A/N: Well I think I'll start out with saying, wow Matt, just wow. Get someone behind a keyboard and they turn into internet tough guy. Go kill myself? A little extreme if I would say so. I'm sorry that you did not like how Annabeth is skirting a line between being Kronos most trusted Lieutenant and her mission. Also, those of you who wanted to see the confrontation between Athena and Poseidon in the Athena cabin, don't worry that is coming up in the epilogue. I could not put it in the actual story because then you'd pretty much know what Annabeth is doing and she doesn't want ANYONE to know fully.

Enjoy!

Reedited on January 17, 2015.

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It is almost dawn before I arrive back at Auntie Em's. I'm struggling for breath holding my chest. Walking miles with cracked ribs is not my idea of an ideal late night stroll.

I reach Kronos and bow before him wincing in massive pain in my chest.

"Rise." He says and then points to some ambrosia and nectar, "Eat quickly and tell me why our assault failed." His voice was barely hiding intense anger.

I drink some nectar and scarf down two squares of ambrosia. The pain almost immediately stops.

"My forces were ambushed while leaving the tunnels and bridges. The ambush was so well concealed that I did not detect it. The few monsters that survived with me joined up with Hyperion's forces in Central Park. My Lord, Poseidon and Athena blessed another camper with their powers," I reach into my pack and pull out Clarisse's severed head, "Clarisse LaRue, daughter of Ares. I managed to defeat her in single combat after she killed Hyperion with a miniature hurricane."

"We shall avenge my brother with the destruction of Olympus! Typhon will arrive after midnight. I want Olympus razed before that. Do I make myself clear granddaughter?"

The use of my familial connection to him jolted me. Kronos smiled at my discomfort, "yes my lord. Perhaps we should activate my plan? Everyday the Gods survive is another day they could-"

He cuts me off with a wave of his hand, "I am not concerned yet. Go ready the next wave of monsters. Without this Clarisse, the remaining demigods should fall quickly."

"Yes sire. I shall not fail you again," Before I could bow and turn away, Kronos' brother, Iapetus, runs into the makeshift throne room and hastily bows before his brother.

"Brother! I have received news from Krios and Oceanus. The Romans are assaulting Mount Othrys. They are being led by a son of Jupiter. Krios is holding them off, but the Jupiter spawn is persistent."

Romans? Son of Jupiter? What was he talking about? "Lord Kronos, Romans?" I enquired.

"Ah, yes, your Gods decided to keep a very big secret from you. They also have demigod children in their Roman forms. There is an entire camp of Roman Legionnaires in San Francisco. One of their leaders is none other than Thalia Grace's brother, Jason." Thalia has a brother?

My shock at this revelation made a toothy smile stretch across his face. His head turned back to Iapetus and waves his hand, "Continue."

"Oceanus reports that Poseidon has abandoned his palace and is in full retreat with all his surviving forces. He wants to know if you would like him to pursue or occupy Atlantis."

"Good. Inform him he is to raze Poseidon's palace and then destroy Camp Fish-Blood. Any other news on my other son?" I just looked confused again at the mention of a Camp Fish-Blood, but Kronos just dismissed my questioning look at him.

"Other than his two children stopping our eastern assault with that army of the dead, Hades is still in his palace with his wife and her mother. There is no indication that he is preparing to enter the fray."

"Very good. Daughter of Athena, prepare our forces for the final assault on Olympus tonight. Do not fail me again." He stood up to leave the room

Iapetus and I bow to our Lord and depart.

I walk to my tent thinking about the fact that the Gods had hidden an entire camp of demigods from us. Just another example of how they did not trust us. Did the Roman know about us Greeks? No time to ponder such things.

I gingerly get into my cot. The ambrosia is helping, but my ribs still have not fully healed. I fall asleep as soon as my head hits my pillow.

I slept for 5 hours and oddly I had no dreams at all.

Our entire army emerges from the Lincoln Tunnel. Kronos himself at the head of the column with myself and Atlas at his left and Iapetus and Prometheus at his right. He had decided that he would march all of our forces to Olympus together. I knew it was simply because our previous assault had utterly failed and he did not trust any of his generals with the task.

We encountered no resistance until we reached the block the Empire State Building was on. The streets were emptied. No mortal vehicles or signs of the sleeping population to be found. Spectacular, Thalia did a great job of removing the civilians from potential harm. I still had a heart. If this plan failed, at least they would survive.

There was a massive barricade of overturned cars, buses, and trucks blocking the intersections with no visible guards. Kronos orders Iapetus and Prometheus to dismantle a barricade. They receive no opposition. We continue our march to Olympus as Typhon approaches Newark.

We see two small figures standing at the entrance of the Empire State Building. I know it is Nico and Bianca DiAngelo. The final stage of my plan was now in play.

"Surrender, grandchildren. You may have won a battle yesterday, but my force is far superior today. Typhon will be here soon as well. You are hopelessly outmatched."

Nico just gripped his sword and nodded at his sister. They grabbed each others hand and closed their eyes. Fissures opened up before us spewing dead soldiers from Native Americans to British Red Coats to the Dutch to Colonial Minutemen. Any and all soldiers who ever died fighting on or around the island of Manhattan were rising to defend Olympus with the children of Hades.

