AN: Hey guys! It has come to my attention that chapter one may have been a little confusing to some readers. Let's clear some stuff up. First, I do not have an upload schedule. I just upload whenever I hit around whatever I assume is enough to make a chapter. I can promise though that I will usually upload around once or twice a fortnight. Secondly, our mc's backstory and abilities will be revealed further in the story. I will make a point not to make him too OP or anything. Lastly, our mc goes under a bit of a personality change, so if it is too much, let me know and I'll dial it back down.
Chapter Two
It's hard to explain just what Kronos did to me. The power that was surging through me right now seemed to be coming out of me. It felt vaguely like a relaxation technique; the one where you breathe in and out. With every breath out, the power floods out from my chest, reaching my toes and my fingers, and with every breath in, the power retracts back towards my centre. It was like Kronos had instead of filling me with his own power, used it to unlock something which had been locked away inside of me.
Emerging out from the cave into the wide-open plains of Tartarus, I gazed around. Even though Kronos had told me that he lacked enough power to possess me, some of his memories had been ingrained in my head. From what I could make off it, he had possessed some demigod and marched on Olympus. His plans had been repeatedly foiled by a group of demigods, led by a son of Poseidon (whom I assumed was the Percy Jackson the Lord of Time had mentioned). Privately, I felt a little amused. Kronos had been a little too impatient (which was hilarious, considering he literally controlled time itself) with wanting to take down the Olympians. I will not make that mistake,I vowed.
The memories held brilliant information I would be able to use to full effect against the gods. Plus, it explained the lack of monsters in Tartarus. But, sure enough, the first of the slain monsters had started to reform. The minotaur was there, bellowing out in either rage or agony. Several troops of dracaena along with a few giants here and there were crawling out of the pods which resurrected them. I started to edge around them, but an extremely observant dracaena hissed out a warning. The power that was simply pulsing through me earlier now picked up the pace. Just as the nearest dracaena lunged at me.
Not knowing how I was supposed to channel my newfound power, I stumbled backwards, originally attempting to mutter a curse. What came out of my mouth, however, was a roar of fury which blasted the attacking dracaena back into the crowd. The rest of the monsters stared at me. Then they let out shrieks and roars of their own and charged towards me. Time to get going, I thought, and pictured the entrance to Tartarus, in the Fields of the Damned. I imagined myself vanishing in a brilliant burst of radiance and reappearing instantly in front of the Pit's entrance. The power within me seemed to pick up its pace again – or at least, I hoped it was. Just before a giant's fist could connect with my face, I was sucked into oblivion.
I'm not quite sure what flashing should feel like, but what I was going through definitely sucked. And I mean literally sucked. Imagine being vacuumed into a giant vortex, but there is no sound, no light and nothing to feel except extreme vertigo. Now imagine being compressed into the size of an ant. Then imagine imploding outwards. Now imagine that happening over a thousand times in less than an instant. Then imagine being slammed onto the ground. Or should I say, imagine the ground slamming into you?
When my whole world stopped spinning and internal organs rearranged themselves back into their proper order, I rolled over onto my stomach. Pushing myself up, I managed to sit up. I looked around at my surroundings. Ok, it seemed I had officially made it out of Tartarus alive and unless I had left my brain somewhere along the way out, I was pretty sure I was sitting on the grounds of the Field of Punishment. Standing up, I brushed myself off. Now to get out of the Underworld. How hard could it be?
The answer? Ridiculously easy. I had just walked out of the Fields of Punishment when I found an exit. Someone (I assumed it was Hades) had made a huge ramp made of bones. It spiralled all the way up to what I assumed was the mortal world. Now that the exit was in reach, I was filled with urgency. I rushed up the ramp, sprinting the final stretch and burst out into the open.
In front of me, a massive structure, which strangely enough had its top lit up blue. As I lifted my gaze even higher, I felt rage boiling up in my chest, because hovering above the building, was Olympus. But it wasn't the sight of the floating city which filled me with loathing. It was the moon. It was at that moment, that a torrent of memories and emotions hit me.
AN: Sorry everyone. Decided to end the chapter here. Next two chapters are going to be longer; I promise!