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~Thalia, Daughter of Zeus

Lost

Ethan's PoV:

I watched him crumple to the ground in a heap worthy for anyone's pity. "Nakamura- take him to his room and stay there until he wakes up. Get him freshened up and bring him to me," said Kronos. I bowed. "Yes, m'lord," I said, two dracanae lifted Percy up and followed me to his room.

They dropped him on his bed, and left. I sat down in a chair nearby, sitting their for 30 minutes. As I waited, I looked around his room. There was only one picture on his bedstand. A picture of him, Thalia Grace, and Annabeth Chase. He had circled Annabeth. Then I heard a muffled groan. I looked at Percy, who was rubbing his head. He focused on me, and his eyes widened.

"If Lord Kronos catches you here, he's going to punish you," he said bitterly. It worked. He was now the Titan Lord's servant. "He sent me here. Put new clothes on and freshen up. Lord Kronos wished to see you," I said, and stood outside his door. Five minutes later, Percy came out, rubbing his eyes. "Okay. Let's go," he said, trudging behind me. I led him to the throne room, where another Titan was talking to him.

Percy's PoV:

"Ah, Ethan, Percy, meet Tynamos, a fellow Titan. He is- ah, my stepbrother," said Kronos, smiling. We bowed to both of them. "Percy, come here," said Tynamos. Tynamos was a large man, and could've used a tiny bit of exercise. He was wearing a long black coat, black dress pants, and black dress shoes. "Ethan, you may leave now," said Kronos. Ethan departed, leaving me alone with two Titans. Not a position you'd want to be in.

I stood close to Tynamos, and Tynamos wrapped an arm around my shoulder. "Now, now! Don't be afraid, we're all family here, right?" laughed Tynamos. "Um...yes sir," I said. "Aw, c'mon! Don't call me sir! I'm your grandfather, am I not?" smiled Tynamos. "Um....yes, si- I mean, Granddad."

Tynamos examined me carefully. "Not a bad grandson we've got here, Brother. Nice build! I suppose my nephew isn't ashamed about him, eh?" Kronos smiled. "Last time I checked, his father was very proud of him." For some reason, I got angry. I couldn't stop the words from coming out of my mouth.

"He's not my father. He doesn't care about me," I spat bitterly. Tynamos and Kronos smiled. Kronos put a hand on my shoulder and met my eyes. "Welcome to the side of the Titans, Percy."

Luke's PoV:

I was in the General's tent, drawing up a map of our battle lines. Annabeth's head peered around the corner, her eyes still red and puffy. "Hey," I muttered. She waved silently, and sat down in front of me. "Need something or you came to look at the book?" I asked. Annabeth sniffed. "I need to show you something in the book," she whispered, her voice cracking. I gave her the book, and she showed me something on the back cover.

Percy's prophecy. Written in his own blood. "No..." I whispered. Annabeth snapped the book shut and started crying. "I'm so sorry, Annabeth," I said, and hugged her. She continued sobbing. "It's gonna be okay. We'll make it through this," I whispered. She sniffed. "He won't," she cried. Percy...help. Help us.

Percy's PoV:

I kneeled in front of Tynamos and Kronos. "Say the rites, Perseus Jackson, Grandson," said Kronos.

"I, Perseus Jackson, offer my life to the service of the Titans. What have they done for me? They do not care. Heroes live, are called to quests, and die. Do they realize it? No," I said, without really knowing I said it.

Luke's PoV:

I saw a vision- Percy kneeling in front of the Titans. "Agh!" I yelled, clutching my head. "What's wro-" "Agh!" yelled Annabeth. The pain had gone away from me- it went to Annabeth. "Percy! Don't do it! Percy! NO!" she cried. She tried running towards the tent door, but I grabbed her around the waist and jerked her back. "He's in trouble, Luke!" she cried, struggling against me. "You can't do anything about it, Annabeth! You don't know where he is!" I yelled, tightening my arms. "The Princess Andromeda!" she gasped. I jumped, releasing my arms. "No...-Annabeth!" I yelled, suddenly remembering the girl I'd let go of. But she was gone.

Percy's PoV:

My eyes flashed open. I saw a vision of a Daughter of Athena. "Percy! I'm coming!" she yelled. Annabeth.

"Is there something wrong, grandson?" asked Tynamos. "Daughter of Athena. She's coming after me," I said, the words slipping out. The Titans were at the front of the ship, their arms crossed, staring out into the sea. I was standing behind them, also staring at the sea. Until now.

