4/21/20

Sorry, I couldn't update yesterday, something came up. But I'm posting this today, so hopefully this will make up for it? I'm not going to do any ships in this story, I don't think it will work well with the flow of the story. Anyways, enjoy!

Word count: 1476

The Meeting

Percy POV:

Percy was slowing Bob down, he could tell. Bob was walking normally and Percy had to jog to keep pace with him. They had been walking for some time, maybe a day? It was hard to tell. Every half hour or so, monsters would show up, and Bob and Percy would have to kill them. Bobs' broom turned out to be a great weapon, with a silver speartip shooting out in the blink of an eye. He was beginning to lag behind.

It didn't help that the scythe weighed him down like a bag of bricks. Ever since he used it in that first fight, it would feel wrong in his hands when he tried to fight with it and weighed him down when he had it strapped across his back.

"Bob," Percy breathed, "Hold up here." Bob looked back at Percy, worried. "Bob, I'm slowing you down," Percy stated, "Find somewhere safe we can rest and come back for me." Bob looked conflicted but nodded. He set off in a random direction, leaving Percy alone.

Percy looked around, finally taking in the sights and sounds of Tartarus. The Landscape was vast and open, with an occasional rock spire jutting up into the sky. Every once and a while, a tortured scream would echo from the horizon. The ground had changed from broken glass to a thin layer of rust-colored dirt. Brushing a strip of dirt away with his sneakers revealed a membrane. Percy quickly filled in the gash in the dirt. He had stopped near a large clump of rocks, which he proceeded to climb.

The rocks gave him a vantage point. He could see for miles around. It would be nigh impossible to sneak up on him now. His thoughts wandered to his friends. He wondered how they were doing without him? How was Annabeth doing? Gods, he hadn't thought about her since he fell in. He hoped she was alright. She would probably kill him when if he got out of here.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't realize someone was sneaking up on him until they spoke. The voice shook him to his very core. "Hello Perseus."

Percy spun around and saw the figure. The figure stood at the base of the rock pile, looking up at Percy. The figure was tall, maybe six feet seven if he had to guess. It was obviously male, with muscles that seemed to be carved out of stone, and skin that seemed to be made out of bronze. His face was handsome, reminiscent of those marble busts Percy saw in museums when he was younger. He wore regular street clothes, blue jeans, boots, and a white T-shirt.

Two things, however, ruined the perfect image. The first were the scars. Pale lines ran across his whole body, thousands of deep scars criss crossing each other. The second was even worse. His eyes were a deep color of gold.

"Kronos." Percy snarled. The scythe on his back was going crazy, tugging at the bit of cloth he strapped it on with. With a riiiiipp! The cloth tore and the scythe flew into Kronos waiting hand. Kronos regarded the weapon for a minute, before turning back to Percy.

"What a pleasant surprise! I did not expect to see you here. Did my upstart son get paranoid and throw you down here?" Kronos questioned, head tilting to the side, eyes gleaming in amusement. Percy uncapped riptide, but knew if it came to a fight, he would lose. He barely survived with the curse of Achillies, which he didn't have right now.

"No, I fell down here," Percy replied. Kronos laughed. "Fell? Into Tartarus!" He cackled, "Well that's one way to do it I suppose." He grinned at Percy. His eyes scanned the demigod before taking note of his sword. He scoffed, " Put down your toothpick, demigod. If I was here to hurt you, I would have killed you when I snuck up on you."

Realizing he was right, but still not trusting him completely, Percy lowered his sword a little, but still at the ready in case he attacked. "How are you here? You should have been too scattered to ever form again?" Kronos grinned at Percy. His form flickered and his smile morphed into a scowl, "Yes, you are correct. By all means, I should have been sent into the realm of the faded like my father before me. However," Kronos paused, "When a titan is killed permanently, a piece of their power is given to their successor. When I was killed, Luke, my killer, died, leaving the power with nowhere to go. So, it decided to inhabit my weapon," At this, Kronos lifted his scythe, "I was awoken when you slew all those monsters, which, by the way, was amazing." Kronos form flickered once again.

"I need to pass into the realm of the faded, child. I wish to give my last remaining power in this realm to you." Percys' eyes bugged out. The person that had been trying to kill him since he was twelve was going to give him his power? Kronos rolled his eyes, "Don't look so surprised, demigod. You did hand Luke the knife he killed himself with. Besides, you stood against me in hand to hand combat and survived. That is more than any of the gods can say."

Percy slowly nodded, "Ok. Ok. How do we do this power transfer thing?" Kronos gestured next to him, "Well first, you have to come down here." Percy nodded and jumped down off the rocks, but still kept Riptide at the ready.

"Now, what will happen is I will give you all my remaining power. You will become unable to die of old age but can still die in battle, " Percy nodded as Kronos continued, "You will be able to make my scythe into any form you wish, including something inconspicuous, like a watch for instance, simply by thinking about it."

"Alright," Percy stated, "Let's do this. What do I do first?" "Give me your forearm." Percy held out his arm and Kronos grasped it. Power coursed through Percy's body, Invigorating him. When Kronos let go of his arm, Percy could barely see him. He was transparent, like the ghosts he had met on his first quest. He handed Percy his scythe, which morphed into a steel watch on his left wrist. Percy Spoke up, "Thank you Kronos, Thank you."

Kronos smiled a true, genuine smile, and spoke one last time, "Fare thee well, Percy Jackson, Fare thee well." Before fading into nothingness.

Percy wasn't sure how long he stood there, staring at where Kronos faded. He stood still until Bob returned.

Bob tilted his head as he looked at Percy, "You look….Different." Percy frowned, "How so?" Bob waved his hand and a full body mirror appeared. He took off his armor and looked at himself. He was wearing a tattered Camp Half-Blood shirt and Ripped jeans. He looked a little taller, maybe six feet four as opposed to his old six feet one. He was always toned, but now his muscles seemed more defined. His face was also more symmetrical, and his teeth were straight and white. The most shocking thing, however, was his left eye. He had been blinded earlier with a sword slash in his first fight down here, but he could see perfectly well out of it now. Examining it in the mirror, the eye was a gold, the same color as Kronos'. The scar that ran down his face seemed, if anything, more prominent.

Shaking off his thoughts he spoke up, "So did you find a place to sleep for the night?" Bob grinned, "Yes I did!"

"Lead the way then, big guy."

And that's a wrap! Love it? Hate It? See a spelling error I didn't catch? Review!

On the topic of Zoe, if I bring her back, I wont have Zeus throw her into the pit, that would be stupid. Zeus may not be the brightest but he would never go against one of his daughters. Also, sorry if I don't catch your vote.

I'm not doing perzoe for this story btw. Maybe if I do a sequel then maybe but not in this story.

Bring Zoe back?

Yes: 9

No: 6

(I think that's right?)

Stay safe folks!