thought of pursuing a career kicking for the New York Giants?" Percy half joked, but wondered seriously.

Ignoring the comment, Briares picked up both Percy, and the Kerkopes, and lept to the doors of death, where Damasen was waiting for the party of four.

"Did you give the 'almighty' Titan Lord a whooping for me?" Damasen asked, sounding genuinely hopeful.

"His face should look like like that of a deformed slug," Briares said with a smug look. "I gave him the boot."

"Perseus, you will make the journey to the top with the Kerkopes, as even in my smallest size I could not

fit with the three of you in the blasted elevator." Briares said sullenly, making the whole situation crash down on him.

"This isn't some gnarly dream?" Percy asked, still somewhat befuddled at how Briares kicked Kronos across Tartarus, which is not small mind you.

"I'm a frayed knot," Passalos attempted at a pun, but was received in only a grimace from the demigod. Well if he could be called that.

Damasen chose this moment to press the button, making the whole area reverberate from the elevators old fashion, DING!

The doors opened and Briares ushered Percy inside, saying as a farewell, "Don't blame your demigod friends for not helping you, Zeus is to blame. Also remember what you saw in the dream," Percy was confused as to how Briares could have known about his dream of the oracle. The doors were shutting all too fast, when the sound of hellhounds could be heard howling in the distance.

Percy not wanting to leave his savior, asked," Briares! Will I ever see you again?"

After the doors shut, Briares eyes mimicked the doors as he muttered to himself," I hope so. I hope to meet the Prince of Earth."

The Hekatonkheires then plunged into fighting the hundreds of foul monsters, while Damasen held the button for the next few minutes, lest he let go and let Percy disappear into the void. As soon as they felt his presence back on Earth, they ceased fighting and were overrun by the Titans and Giants that arrived there to kill Perseus.

There it is Chapter 2. There will be flashbacks later, and the Kerkopes will play a big roll. So yea. Review please and thank you.