Sloth: Raise your hand if you saw Percy Jackson and the Olympians Movie! -raises hand- It was awesome. Granted, it did not follow the book and only used it as a base, but hey, it was still cool to have a movie. I will tell you, it had all the things the book has. Action, humor, friendship, and was fast paced. Unfortunately it lacked my favorite god of all time. So I added Mr. D in this chapter. also, Grover was totally awesome. Luke was funny, until he became the villain we all love, and Percy was on point. And despite being a brunette, Annabeth was totally how I saw her in my head. Well, now that my movie rant is over, lets get back to the story.

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They say your mind reflects who you were. So Luke had to wonder why his mind looked like a one level house with monster shaped Beanie Babies all over the place. The furniture looked like they hadn't been attended to in years, dust collecting on the wooden tables. An antique coo-coo clock stood in the living room space, a miniature Hermes standing where the coo-coo bird normally would. Also, The place smelled like burnt cookies. The whole house had a dark, creepy atmosphere, like they had just walked into an abandoned cabin.

"This is my mind?" he asked. He looked around the unfamiliar place. "It stinks. Why would my mind look like this?"

Thalia bit her lip. She had been told by Hermes that Luke's mind would look like the one thing he wanted. She had no idea how to explain why it looked like his old house. He ran away from home. Why would he want to go back to it? Why would the one thing he wanted most be his house?

She passed a few picture frames on a wooden desk and did a double take. Her blue eyes fell onto the pictures. She might have only been here once, but she knew there had never been any picture frames. More importantly, there had never been any pictures anywhere in Luke's house. Especially not of a beautiful blond haired woman leaning into Hermes' loving embrace. Next to that one was a picture of Luke (he looked to be about seven or eight) in a baseball uniform. He was smiling back, a tooth missing. Next to that one was a picture of him in his teens, with his arms wrapped around her.

"Thalia?"

She slapped the picture frame down as she turned to Luke. He had a confused and scared look on his face. He obviously didn't know what this place was other than it was supposed to be his mind. She wasn't going to tell him. From the brief information Hermes gave them, Luke would find out for himself.

"How do we get out of here? I want to get out now." he said, marching for the front door. She felt bad for him. He looked so scared and fragile. She watched him try to pry the door open and when it wouldn't move, he kicked a dent into it. "Dammit!"

"Luke, we can't leave yet." She told him, pulling him away from the door before he broke his toe.

"Why not? I didn't even want to be in here in the first place."

"We didn't have a choice," she told him. "It's part of the plan."

"What plan?" he pulled his arm out of her grip and glared at her. He was thankful they saved him, even when he didn't deserve it, but he never expected to be suddenly picked up and thrown into his mind. He didn't even want to be in here in the first place. Kronos had told him all of his memories were stored in here. He didn't want to recollect them anymore. He lost those horrible memories and he wanted to keep it that way. How was he supposed to react knowing his friends were forcing him in here as part of some plan he wasn't even in on.

"Luke, you've got to understand, your dad told us you're the only one who can stop Kronos."

"What are you talking about? I thought that Great Prophecy was about a child of the Big Three."

She looked at him, curious as to how he knew that. Luke looked guilty and looked at the floor. He didn't want to tell her he had eavesdropped on her conversation with Percy when he first found himself in the infirmary. She shook her head, deciding to ignore this and answer him.

"Hermes sort of wiped the Prophecy clean in minute he interfered. I-I was never supposed to pull you back in. You were supposed to fall off that cliff and remain with Kronos' army. Hermes said Kronos was supposed to take control of your body and one of us was supposed to…we were supposed to…"

She left the sentence hanging, but he knew where she was getting at. He leaned away from her a bit, staring at her in disbelief.

"You guys are supposed to kill me."

"No!" she exclaimed. "Well, we were, but now that the Great Prophecy no longer applies, we can stop Kronos without killing you. Your dad said the key to defeating Kronos lies within your memories."

"What the Hades is that supposed to mean?" Luke fired back. "How am I supposed to know how to defeat Kronos? Shouldn't it be Percy?"