There were several hundred dead now. They had no chance still. They were still outnumbered almost 3 to 1. The distraction should be good enough until the main event I thought.

The children of Hades unleash their forces against our own. Celestial bronze raining down on our monsters from the enemy pistols and muskets. Hand to hand fighting breaks out after a second volley riddles our forces. The defenders were not very skilled in basic combat, probably the reason why they died in the first place.

It was slow progress defeating the dead. We took many losses, but our total effective fighting force was hardly affected. We forced Nico and Bianca into a semicircle around the entrance. Around 75 dead warriors remaining.

I managed to catch Bianca's eye quickly and send her a glare telling her 'now.' She nods almost imperceivable and whispers into Nico's ear. The young kid melts into the shadows leaving his sister already strained from summoning and controlling the dead to bear the brunt of controlling her remaining forces alone.

I order our Dracaena to apply more pressure on the left side. Bianca shifts her defenders to reenforce her left, doing exactly what I wanted her to do. I then send the Empousai to crumble her right side. Kronos smiles as our forces begin to breach her lines. I smile knowing what is coming in 3, 2, 1..

Oh Hades.

No, seriously. A giant fissure opened before us and a massive chariot was pulled out by a pair of skeletal horses. The occupants were none other than Lord Hades himself, his wife, Persephone, his mother-in-law, Demeter, and his demigod son, Nico DiAngelo. A wicked smile creased his oily face as he pointed his might spear in the direction of his father.

"Rise heroes of Olympus," he said in a commanding voice spreading his arms wide.

Warriors began erupting from the crevice they had come from. I recognized some of the first few from descriptions I had read, Achilles, Odysseus, Theseus, Atalanta, the original Perseus. He was emptying Elysium of the classic heroes. Wait. Not just the old heroes. I gasped at the sight of Beckendorf, Clarisse, the Stolls, everyone from camp that I murdered or led to their deaths, but no Percy. Hades did more than I expected, all the Heroes who attained Elysium were rallied.

The heroes of old were a sight to behold. Their fighting was so graceful and brutal. There were only around 50 of them, but each one tore through the monsters like a hot knife through butter. First they saved Bianca and turned their attention to the hundreds of monsters still surrounding them.

The Drakons were the only monsters holding their own. They were fighting four or five of the heroes each before one by one they started to fall. The Lydian Drakon was the last one standing, well slithering as it has no legs.

The Drakon used its massive jaws to rend several of the dead heroes, Odysseus the only one I recognized. Michelle was the only child of Ares I saw on the battlefield, but she was on the opposite side of the battle. None of the assembled heroes were smart enough to realize the only way to kill this Drakon was by the hands of a child of Ares.

I looked around for something, anything I could use to inform the heroes without alerting Kronos or any of the other Titans. I glanced at the sky for a second and did a double take when I saw a black Pegasus. I quickly prayed to Poseidon asking him to allow Michelle just a single minute of understanding.

Now or never, I thought. I concentrated hard on telling Blackjack to tell Michelle she is the only one who could kill the Drakon. I didn't think it worked at first until I saw Blackjack suddenly drop down to Michelle who was waist deep in Empousai. She looked at the Pegasus for a minute before nodding and disengaging herself from the western front.

It didn't take long before Michelle Vega, the last living child of Ares, stood victorious over the mound of golden dust.

I turned to Kronos. Pleadingly I said, "Lord, I believe it is time. We are being routed"

Anger ripples through his reply, "No, my son can not hope to defeat me. Typhon will be here any second now and we shall see how quickly he surrenders once the Olympian seat of power is destroyed."

Right on cue a glass shattering roar echoes through the abandoned canyons of the city. Typhon was almost on Manhattan. A smile crossed Kronos' lips as he summoned a mist that projected an image of Typhon stepping into the Hudson river. His joy was short-lived as a vortex of water envelops Typhon and dozens of cyclops emerge from the water carrying massive celestial bronze chains. In a matter of seconds Typhon is pulled below the surface of the water and Poseidon rises.

"Fool Oceanus! He ran not away, he ran to save his kin!" Iapetus bellows.

"We must act now! There is no time. The Olympians will be here soon." I yell at Kronos.

I hear a sigh escape his lips. His eyes are not solid gold anymore. Luke was in control of his body again.

"He is readying his powers now sweetheart," he said grabbing my hand. "He has never attempting anything like this with his powers, you could die." Tears begin to form at the corners of his eyes.

"It's a risk I've been willing to take to win this war." I said no longer looking into his eyes. My eyes take in the battlefield. The remaining campers and hunters had joined with the dead heroes of Olympus and were devastating our army. To the west a bright light grew quickly. The Olympians were nearing.

"I don't have much time left. Keep hold of my hand, he's almost rea.." His eyes turned pure gold again. His face creased slightly into a frown. He turned his head to me and a blinding flash of light enveloped us.

No deaths this time! Where did Kronos take her and what is he going to do? Find out next chapter!