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Chapter 1

Percy was fighting Kronos at an unbelievable speed for a demigod, even if he is one of the Big Three's. Thalia, who had luckily pushed Annabeth and managed to sidestep the statue of Hera's head, was staring in awe at her cousin. Even with her enhanced sight, she could only see glimpses of the fight, primarily when Kronos would slow time or when they would push each other far enough to get a break from the battle before attacking as if they had just started, full of energy. Thalia and Annabeth wanted to help their friend in battle, but how could they help if they couldn't see what was going on? So, they watched in awe as the two powerful forces slashed and stabbed each other. They had carried Grover to a safe distance and nursed his wounds, but he wouldn't wake. He probably had a concussion.

Percy was tired from fighting his dear old granddad, but he couldn't stop in the middle of a fierce battle, battling one of the most powerful beings on Earth. So, he kept going, gathering his energy from the water molecules in the air. He had practiced his powers in secret since no one could help him master them except Mr. D and Chiron, but Mr. D hated him, so he wouldn't want to help him in any way. And Chiron had stress enough as it is, preparing the campers for the war to come, teaching them some of the most challenging but most valuable skills in Greek history, so due to no one helping him, he decided to take matters into his own hands, practicing at night in his cabin. Sometimes his fathers would give him pointers, communicating through his mind, but those rarely came.

So here was Percy, pulling every little stunt he had learned from his childhood till now, using every dirty trick he could think of, but the Titan kept countering or dogging his attacks, making him frustrated and angrier by the second. "You fight well, spawn," Kronos said in disgust as he opposed one of his attacks. "But your efforts are futile. I am older than you, therefore more powerful, and have more experience in battle than your pathetic brain could handle. You cannot beat me. I am the TITAN LORD!" he boomed while dogging one of his grandson's attacks.

Due to him not reaching his full power and getting stuck in that demigod's body, Kronos couldn't incinerate the Poseidon spawn right there and then. Since his new body was technically human, he was beginning to tire immensely. However, he kept going, not wanting to lose to a mere demigod, even if that meant pushing that human body passed its limits, even if burning it up. He couldn't care less as long as he won.

Percy noticed Kronos's tier, so he kept pushing himself, making his strikes more precise and robust, and aimed at the most challenging body parts to defend. His opponent looked as if he was about to explode from rage but kept fighting with everything Luke's body could handle. Still, eventually, backbiter skidded across the enormous room that held the gods' meetings. Percy kept hacking and slashing at Luke's body, trying to find the soft spot of his ex-friend's body, trying to pierce or at least scratch his weak spot but to no avail. Finally, after several minutes of Percy slashing at Kronos and raising his hand to protect himself, Percy felt Luke's body shudder as Riptide came in touch with a small space under his armpit.

Percy continued slashing at random spots all over Luke's body, not indicating that he knew where the weak spot was. When Kronos raised both hands to block the strike that Percy aimed at the top of his head. That's stupid, he thought before quickly changing direction to make its way to the soft spot.

Kronos noticed his change of direction a millisecond too late, and when Percy's sword made a barely visible scratch on his mortal point, he fell to his knees, screaming in pain. It felt as if his soul was being ripped apart piece by piece, atom by atom. He knew those struck down while bearing the Curse of the river. Styx never reformed or came back into the land of the living. With no way of escaping his death, he looked directly into Percy's eyes, giving him a glare that would make even the bravest monster want to run into a hole and die, but the boy returned the glow, which was almost on par with Kronos's one. "I, Kronos, Titan of Time and Harvest, curse Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon, to be forever stuck in time, unable to return." And with those last words, Luke's body exploded. Percy got a full blast of it, Thalia and Annabeth only knocked them off their feet, and Grover was still at a safe enough distance, so he only caught a bit of wind from the explosion.

When the light died, Thalia helped her best friend to her feet, ensured that Grover was fine, and started looking for her cousin. Annabeth joined her, looking through the rubble for their hero, but for nothing. They hugged each other and cried, sitting on the ruins, mourning their best friend. "W-we could have helped him, Thalia," Annabeth told her hunter friend, sobbing uncontrollably in her arms. Thalia didn't know how to respond, so she rubbed her best friend's back while tears fell down her face.

She could've helped him; she could've thrown a lightning bolt when Kronos was taking a small break from all the fighting, but no, she was too distracted to do anything, which goes against everything Lady Artemis had taught her. Never lose focus, and always be ready to attack at any moment when your prey shows weakness. That was the advice her mistress had told her on the first week of being the lieutenant, and she stuck by it for two years until now.

A few minutes had passed since the two best friends started to wallow in grief when the council room doors burst open, revealing the significant gods dressed in armor to the teeth, ready to fight whatever their father/grandfather would throw at them. But, of course, they didn't expect two demigods sitting in the rubble of the once glorious room of the gods, crying their eyes out.