I AM SO SORRY I FEEL SO TERRIBLE FOR NOT UPDATING! But, seriously, I could not think of one single bloody idea for this chapter! And, I'm in archery now, I have been for a while, but it's getting more serious now, and I have lessons every Saturday morning. But, the owner of the range had something happen, and they were closed today. I feel sort of happy, because I can update now, but saying that feels mean.

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OH MY BLOODY GODS! Did you guys see the Blood of Olympus cover? It is amazing! But, it only has the Romans—Jason, Hazel, and Frank—on it. I was really sad! They've never even let us see the front of Annabeth! We only got to see her hair on the House of Hades cover! But, I have heard some people on Pinterest say that on the Annabeth and… Sadie, was it? Yeah Sadie. Well, they said that on the on the cover of the Annabeth and Sadie book, you can see the front of Annabeth. But, I never read the Kane Chronicles. Ancient World History class made me not really care for Egypt. I don't know if I will ever read them. But, I think I will look up the cover… once I finish this chapter.

Well, here you go! The next chapter of reborn! Είμαι πραγματικά συγνώμη για την περιμένετε!


Stupid swords.

Percy and I were attempting to sword fight in the arena, with Dylan and Chase looking on. Emphasis on attempting. I was using a sword, and Percy might as well have been fighting a plant, for the good I did to help him. I could barely hold the sword, for the gods' sake! Chase came over every once in a while, and gently reminded me on how to hold the sword correctly. It was quite embarrassing, let me tell you. So, after almost ten minutes of my failure, I heard Chase say something to Dylan. Dylan chuckled. I didn't turn around, though. I didn't want Percy to slice my head off!

He was really good with Riptide, better than he was with any of the other swords. When he first started fighting with it, he had gotten a little smile on his face, like he had been reunited with an old friend. He fought with it like a professional.

When our ten minutes was almost up, I felt Chase take away my sword.

"What! What you doing?!" I attempted to take my sword back. "I need to get good at this! We still have a couple minutes left!"

He walked over to the sword bin and lazily tossed my sword in. My only weapon. I felt myself getting mad.

"I'm not going to let you guys do all of the work on this quest! What am I supposed to fight with now?"

"This." Chase walked back over to me, and handed me the knife from his sheath at the bottom of his jeans. The golden knife. His knife.

I stared up at him in wonder. "Are you really giving this to me?"

Chase smirked. "Don't make me change my mind." But then his smile got serious. "But, yeah. Percy got the sword of Percy Jackson. It only seems right that his girly partner in crime gets Annabeth Chase's knife. And, you said that you wanted to fight with a knife, did you not?"

I felt little tears start to come to my eyes, which was weird, because it didn't seem to me that I was the kind of girl to cry. "Thank you, Chase."

I glared at him. "Wait, did you just call me Percy's girly partner in crime? I'm not girly!"

Chase laughed. "Hades, I thought you wouldn't notice."

I smirked. "I notice everything. I'm a dau—"

I stopped.

"You're a what?" Chase asked, still laughing.

I looked up at him again. "Oh, nothing."

But it wasn't nothing. I had been about to say that I was a daughter of Athena.


When I started fighting with Chase's knife, it was great. I didn't expect to be able to fight well with Percy, since I had just started fighting with this and his sword was longer, but I actually did really well. At first, I stayed on defense, just to get used to it, but after a minute, I decided to take the offense. I started slicing at Percy. He looked surprised, and so did Dylan and Chase. But, Percy wouldn't go to defense. So, ewe both were just slicing at each other, trying to get the other tired. But, after a few seconds of that. Percy got impatient. He sliced down to the hilt of my knife. It would have knocked it clean out of my hands, if I hadn't caught it. I caught his blade on the hilt of my knife.

I looked into Percy's eyes, and saw that he was remembering something. It wasn't long enough to be a whole scene, but he was remembering something. At that moment, I fell.


They were on Olympus now. A boy who looked like Percy, a goat man, a dark haired goth-looking girl, and a girl with long blonde hair were running towards a palace. A statue fell on the dark haired girl. She told the others to leave her behind. Reluctantly, they did. They had to defeat him. They had to.

Fireball were flying across the clouds. The heroes started running towards the palace.

When they entered the large doors, they saw two people. One had an eye patch, the other had golden eyes. It was him. Kronos.

He laughed. "Finally!" he bellowed. "The Olympian Council-so proud and mighty. Which seat of power shall I destroy first?"

There was a fire in the corner of the room, almost dissipated. A cow-serpent was swimming around in an orb of water, going unnoticed by Kronos. But, the heroes weren't. The boy with the eye patch saw them first. He warned Kronos. The titan turned toward us, smiling. Percy's breath hitched, and the blonde girl made a pained sound in her throat. They both recognized him.

"Shall I destroy you first, Jackson?" Kronos asked. "Is that the choice you will make-to fight me and die instead of bowing down? Prophecies never end well, you know."

"Luke would fight with a sword," Percy said. "But I suppose you don't have his skill."

Kronos sneered. His sword began to change, until it was a smaller sword, with half a side of gray, half bronze.

Next to me, Annabeth gasped like she'd suddenly had an idea. "Percy, the blade!" She unsheathed her knife. "The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap."