"We'll ensure she doesn't get close," said Kronos. Tynamos nodded, snapping his fingers. A Diet Coke appeared in his palm, and he gulped it down. "Brother, when is Caius joining us?" he asked, wiping his mouth. "Soon, Brother Tynamos. Soon," said Kronos.

I stood silently behind them for a few minutes. "Grandson, we should get you a nickname. Percy or Perseus just won't do. Your father was a fool, calling you that after an incompetent hero," said Tynamos. "What should it be then, Grandfather?" "You know what- stop calling us Grandfather and stuff. Just call us Father- it's a proper name, now that you've disregarded the Olympians," said Kronos. "Yes, Father," I said, bowing my head. "Now- about that nickname. I was thinking- Starkiller. Something like that- Stormkiller, Seakiller, something like that. Something brave- noble," said Kronos.

"I like Starkiller. Those foolish Olympians and their constellations. They think they are honor," laughed Tynamos. "I'll go with Stakiller, Father," I said quietly.

Kronos and Tynamos nodded. "That is fitting. We shall call you either Son or Starkiller, eh?" I nodded, kneeling. I felt the red aura go around me again, and Kronos mumbled, "Rise, Starkiller, servant of the Titans." I stood straight. "Destroy the Daughter of Athena. She must be rid of," said Tynamos. Kronos nodded. "Do not fail me this time, Starkiller. Do not fail me," he warned. I bowed.

"Of course not, Father," I whispered, and jumped off the boat, into the sea.

Luke's PoV:

I saw another vision.

"Destroy the Daughter of Athena. She must be rid of," said a Titan I did not recognize. Kronos nodded. "Do not fail me this time, Starkiller. Do not fail me," he warned. Percy bowed. "Of course not, Father," he mumbled, and with that, he jumped off the boat, into the sea.

My eyes flashed open, and I ran toward the edge of camp. "Follow these orders if I don't come back in time. If Thalia comes with her little mercenary friends, tell her that I'm chasing Annabeth to the Atlantic- and join us, and keep her mercenaries in touch, okay?" I panted, handing instructions to a startled Andy Devon. "Um- uh yes, sir!" he said, still surprised. I nodded, and ran off, following Annabeth. "Annabeth! He's going to attack you!" I yelled, running towards Maine, hoping to catch her before she got to Washington D.C. or Long Island. I saw a flash of blond hair whip around the corner. "Annabeth! Come here!" I yelled.

"What?!" she cried. "He is coming to attack you!" I yelled. "He would never-" she started, then saw the coldness in my eyes. "He loves me, Luke. He would never hurt me," she whispered.

"When I was under Kronos's control..." I started. "Who?" I sighed. "Thalia." Annabeth smiled. "I knew it," she snickered. "Don't tell her!"

Thalia's PoV:

The boy welcomed us in. "Hello, Brandon," I said. My Hunters and I walked into the old warehouse, seeing very familiar faces. "Thalia! Ah, the Hunters of Artemis! It's a pleasure to see you again. I told us you were going to need us soon," boomed a voice. "Hello, Tementate. Yes, you were right," I said, sitting down.

There were grimy faced boys surrounding us, but my Hunters didn't seem to care. They'd saved us anyways.

Flashback:

We ran into the old warehouse, panting, locking the door shut behind us. We had been hunting the Terterus, but that didn't go so well. "Hello. Can we help you?" asked a small boy, around the age of five. "Terterus-he's attacking-" I panted. "You?" asked a voice behind the boy. I nodded vigorously. The man came out of the shadows. He was wearing a Greek toga. He had wrinkles around his eyes, as if he'd smiled alot, black hair, and a black mustache. "Hello," he smiled. "You-you've got to get out of here! Teterus- he's-" The man flicked his hand. "Gone," he smiled. "Thank you," panted one of my Hunters. "No problemo."

"Well, we mustn't bother you longer. We'll be on our way now," I said. "Very well then. My name is Tementate, and if you need anything- you can count on us," said Tementate. "Of course," I said, and we bowed.

"So, what do you need?" he asked.

"General Luke Castellan, Son of Hermes, needs more men to carry out our military plans. We are short of men- and women," I said, gesturing to my Hunters. Tementate sat forward. "So, you're asking us to fight with you?" he asked, eyebrows raised. "Yes. But if you wish to not fight along with us, it's fine. We'll try to manage on our own," I said, and my Hunters sat straight up.

Tementate smiled, and looked around at his boys. Their age range was around 10-17, with the exception of Brandon, the seven year old. "Well boys, what do you think?" he asked. They smiled, raising their fists in a sign like, "Let's do this."

