Chapter 2:...The Past
The entire camp was smoldering. The fields were on fire. An epic battle just took place not too long ago. All of Percy's remaining friends were dead.
Near the burning cabins, Percy cradled in his weak arms a dying Hazel Levesque. Her jacket and pants were ripped. Blood soaked through her t-shirt. Her glowing golden eyes glistened with tears.
Percy said, "I'm sorry... this... this is all my fault."
Hazel smiled weakly, "Not.. your fault... at all... You... can still... save... us..."
She coughed strongly and slowly reached her hand toward Percy's face. Before she could touch Percy, she closed her eyes, and her hand fell to the ground. Percy buried his head in Hazel's chest.
As Percy quietly sobbed, orange lightning struck him. Percy flew several feet away from Hazel. He had never felt so much pain in his entire life. He tried to pull out Riptide, his trusty sword, but it was there!
The lightning ceased, and Kronos solidified a few feet away from Hazel's corpse. He had casual golden Greek armor and a black helmet with giant horns. He was ghostly pale and his eyes radiated an orange light. He stood over nine feet tall. Bronze armor protected his muscular arms and long legs. a red tattered cape was attached to his shoulders.
Kronos walked over to Hazel and observed her body. He sighed, "A pity she had to die such a disappointing death. She would've been a valuable granddaughter at my side.
Percy wanted to scream. He wanted to lash out at Kronos for all the pain and suffering the Titan king had brought to his life. For his friends' deaths. For Annabeth. But his throat was so dry from the blast of electricity he could hardly open his mouth.
Kronos saw Percy, "Oh... Almost forgot about you, Jackson."
Percy reached for Riptide again but there was still nothing.
"Oh!" Kronos chuckled deeply, "Looking for this?"
Kronos held up a pen. It was Riptide!
Percy weakly moaned, "How?"
Kronos heard Percy and said, "The gods pretend to be architects of weapons of destruction but their 'weapons' are mere children's' toys!"
Kronos easily squeezed and crushed Riptide. Percy was shocked. Riptide was like a part of him. He held onto it for so long that he felt like he couldn't survive without it.
Kronos opened his hand and Riptide's pieces fell to the ground. Kronos stormed over to Percy. His traditional scythe materialized in his right hand. He was prepared to kill Percy.
With his empty left hand, Kronos picked Percy up by the throat. Percy choked. He could hardly breathe. It felt like not being a son of Poseidon.
Kronos hissed to Percy, "Where are your gods, Percy? Gone."
Kronos tossed Percy like a rag doll. Percy painfully landed next to the remains of Riptide. He saw an open box next to Hazel's bloody corpse.
"The age of gods and heroes are long over," Kronos proudly boasted, "Now is the age of Titans. Now is the dawn of my rule. It's time for the golden age of Greece to begin again. It's time for my time! The age of KRONOS!"
As Kronos boasted and walked calmly over to him, Percy desperately crawled over to Riptide... or what was left of it. After grabbing a piece or two of his broken pen, he quickly moved over to the box next to Hazel. Inside the box, there was gold dust. The dust of Kronos's original form. He grabbed a handful of the particles and put the two separate materials together. He started chanting in both Greek and Egyptian. He remembered what Sadie taught him. He rose to his knees.
Kronos now directly towered over Percy. He laughed, "Yes, Jackson. Pray. See what good it will do you!"
Kronos lifted his scythe above his head. Symbols of all different languages swarmed Percy's hands. He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again.
Percy screamed, "Change the outcome! Let him-!"
Before Percy could complete his sentence, Kronos swung his scythe and all went black for Percy Jackson.