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Chapter 25: Nico:

I know death when I feel it. I am half god of the underworld, and half mortal. Mortals in the mind of the immortal are nothing but constantly decaying and always dying flesh. I have never liked this image, but it's true, I feel the tug and the cold breath of death behind me stronger than any mortal ever could, I was born for death. What I felt that afternoon was definitely not death, it was an odd chill, similar to death, but it was not. I should have known that something was very wrong, trickery and deceit hung in the air like a thick smoke.

I would always remember that afternoon being the eve of someone very important's death.

I remember it starting off as a fog, everything had seemed normal, until one second I felt a wave of horrible nausea. I saw Percy out of the corner of my eye; he must have been feeling it too, because he looked ready to vomit any moment as well. It wasn't until there was an enormous quake in the earth below me that I noticed the new people standing behind Percy.

There was a boy, about 19 or twenty probably; he had a timeless face like an old statue, pale skin and dark hair. His eyes were gray like steel, and his long arms dangled at his side holding a…was that a scythe?

Beside him, a woman a little bit older with black hair neatly pulled back and a tan skin colored Pea coat on with a puffy collar, reminded me a bit of a lion.

"Percy?" I asked delicately, wondering if he even knew about the people behind him.

"I know." He said it solemnly as though it were an unpleasant truth

"Who are they?"

"I don't think you would believe me if it l told you."

I gave him a look that seemed to say: Try me.

Then the boy with the scythe stepped forward, he scanned the crowd of demigods around him and chuckled dryly. "I am Kronos, lord of time."

At that half of the crowd gasped and backed up, the other half however raised weapons and surged forwards.

"You," Thalia hissed between clenched teeth, and was it my imagination or did her eyes drift down to her leg as though she expected it to fall off any second.

"How?" I stammered, this boy looked nothing like the titan of time at all, I was familiar with gods being able to change their faces and stuff but this was a whole new level of nuts.

"This is my human form." He stated in disgust, as if his own form disgraced him

The woman spoke next, he voice was low like a kitten's purr "oh no, don't mind me,"

Though honestly, I had forgotten about her, who was she?

"This," Percy said pointing to her "is the Nemean lion."

I felt my eyebrow rising higher and higher.

Percy looked around and he mumbled something like: hmmm…curious, where did the others go?

Others? That didn't sound good

"So how come they look like humans? Not monsters." Asked one of the camp Jupiter legacies

The Nemean lion scowled at him, and bared her sharp teeth.

"That is an extremely offensive term young half-blood," she spat "Monsters… bah! We are no less godling than you all."

"But you chose paths of evil not ones of good." I pointed out to them all; yes I am not usually the kind to stand in front of a crowd but I was showing off just a little to Bianca. Just trying to show her that I wasn't the same little boy that she left behind, I was stronger now and I would be the son that hades always wanted, while being the brother that Bianca always deserved.

She rolled her copper eyes, it was odd watching her spilt pupils rotate it was somewhat hypnotic, I made a mental not to not look into her eyes anymore.

"But, what do you want?" I said glaring at him, and steering clear of his scythe.

The young boy, that was supposedly the lord of time, tugged nervously at his shirt collar. He was in no way excited to say. But he glanced back at Percy, who nodded at him as if to say; go ahead, tell them what you told me. He pouted but nodded in agreement.

"As I am sure you are aware, there are things in this world that are not…natural, and these things also happen to be powerful forces of destruction, that can cause devastating on both sides and –"

Jason burst out laughing, "Oh my gods, you're scared aren't you? The mighty titan lord is afraid."

Kronos face reddened like a beet, he looked embarrassed but also like there was enough adrenaline in his body to start world war three. This was a dangerous combination.

"Who or what is it?" Jason said

Percy stepped forward he had somehow spoken whit them before—how, I didn't know, but it was obvious, that he knew more than the rest of us.

"Gaea," he spoke with such fear in his voice that the single word echoed in all of our ears, we all remembered the giant war last summer, and it was not something we wanted to relive.

"She's dead," one of the younger campers said, her voice trembling with fear.

Kronos bowed his head. "No. my mother is very much alive, and is worse than ever."

Silence, nothing but silence you could feel tension rising, and could hear even the lightest breeze.

"Do you really think that you silly little half-bloods were really capable of rewriting our most ancient laws, separating romans and Greeks?"

I wanted to ask him, what did he know about laws? But it didn't seem like the right time.

Percy's spine tightened, and he stood jolt strait up.

"She's here." He looked down at the earth below his feet as though he were afraid to even touch it.

There was a loud crack, and a source of light out of nowhere shone into all of our eyes. When it cleared, Percy was floating in midair, his body limp like a rag doll.

I suddenly remember how I felt when I thought that he was dead the first time; I was not going to let anyone suffer that again, if I had anything to say about it.

He straightened out again, in a more relaxed way. He opened his eyes, and they glowed a harsh golden hue.

"Hehe, I am back." He singsonged with a cruel twist in his voice, it definitely wasn't Percy speaking.

"Gaea," Kronos stepped forward "although I see the irony in this statement—let Jackson go!"

"My poor confused son, once the stuff of nightmares for little Greeks everywhere, and who now is cowering among the unclean masses."

"Let. Him. Go!" I shouted, I felt my voice ricochet off of the buildings around me, like I was in an empty space and my words bounced, with force and power.

"Oh I will," Gaea as Percy said "Just one last thing." Percy said

We waited in silence the world around us waiting and watching right alongside of us.

"Just one word." Gaea/Percy said "Your cute little oracle, remember how she said "how the war ends even I do not know? Well I do, because of one very helpful centurion, and one outstanding Greek."

"A spy," I whispered

Percy nodded, "A spy, two of them to be precise,"

And with that, Gaea gave up control of Percy and he dropped from the sky.

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