"That's not what he meant. You're the only one who knows how to get Kronos out of your head." She told him. "Somewhere in your mind, you know how to do it. We've just got to look through your memories and-"

"No."

She stopped and looked up at hard, blue eyes.

"What?"

"No. I'm not going to go looking through my memories." He told her coldly. She could actually feel the temperature drop with each word he said. "I am not going to go looking through my head for something I know I can't do."

"Luke this isn't just about you!" Thalia barked at him. "You know what's happening out in the real world? Because of your dad, Olympus is being attacked by monsters from other countries and vice versa. The whole world is falling apart because he stole your destiny."

"What?"

"I don't understand it either. It's a whole cause and effect thing. Look, the important thing is, you're the one who has the power to stop this."

He frowned and tried to walk away. She moved and stood in his way, returning his glare with her own.

"Stop being a coward!" The words came out of her mouth. His eyes widened at the same time as hers. However, where she looked regretful, he looked angry. He turned to her, eyes full of hurt and fury.

"Well you know what Thalia? That's what I am!" he roared. "I'm a fucking coward okay! I broke in front of Kronos. I turned to that bastard because I got mad at my dad. I ran away from my mom, from you, from everyone who tried to me nice to me. Hades, the only reason we're in here is because I couldn't be strong enough to protect the barrier my dad put up. Stop trying to make me feel like a hero when we both know I'm a nobody."

Thalia stared in surprise. She never knew he felt like that. Did he really think he was a coward? That he was weak? She saw tears brimming around his eyes and felt hurt. She was trying to force him to do something he didn't want to do. But he was the only one capable of stopping Kronos. She reached towards him, trying to wipe a stray tear, but he slapped her hand away.

"Don't." he said. "Just…Just stay away from me."

She never expected words to hurt before. She watched him walk off, to another part of the house. As he walked through the doorway to another room, Luke vanished from sight.

"Luke..."

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Riptide and Backbiter clashed against each other like they had many times before. However, only this time, when Backbiter cut into flesh, Percy felt a little bit more tired. It was aggravating that every time Percy struck Kronos, Riptide would harmlessly bounce off. It didn't help that Kronos always managed to score a hit. Ducking under a sword swipe, Percy rolled over to Annabeth, who was recovering from an injury sustained earlier. Nico took over from there as he caught his breath.

"This is ridiculous," he said. "We can't get a scratch on him. How's your leg?"

"Fine. When Hermes told us we'd get physically hurt, I didn't think he meant it. It just seems impossible to get killed in your mind."

"Well we've just got to stay alive long enough until Luke and Thalia get back."

Annabeth gave the green eyed boy a look.

"Does this mean you have faith in Luke?"

Percy's face flushed and she couldn't help but smile. It would seem that the heat of the battle was bringing out a more mature side of Percy. Maybe he was finally realizing Luke wasn't the same "evil-mastermind" as before.

"No. I trust Thalia to bring his ass back. If she can't get someone to do something, no one can," he said hurriedly. She rolled her eyes. She guessed Percy will only admit to trusting Luke the day the River Styx froze over. Her eyes suddenly doubled in size. How could she have been so stupid?!

"Percy! I think I know why he can't be hurt."

"Because he isn't all there?"

"No. What did Kronos say? He took Luke's curse. Haven't you noticed something off about Luke since we brought him back to camp?"

"You mean besides the usual?"

"Think Seaweed Brain. Luke was electrocuted by Thalia. A normal person would have died from that shock. Then you told us he took a boulder to the head. Don't you think he would have died from that?"

"Yeah, but Luke was always thickheaded."

"No he isn't, but I know you are. Think about it Percy. Luke couldn't be hurt by anything. Who do we know from Greek Mythology that couldn't be hurt?"

He stared at her, confusion evident in his face. It took a moment, but soon confusion gave way for realization.

"The Achilles' Curse!"

"Yes! That's why Hermes said we had to get Luke to find his memories. He's the only one who knows where his Achilles' spot it."