Percy looked confused. But, he didn't have time to ask, because then, Kronos raised his sword. The blonde girl yelled at him to wait, but Kronos came right at Percy, sword swinging. They both fought expertly, but Percy looked strained from the effort of keeping up with the Lord of Time. The boy with the eye patch tried to come at Percy from behind, but the blonde girl started fighting him. The goat boy started playing a little instrument hanging around his neck. Kronos backed Percy up against a throne with wires all around it. The titan slashed at Percy, but he jumped strait up onto the godly seat. It stared warning him about defense mode. Percy jumped off of the throne right as an electric wire hit Kronos in the face. He fell. The blonde girl widened her eyes, and ran toward him, trying to talk and reason with him. But, Kronos flicked his hand, and she flew backward, slamming into another throne.

"Annabeth!" Percy screamed.

The goat boy started playing his pipes again, and weds sprouted from the floor.

Kronos rose to one knee. His hair smoldered. His face was covered with electrical burns. He reached for his sword, but this time it didn't fly into his hands.

"Nakamura!" he groaned. "Time to prove yourself. You know Jackson's secret weakness. Kill him, and you will have rewards beyond measure. "

The boy's eyes dropped to Percy's midsection.

Percy tried reasoning with him. "Look around you, Ethan," he said. "The end of the world. Is this the reward you want? Do you really want everything destroyed-the good with the bad? Everything?"

The goat boy had been moving toward Annabeth, and he was almost to her. The grass thickened on the floor. The roots were almost a foot long.

"There is no throne to Nemesis," the boy muttered. "No throne to my mother."

"That's right!" Kronos tried to get up, but stumbled. Above his left ear, a patch of blond hair still smoldered. "Strike them down! They deserve to suffer. "

"You said your mom is the goddess of balance," Percy said to the boy. "The minor gods deserve better, Ethan, but total destruction isn't balance. Kronos doesn't build. He only destroys."

The eye patch boy looked at the throne with the wires. The goat boy's music kept playing, and the boy swayed to it, as if the song were filling him with nostalgia-a wish to see a beautiful day, to be anywhere but here. His good eye blinked. Then he charged . . . But not at Percy. While Kronos was still on his knees, the boy brought down his sword on the Titan lord's neck. It should have killed him instantly, but the blade shattered. Ethan fell back, grasping his stomach. A shard of his own blade had ricocheted and pierced his armor.

Kronos rose unsteadily, towering over his servant. "Treason," he snarled. Grass started growing around the boy's body. He tried to say something, but the titan lord stomped his foot, and the floor opened around the boy's body, and he fell.

The scene changed. It was a bit later, but it was still the same fight.

"They are on their way," Percy told the titan. "You lost."

"I haven't even started." Kronos ran at Percy. The goat boy tried to protect him, but Kronos threw him across the room. Kronos stared fighting with Percy. Percy tried to jab at him under the arm, but Kronos caught it, and he disarmed him. Percy's sword skittered across the room into the hole that the boy had fallen into.

"Stop!" Annabeth screamed from her spot at the throne. Kronos turned around and slashed at her, so fast that the sword could barely be seen, but somehow, Annabeth caught the strike on the hilt of her dagger. It was a move that only the quickest and most skilled knife fighter could have managed. She stepped in closer, and became face to face with the titan lord. "Luke," she said, gritting her teeth, "I understand now. You have to trust me."

Kronos roared in outrage. "Luke Castellan is dead! His body will burn away as I assume my true form!" Kronos pushed against her, trying to dislodge his blade, but she held him in check, her arms trembling as he forced his sword down toward her neck.

"Your mother," Annabeth grunted. "She saw your fate."

"Service to Kronos!" the Titan roared. "This is my fate."

"No!" Annabeth insisted. Her eyes were tearing up, from sadness or pain. "That's not the end, Luke. The prophecy: she saw what you would do. It applies to you!"

"I will crush you, child!" Kronos bellowed.

"You won't," Annabeth said. "You promised. You're holding Kronos back even now. "

"Lies!" Kronos pushed again, and this time Annabeth lost her balance. With his free hand, Kronos struck her face, and she slid backward. Percy managed to get up, slowly but steadily. Kronos loomed over Annabeth, his sword raised. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

"Family, Luke. You promised."

Percy took a step forward. Grover was back on his feet, over by a large throne of a goddess, but he seemed to be struggling to move as well.

Before either of them could get anywhere close to Annabeth, Kronos staggered. He stared at the knife in Annabeth's hand, the blood on her face.

"Promise."


"Annabeth!"

I groaned, and turned my head to Dylan. "What?"

Dylan looked scared. "We were calling your name, and you didn't wake up, but right when I called you Annabeth, you did."

I stared at him. "Who cares? It's probably just a coincidence."

Dylan stared at me. "Maybe your right."

"What was it about this time?" Chase asked.

"I'm not sure, but I think it was about the Titan War."

"What?!"

I turned around from my spot on the floor. Chiron was standing at the door, his mouth hanging open. "How could you have a flashback about that? It was more than ten years ago! You wouldn't have been born yet!"

"I don't know, but Kronos was there with golden eyes, and an older version of Percy was there, and a goat boy, and a girl with long blonde hair who sort of looked like me."

Chiron looked baffled, but he said anyway, "It's time to go. It has been a lot longer than ten minutes."


Woo! More than 2000 words! I thought you guys deserved it. Well, I don't know how often I will be able to update, but DO NOT FEAR! I have never forgotten this story, and I bloody hope I never will!

Oh, and sorry if I say bloody a lot. I switch from London to Florida a lot, I go to Florida for holidays, and stay in London the rest of the time, and right now I'm back in London. When I go to Florida, I have to do my school work on virtual school, and it gets really annoying, and when I'm in London, I still have to do math on virtual school, since I'm doing one of those early graduation things. It's a whole lot of rubbish, if you ask me.

Well, I hope I will update soon! Love ya!