Kronos countered the strike and disarmed me using one of the first moves he had ever taught me. My sword skittered across the ground, straight into the open
fissure.
Backbiter at my throat, Annabeth dead, Grover a turncoat. I had nothing left to fight for.
Kronos and me locked eyes, "Such a shame Perseus," An image of me getting claimed with a golden clock rushed through my mind. "You could have been great."
"Luke?" I asked.
Luke cut through distortedly, "I'm sorry, Perce. Truly."
Whoosh!
Then it went dark.
Am I dead?
"It certainly does appear that way, Perseus."
I froze.
It cannot be, she's dead.
"So are you."