"And if Kronos took the curse, that means we just need to find the spot and we can finally get rid of this eye sore."

Annabeth stood up, but she nearly feel over. Percy managed to catch her, giving her a questioning look.

"I'm not going to sit back and watch. We've got to stall Kronos long enough for Thalia and Luke to get back." She told him.

"You're not going anywhere on that foot. Let Nico and I take care of Kronos."

Nico flew over their direction, landing painfully at their feet. He squeaked as he hit the floor, muttering an ok as he laid their face-down.

"Ok, let me handle it."

Kronos sneered at the three half-bloods, twirling Backbiter in his hands.

"Next?"

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Never in his life had Dionysus expected to see Camp Half-Blood to be in such turmoil. He always knew these brats were up to no good, but he never expected them to let the camp get in this kind of mess. Monsters were running loose around the camp. Giant pit scorpions were swatting campers with their tails. Hellhounds howled as they ran through camp. A few campers fought back against the invading monsters, their swords and spears clashing with beasts. Others ran for their lives.

Sticking his hand out, Dionysus managed to snag Grover by the collar as the satyr ran passed him.

"Mr. D. Thank the gods you're here."

"Mind telling me what happened satyr?"

"Oh, well, see, two days ago, when Percy showed up, him and Luke went in the woods talking. Juniper saw them argue and then she said they disappeared. Then Chiron said that they needed to form a search party, but Annabeth and Thalia already went ahead. I tried to stop them, but Thalia…yeah she can be persuasive. They were gone a full day and just when Chiron was about to send the party, which was mostly Me, Tyson, the Stolls, and Clarisse, monsters started coming into camp! They walked right passed the bounders like they were nothing!"

Grover kept rambling, but Dionysus didn't listen any more. His eyes were trained on Half-Blood Hill, where he saw a shimmering white veil. The usually solid, to him at least, barrier was rippling, trying to hold back as many monsters as possible. He realized Hera was right when she said Camp Half-Blood would start losing its magical protections.

"Grover." The satyr froze, surprised to hear his name come out of the god in such an uncharacteristically serious tone. "Where's Chiron?"

"H-he's in the front lines sir, Mr. D. sir."

The god nodded and turned his gaze to the Big House, which stood untouched amongst the battle. He could see an eerie green glow coming from the window. There was only one thing up there. He turned to Grover, eyes narrowing.

"You're still here?"

Grover suddenly realized he had someplace to be and ran, wobbled, galloped off into battle, yelling something about Junipers. Dionysus turned his attention back to the Big House.

"What are you up to Oracle?"

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At first, all he could see was darkness. Then, slowly, light flooded his vision and then a long corridor appeared around him. He could smell disinfectant in the air and hear the muffled sounds of people talking. The sounds gave way to a much clear pair of voices. He could hear a woman giggling while the man cooed. His scanned the walls, curiosity taking over his rational senses. He found the source in a hospital room. He stood in the threshold, staring at the couple and cooed over something in the woman's arms.

Her blond hair fell gracefully onto her shoulders, parting away for her shimmering blue eyes. She glowed with such beauty that he couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her giggling sounded like wind chimes, melodic music to his ears. Then there was the man by her side, a handsome man with dark hair. He was dressed so casually, jeans and a t-shirt, but held so much respect and authority in just the air around him. They looked like an odd couple, but it didn't seem like they cared. An angelic voice echoed in his ears.

"He's adorable. He's even got your nose."

"But he's got your eyes."

"I bet he grows up to be just like you."

"Oh, you mean dashing and handsome?" the man smiled.

"A sloppy dresser is more like it." She laughed at the pout on the man's face. "He'll probably pout like you too."

"I don't pout."

"Yes you do. You're doing it right now." A giggling came from the buddle in her arms and she laughed louder. "He even agrees with me."

The man chuckled and tickled the squirming bundle in her arms. He then turned his gaze towards her, a sadden expression on his face.

"H-have you named him yet."

"I was hoping we could do that together."

"M-May. You shouldn't have. You should have just gone ahead."

