A/N: Warning this chapter sucks…

"Well Anastasia are you going to tell her where her lover is?" Anastasia looked at me with a cold sense of pain. Her eyes pleading at me, but she hung her head in defeat.

"No my lord, I can not tell the goddess the whereabouts of the god." She said this in a tone directed to Kronos, but her eyes were locked with mine. Kronos gave her a sick grin,

"Why is that my dear?" He pulled his hand into a fist, and Anastasia was whipped, like a rag doll, over to him. "Please explain to her, sweetheart." He seethed through his teeth; Anastasia closed her eyes and tears flooded from them like waterfalls.

"Kronos is my father. Daniel, Faye, and I were separated at birth; my lord didn't want the other children, so he gave them up to live on their own. I was his chosen daughter, and I was forced to serve him ever since then. When I died a year ago, I was placed in Tartarus, and I'm labeled as a fonias." A shiver went down my spine, Marcus tightened at the word. Killer. One word was all she said, but it changed everything. I flew at her,

"NO! YOU CAN'T KILL HIM! I WON'T LET YOU!" I exploded at her, my heart racing. My face became red with anger, I screamed with so much emotion, hot angry tears streamed down my face. Anastasia knelt to the ground, holding her head sobbing to the ground. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM? YOU FED HIM LIES! YOU TOLD HIM I WOULD SAVE HIM!" She lifted her face, her eyes had evil lurking within them behind the good, she was torn.

"It is my job, to destroy every single shred of happiness that these beings have. Whether that be the love of their life, or killing people. For Phoenix it was you, I don't have much of a choice, I-I had to do it. It's my nature, Penelope. He didn't know who you were; all he could remember was your eyes." I fell to the ground, the pounding in my head was becoming to hard to hear over. I heard faintly what the rest of Anastasia said, but I didn't care. Phoenix had thought I was going to save him, and the worst thing was I had lost him all over again.

Marcus lifted me up and carried me out of Kronos' tent, Percy saw me and then anger filled his expression. "What. Did. He. Do. To. You?" His voice was dangerously low, and his sea-green eyes showed so much hatred and vengeance against Kronos', that I felt like hiding under something. I shook my head and sniffed. Anastasia emerged, her hair so long and beautiful flowed like a kinky river of gold and moonlight.

"Penelope-" Marcus gave me to Percy and turned around to face her,

"Do you know anything about this goddess?" Anastasia's pained face filled with regret. "She has done as much for you, as she has for the satyrs in the forest. She saved your tiny sister from death. Did you expect that? I'm not normal either Anastasia, I have a horrible family history too. I know what you have gone through, but yet I still fight alongside…Zeus." He said the lord of the sky's name like it was a bitter drink. "Yet you still remind her of the flame lord's death last summer. Have you no respect for the gods?" Marcus had turned into a bitter man; his blue eyes were blazing like a fire. He had an aura that rocketed off of him like a born commander, and his face was taunt and tight with tension and anger. He wasn't my gentle Marcus. No, he had transformed.

Anastasia was quiet for a minute then she looked up. Her eyes were neutral and showed no emotion. The tear stains on her pale, rosy cheeks gave her expressionless feign away. "I have learned to respect the gods. They use you. Can't you people see it! They use you like a puppet!" Her words were laced with fire and hate. "Penelope, you too have been used by your own kind. Your father made you become a god against your own will." I was on the ground sitting a little dazed in the moment, but her words snapped me out of it.

"Anastasia I don't ask for much. But this once I ask you, why? Why? Why do you follow him? Why did you pick up that Stone of Wisdom? Why did you…you do what you did to-to," I couldn't say his name, "to the lord of the flame? I have learned to forgive, but you have not. True it is unfair how your father lives, but look at yourself. You died. A beautiful, young, intelligent, girl with a pretty name died because her stupid father killed her. Oh of course, you deny it now that he did, but I know the truth." Hate was welling inside of me. Then it hit me, I had changed. I had changed so much.

The girl ripped off a golden chain that hung around her neck. It was a heart shaped locket, as she opened it a golden flash fused into the gold of the locket. When it died down a beautiful, bronze sword was in her hand. She plunged it into the ground; her eyes were omniscient as she did. Her hands were shaking and she pointed at the sword. "You ask so many questions. Do you really even know the answers to some of your own? You ask why? Because I was cursed, I didn't have a choice. Kronos was my father, as much we sometimes hate our family we cannot leave them in the dust. This sword was given to me by an old hag; she said using it would make me a great warrior. It did. But I could not submit to the fact that she had also told me I was destined to die, I was destined to know, and with this sword. Knowledge came to me; all I had to do was kill a few people to get it." She looked at the sword; nostalgia was blocking her eyes now. They seemed misted from memories.

