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Chapter 36

The thing about attacking the King of the Titan's with a sword after they dipped themselves in the River Styx went just as well as one could expect. Fucking wonderfully awful. I still maintain that Kronos is a wank-knob.

"Give up," he hissed as I dodged a particularly nasty blow, only to be caught by another. I took a deep, audible breath. Get up, Tony demanded in my head, Don't you dare give up.

I just thought of something, I thought to him while Kronos went onto a monologue, Something I really never really occurred to me before… we're going to win.

"You could be a part of something bigger and better than anything the gods can offer," Kronos raved, "The rebels answer to you. It will all be over and we will win."

No, Tony thought at me desperately, Don't you dare. No.

There is no other way, we always knew that I was going to die, I thought to him apologetically, Get out of my head.

No, he replied stubbornly.

Get out of my head, I responded forcefully.

NO, his very soul shouted at me before he quieted, Together, or not at all. I could feel his tears and I wanted to cry to, but I couldn't. The plan depended on it, one last mask, and one last lie. My sword made a loud metallic clattering sound after I pressed a kiss to Annabeth's forehead. Her knife disappearing up my sleeve.

"Excellent," he cackled, "You chose right granddaughter."

"I'm not choosing you," I told him moving forward to stand closer. The hearth was near enough that I could reach it without much trouble.

It's fine. We're going to be fine, Tony assured me even though I could feel his fear.

"WHAT?" he screeched, "You stand here before me, weaponless and yet you still say you fight? You surrendered your weapon."

"I can't kill you," I replied, "I can't fight anymore. You'll kill me and I can't stop you, why draw it out?" It wasn't even a lie, I could feel my every injury pulsing in agony, I just wanted to lie down and die. I just wanted it to be over. He looked thoughtful and then let out a less delightful laugh, his scythe moving up slowly.

"Why indeed," he said in a hard voice. Light glinted off the blade as it swung in a beautiful arc, there was a wet sloshing sound as it connected with my stomach and the tip poked out my chest. I let out a bloodcurdling scream. Faintly I noticed the way it echoed down the hall, as my feet left the ground.

I squeezed the handle trying to keep myself together. It hurt, oh gods make it stop, it hurt. I could feel Tony, screaming and crying on his end. It was agony, liquid fire put out with freezing agent. I heaved convulsion as blood forced itself out of my mouth, the coppery tang colouring my lips.

Ah, clipped a lung, I thought. With a smooth twist of the weapon I slipped off the blade and hit the floor, hard. There was a loud thwack and I curled myself into a foetal position, a bloody pool quickly gathering around me.

Job, came Tony's jaggered thoughts, Make it… count. My camp necklace had been sliced off reaching out a hand I scooped it out of where it was soaking in the puddle of blood I was lying in. There was a leather throne behind me; digging in my fingernails into it I dragged myself to my feet.

"You forgot something," I said coughing, he looked at me shocked.

"Another mistake?" he asked arrogantly, "By all means tell me you wont live long enough to exploit it."

"Time," I replied, "Human… sacrifices have always been… powerful simply because… of… there futures lost…. Infinite possibility's… infinite time…"

"So," he said belligerently, I smiled and held my bloody camp beads in my hand over the dying hearth.

"So," I responded with a smirk, even though I was on the verge of toppling over, "To the gods."

The dying fire sprung up sixteen feet high and pure white, in the smoke it showed the gods. It worked, Tony and I thought giddily. With the power boost they eliminated Typhoon in moments. My dad had joined them.

"No," he cried, "No. I will not be defeated by them, not again." I poured all the love, strength and encouragement as I could towards the gods as I could. All the gods.

"Then don't… be," I said defiantly still standing, with Tony cooing slurred praise in my mind, "Don't let… them… win, if they don't… kill you… then they don't." I held Annabeth's knife in my hand.

"Yes," he said eyeing it, his scythe had been blown over the edge of the room and into the abyss below.

"I wouldn't make you live," I murmured, "Remember I promise."

"Thank you," he said and it was as if Luke were speaking and Kronos. The Titan Lord faded into the background in the next moment.

"I'll see you soon, yeah?" Luke said a hand touching my wound hesitantly.

"Yeah," I gasped, swiping away one of his tears. The knife found its way into a tiny spot in the crease of his elbow. A part of me broke, and I felt sick. The door burst open and the gods rushed in, in full body armour.

I looked up, feeling like a deer in the headlights. I think dad yelled my name but I couldn't hear, the pain had numbed and I lurched forwards. Both Tony and I were slipping into the inky blackness.

Something caught me, hands splayed over the entry and exit wounds. Pure life burned away at death like it was a pesky infection. I wrapped Tony's soul around my own and we both revived. I looked up at the person responsible and smiled.

"Well hellooooo death," I said in a singsong voice. There was just one small problem with all this; I wasn't supposed to have to live with it.

I don't know if you cried but I seriously wanted to. So what does she do now? It's over so… what now? Review's are awesome. Like candy but better.