One of the oldest stepped forward. "We'd like a good fight. Let's prove what we can do to the Gods, eh?" he smiled, looking around at his bretheren. They cheered, and Tementate laughed.

"Looks like you've got about a thousand more soldiers, Huntress." I smiled. "Fantastic." "Now...where is your base? We'll bring our things there, seeing as we might be fighting for a while," asked Tementate. "Toronto, Canada. We needed it in a discreet place," I said. "Well then, we'll go ahead. Boys- pack up your things! We're going on a trip," smiled Tementate.

My Hunters and I stood up. "You women go ahead," waved Tementate, "We'll meet you there." I nodded, and we sprinted out. "Go ahead," I said to my Hunters, and I turned the corner, to the voices of my two best friends.

"Don't tell her!" I heard Luke yell.

"Don't tell who what?" I asked, raising my eyesbrows. Luke turned red and Annabeth snickered. "Nothing," he grumbled. I laughed, "Okay." "Where are the mercenaries?" grumbled Luke. "They're friends, not mercenaries. And they're just packing up. They'll be over to camp in a few," I said.

"Mm."

"I've got to go meet my Hunters. Catch y'all later, 'kay?" I asked, and sprinted off.

Annabeth's PoV:

We watched her go. "Let's go," said Luke. He started to run, me following him, but I felt the flat of a blade press against my neck. I nearly gasped, but a hand clamped over my mouth. "Shh." Luke kept running, probably not noticing my absence. I looked up.

It was Percy- but....not really Percy. His black hair was now cut shorter, with the brown wisps still everywhere. His eyes were golden, with all traces of green chased away. He had three scars on his face, one on his right temple, one on his chin, and one on his cheek. He let go of my mouth.

"Percy?" I croaked.

"I thought I told you to hide!" he growled.

It's bugging me, grating me,
and twisting me around.
Yeah I'm endlessly, caving in,
and turning inside out!

"Percy....you won't hurt me, right?" I cried. His face was full of anguish, and I saw the grip on his sword tighten.

'Cause I want it now,
I want it now!
Give me your heart and your soul!
And I'm breaking out,
I'm breaking out!
Last chance to lose control!

"Percy! No! You're still in there! I know you are!" I screamed, and his eyes started to tear up, and he was shaking.

Yeah it's holding me, morphing me,
and forcing me to strive.
To be endlessly cold within,
and dreaming I'm alive!

"Don't do this to me! Don't make it harder than it already is!" he bellowed, shaking even more. I could barely see him through the blurry tears that were crowding my eyes.

'Cause I want it now,
I want it now!
Give me your heart and your soul!
And I'm breaking out,
I'm breaking out!
Last chance to lose control!

He grabbed my shoulders, shaking me, just like he was shaking. "Stop! Don't look for me! Don't do this to me!" he cried in anguish.

And I want you now,
I want you now!
I feel my heart implode!
And I'm breaking out,
escaping now!
Feeling my faith erode !

"Percy! You're still in there! I know you are! Don't push your true self down! Don't let Kronos do this to you! You're not a monster!" I cried. He dropped the sword, staring at his hands. "Annabeth- these are the hands of a killer! You don't know what I've done! You don't know what things these hands have done!" he bellowed. He punched a brick wall, creating a large hole.

"You can't defeat me!" he yelled. He jumped up onto a wall, just crouching there, with nothing holding him. "You can't catch me!" he bellowed. "This is the form of a killer, Annabeth!" he cried in anguish.

"You can push it down! You've done nothing wrong!" I cried, reaching out towards him. He shook his head. "You don't know what I've killed. You don't know anything about this! THIS IS TORTURE!" he bellowed, his face demented.

He sat on the wall, his elbows resting on his legs, his head in his hands.

"I'm lost, Annabeth Chase. I'm lost, and there's no way to get me back," he whispered, and jumped down, grabbing the sword. He approached me slowly, raising the sword. "No, Percy! No!" I cried. He grabbed the collar of my shirt, the flat of his sword pressing against my neck.

"No!" I whispered. Percy was shaking. I saw a dracanae sneak up behind him. Probably making sure that he wasn't a traitor. His eyebrows came together, and he growled. He flexed his fingers around the blade, then did a backflip, slashing down the dracanae.

He ran up to me, grabbing my arm. "Stay hidden until the fight. I don't want to kill you." He put his hand on my cheek, leaning down.

He kissed me softly on the lips.

"I love you," he whispered, and he jumped up the building, disappearing into the sunset. I touched my lips. They tingled.

"I'm lost, and there's no way to get me back."

AN: Annddddd there goes another chapter! I want to thank all of my reviewers, and welcome the new ones! :D