"She told me this, and yet I did not listen. When I arrived here at Tartarus from my death, a year ago…I found myself awake in the belly of this evil pit. Kronos called to me and I served him, crushing anything he called upon me to do. I was the ultimate death for some, but for others their first love. I was beautiful and smart, everything they wanted, and they gave themselves to me. But Phoenix… He would not succumb easily; I almost had to force him to love me. He did eventually, but he always had a slight remembrance of a happy smile, eyes dark and vacant. You see goddess, as I'm sorry to say, what comes to Tartarus with hope…it-it must be crushed." She shook her head sadly, "This sword is my chain that I will never be able to rid myself of. As for you, you can get out. As for you son of, King Exodus," She had turned to Marcus, "Remember this: You were born to be a great warrior. Do not take vengeance on your god." She wiped away a tear.

"So now you know who I am. I am Anastasia, crusher of dreams, knower of all knowledge, and daughter of the Titan Kronos. I am not proud nor am I ashamed." She stood with a certain dignity, a certain pride even though she claimed she had none. I envied it. I envied her stride, her walk full of confidence. She knew she owned the world, even if the world didn't know it. Her height and strong shoulders could have held the world. She was a born leader. Her will was neither of evil nor of good. It laid somewhere in between, she was a judge. She was meant to see people as they were meant to be seen. She saw the humanity. The imperfectness of it.

Percy held my hand in his own. I felt my heart pulse each and every second, growing faster. I know Percy could hear it; the blood was pounding in my ears. Tears grew in my eyes, as I thought of him, the warmth of his smile, his strong arms, his endless love to me, and it wasn't just all his looks. His anger towards the injustice of crimes, he had believed things could happen for a reason. He was my hero, taken his own life for me, and laid down his head in the blade. He was perfect. I was only a hill compared to the mountain he had been. He had chosen me, a girl who didn't deserve him at all, to be his… I missed him so gods damn much.

A shout interrupted my morose thoughts. Percy's knuckles were bending white and his eyes flashed with hate. I looked to the figure standing in the tent, Kronos, as much as a body as he could bring stared at Percy. "So we meet again Perseus…" Annabeth clasped Percy's arm to hold him back, but her own anger shown in her face. Annabeth had a way of keeping it subtle and understated. Percy tore from our grasps, but he didn't run at him, instead a sheer bolt of power erupted and the ground started to shake beneath us. I yelped and Marcus took hold of me.

"You. Will. Never. Speak. To. Me. Again." Percy's hand reached and the Earth seemed to bend to his will. It cracked down the middle and water burst from within it. The water was black, containing a tint of blood in it, but I ignored it. Kronos' empty face lifted upward,

"You have grown. Made acquaintances with the lovely, daughter of Athena, and it seems to me captured the heart of the goddess. Well son of Poseidon, I mistook you." Annabeth had silent tears coming from her eyes.

"You killed him…" She managed to gulp out, "Why? Why would you do that to him?" She had ground louder with each word, now her voice echoed through the deadened battlefield.

"He killed himself. If it wasn't for that damn weak-spot, I would be in your position, demigod."

"DON'T YOU FUCKING TALK TO HER LIKE THAT AGAIN!" Percy had drawn Riptide. The sword shimmered with power, it had looked as angry as its master. "I'll kill you, Kronos. I'll keep killing you, until one day you collapse. Don't. Ever. Talk. To. Her. That. Way. Again." I grabbed his shoulder, it tensed at the move.

"Percy," I whispered into his ear, "Listen to me, this is what he wants. He wants you to attack, don't give him the satisfaction." Percy gave a long sigh, and dropped his sword. Kronos smiled with a sick look to him. His teeth were rotted and broken; I breathed in, and closed my eyes. Thinking of Pearl and Phoenix, let go my hatred for the Titan, and curled my hands into fists. "We're finished here." Kronos laughed and his robe swirled as he went back into his tent.

I turned and walked towards blood-filled field, there was no survivor. Not even those alive were truly whole. Something stopped me, as I walked on. A grip so passionate, I turned. Anastasia's eyes were brimmed with tears, "May I see her? Please?" I gave her a solemn nod. Dace stepped forward and Faye got off of him. Anastasia ran to her and picked her up, Faye grasped around her sister's strong neck. The older girl had started to cry. I saw the pure goodness of her; with Faye she had something to be good for. The sisters' hair was intertwined together, looking like a sheer mass of gold and silver streams.

Clouds over the horizon filled the air with a chill. I stared at them and realized something. Maybe some people did bring the best out each other. Anastasia had never known anything other then evil, bitterness, and hate. Faye so full of good, light, and purity, had brought out the goodness of her. I smiled despite my solemn trance. I turned around and to leave, Faye would be happy if her sister was by her side.

We were almost across the battlefield when, yet again Anastasia stopped me. "Camaron Gardens. Don't ask, just learn to know them." Then she was gone. I felt a fierce wind and when I looked once more, I was standing above the pit of Tartarus. My knees wobbled and I collapsed onto the hard ground, and everything went black.