"And let you miss naming your son? As if."

"But May-"

"Don't you 'but May' me Hermes. He's your son too. I want you to have as much time him as you can before…" she left the sentence hanging. They both stared thoughtfully at the baby, only the sound of the bundle to prevent total silence.

"He sure is active." Hermes said.

"He gets that from you Mr. Marathon Runner."

Hermes' lips curved upward as he looked into the eyes of the mortal he had fallen for. He kissed her on the forehead and sat next to her on the bed. She scooted over, giving the god more room to share. Her head fell on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. They remained in silence, just enjoying the time they had together. Finally, after a while, Hermes spoke up.

"Luke."

"Luke?"

"Yeah. I've always liked that name."

May smiled at the god before turning to the boy in her arms.

"Well, welcome to the world Luke Adam Castellan."

And just like that the memory faded. It evaporated into dust before him, leaving him standing in a dark corridor. The dust shifted through the air, flying in his direction. He took a step back, but soon gasped in surprise as the dust went up through his nose. However, he felt an easing feeling coming with it instead of the expected burning one would feel from having dust go up your nose. He breathed out, blinking rapidly as the memory returned to him. He felt warm on the inside for a moment and then everything was as it was before.

He realized his memories were returning to him. He didn't even know he remembered that far back. He always knew there was a time in his life where he was happy, but was it that long ago? The images of his parents sitting on the bed, enjoying each other's company…Why was he so bitter towards his parents if that was his earliest memory of them?

"No." he told himself, shaking his head. "I'm not doing this. I'm not. Just got to find a way out."

He repeated the words again and again as he walked through the dark corridor that was his mind. He didn't want to remember any of this, even if it made him feel warm inside. He knew none of it would turn out well in the end.

Hoping to leave, he took a left and walked right into the time he tries killing Percy with the pit scorpion.

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The attic was, as usual, creepy, cluttered, and over flowing with an angry green mist while a mummified corpse in a tie-tied shirt spazzed around. Dionysus stared in amazement at the Oracle as it came to life, trashing around madly. Green mist spewed out of her mouth as she screamed silently. The sound of people fighting outside only made the scene creepier. The Oracle knocked items over as she went about her silent rampage. She ripped the baggy with the Great Prophecy inside, throwing it to the ground. It burst in flames, turning to dust.

"Okay…someone's angry. And I thought dad had tantrums."

The Oracle was suddenly in his face, catching him off guard with how fast she moved. You know, for a dead girl. He stared at her sunken eyes, watching awkwardly as they stared at him. Tiny glowing dots started at back him. And then she took a hold of his suit, her mouth opening wider with a crack. She spoke in a dark, rasping voice.

"He who has stolen shall have his life taken

Mother and son lost to those reawaken

The walls will tumble and she will fly

Time will scatter with nobody's cry

The Memories of a Nobody are needed

Only then will time be defeated

Six will answer the call

Heroes return, but they will fall!"

Then the strangest thing happened. The Oracle jerked her head up and screamed. It sounded like someone dragging a fork across a chalkboard. The scream was accompanied by a thick, stream of emerald green smoke. It rose out of her, violently flying into the air. The smoke seemed to create its own swirling vortex of wind around it. Dionysus stared in awe as the smoke swirled around the room and then smashed through the window. It floated into the air, zipping across the battle field and up Half-Blood Hill. It flew into the air, searching for a new host.

The Oracle turned into a pile of dust, tie-tied shirt falling to the ground and beaded string cluttered to the ground. Dionysus just stared. He didn't say a word, not even when he heard Clarisse come into the Big House, telling people to evacuate the infirmary. He just blinked at the dust pile. He couldn't believe he just witness the release of Earth's greatest Titans.

He only had one thing to say.

"Okay. Awkward."

P.S, here a little challenge. as you noticed, I gave Luke a middle name. It was kind of a joke. Can you guess what gave me the idea to have Luke's middle name be Adam?

Well, don't forget to tell me your thoughts on the chapter. Until next time.